"In there?" Murong stared at Ye Fei. She couldn't believe it. Not because this place was incredibly well-concealed, but because it was not concealed at all.

 

This utility room was where the maid, Aunt Chen, kept her mop, broom and bucket. She probably opened it 10 times a day.

 

Murong didn’t believe the spy would hide the receiver in such an obvious place.

 

"You better believe it. The signal leads here. Let’s open it and see what we find," Ye Fei smiled.

 

"But how can we get in?" There was a big iron padlock hanging on the door. Murong pulled it, but it wouldn’t budge. "I will go find Aunt Chen and get the key..." she said helplessly.

 

"No, if you ask her for the key, it’ll be obvious what we’re after." Ye Fei stopped Murong, preventing her reckless behavior.

 

"Then what should we do?" she grumbled.

 

"Don't worry." Ye Fei went out to the yard and dragged down a thin iron wire from the railings. Then he went back to the door, squatted down, and threaded the iron wire into the keyhole.

 

"You can pick locks? It’s not nearly as simple as it looks." Murong looked at Ye Fei blankly, shaking her head.

 

As a police officer, Murong was very familiar with lock-picking.

 

Every month, Murong saw many thieves trying to unlock their cuffs at the police station. To be frank, they were nothing compared to Ye Fei.

 

Ye Fei pushed the iron wire deeper into the keyhole, carefully feeling the internal structure of the padlock, and then took out the iron wire and bent it into a strange shape before slowly inserting it into the keyhole again.

 

The big padlock clicked open.

 

Murong involuntarily gasped. If she hadn’t seen it with her own eyes, she would not have believed Ye Fei could do it.

 

Ye Fei took out the iron wire and threw it aside, then looked into Murong's eyes and said with a smile, "Give me a bag of instant noodles and I can get in and out of anywhere."

"What on earth are you? Are you a soldier, a terrorist, or a burglar?" Murong stared at Ye Fei. "Are you a sniper or a secret agent? Where did you even learn to pick locks?"

 

"These are necessary skills in my line of work." Ye Fei scratched his head. In fact, in his team, at least three people had mastered this skill.

 

"Tsk-tsk, I can’t imagine what your life is like." Murong gazed at Ye Fei. She had quickly developed a strong interest in this mysterious man.

 

Ye Fei shook his head. "Actually, it's very dull. Pretty boring." He felt a little bitter at the back of his mind.

 

To be honest, in his life abroad, he had to train, fight, train, and fight every day, so most ordinary people would think his life was really boring. In fact, for a time, even Ye Fei thought so, and even tried to escape from this boring and dull life.

 

However, when Ye Fei returned to a normal life, he always remembered those times.

 

Ye Fei quietly opened the door of the utility room.

 

The inside of the utility room was very dark, but because Ye Fei had excellent night vision, he did not turn on the light. Murong, on the other hand, couldn’t see anything. She held up her phone and turn on the flashlight.

 

The utility room was small - only a few square meters in size - but it was clean. The mop and bucket were in good order.

 

Murong looked around and didn't see anything out of the ordinary, including any receivers. "Hmm, you must have been mistaken."

Ye Fei didn't say anything. He walked toward an overturned bucket and picked it up. Under the bucket was an electronic device, flashing with green and red lights.

 

"Is that the receiver?"

 

Ye Fei picked up the receiver and looked at the label on the side. "It’s German. This was produced in Germany. Common people can’t buy this kind of high-end device, so it seems that whoever installed the pinhole cameras is a professional."

 

"Don't brag. You didn’t even go to college, yet you understand German?" Murong said with a jealous tone.

 

Murong was at the top of her class in college, so she had always been proud and conceited, but since she met Ye Fei, she found that he was much better than her at everything, so she was naturally a little jealous.

 

“Officer Murong, I don't really like it when you say things that. Life is the best school. So what if I don’t have a formal education? I learn as much as I can and do all I can! I have been to many countries and have experienced many cultures. I worked in a German weapons factory for four months and I talked to the workers there every day, so why shouldn’t I understand German?"

 

"Alright, fine, that was wrong of me. Are Sister Qingwan's photos inside?" Murong's face flushed red. She didn’t mean to offend him; she was just outspoken.

 

Ye Fei glanced at Murong. He didn't want to talk to her. He just snatched away her phone and connected it to the receiver with a USB cable.

 

Ye Fei downloaded a file and opened it. The media player immediately played a video of Lin Qingwan singing in the bathtub under a mountain of white soap bubbles. Although the bubbles covered the important parts of her body, that only made it even more tentalizing.

 

This German-made pinhole camera had really good image quality. It was much clearer than Ye Fei expected. Lin Qingwan’s tempting smooth body made Ye Fei a little absent-minded.