Chapter 382

It was dead silence in the hotel at two o’clock in the morning. After Joy confirmed that the surveillance cameras in the entire hotel had completely shut down, she tiptoed out of the room and came to the door diagonally opposite.

She used the master key to open the lock and pressed her ear to the crack of the door to listen to the movements inside.

. With her ability, it was easy for her to break the surveillance cameras in this old–fashioned hotel. It was also very easy to pry

open this old–fashioned lock. Her hearing was good, too.

After listening for a moment and confirming there was no movement in the room, she carefully pushed open the door and walked in silently.

She was wearing socks without shoes. Her feet did not make a sound when she stepped on the floor.

As a precaution, she was wearing the uniform of the archaeological team and a mask, her hair tied up in a hat, and her hands covered in thin rubber gloves. It was difficult to tell if she was male or female at a glance.

This guest room was occupied by Franco alone. The layout of the room was simple. Upon entering, there was a bed, and next to the window beside the bed stood a desk and a chair.

A person lay on the bed, emitting soft snores, clearly in a deep sleep. Joy silently approached the bed and stared at Franco. Although the room was dim, she could vaguely make out Franco was lying on his back, without his mask.

Even if her eyesight was excellent, in total darkness, she could not clearly see a person’s face. However, she had a phone with her.

She had already adjusted the brightness of her phone screen to its lowest setting, allowing her to just barely make out Franco’s face.

She did not attempt to take a photo of him as low light would result in a blurry image, and using sufficient light might wake him up. She could not take that risk.

After getting a good look at Franco’s face, she felt a little disappointed. He appeared to be an ordinary man in his forties, with clean–shaven, regular features, nothing particularly remarkable.

She memorized the shape of his face and features using her exceptional memory. Then, she turned toward the desk, shielding the phone with her body as she raised the screen’s brightness, careful not to let the light reach the slumbering Franco behind her.

Then, she carefully opened Franco’s backpack. After carefully memorizing the location of everything inside, she slowly searched for what she wanted and spotted the small high–definition video recorder.

footage of the prehistoric murals inside the snow cave. These devices might be equipped with alarms, so she observed the recorder for a while before finally opening it and

backpack and

back in the bag. Satisfied with her findings,

her phone, and quietly checked that Franco was still

was that, as soon as the door clicked shu a pair

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had just closed.

socks she had been wearin flushed the ashes down the toilet and thoroughly checked her body from head to toe to make sure no strange substances had stained

normal. Of course, with the hotel having a

disruption. Even if they did, as long as nothing went wrong, they

woke up, had breakfast together, and then parted ways to return to their respective

the beginning till the end, including Franco, no one seemed to

the washroom and sent the content she

[You did

[Thank you

said:

working hard to earn

continued to stay in the washroom. She sketched Franco’s face using a pencil, then sent the portrait and his identity information to her subordinates. [Investigate this person. Remember, it’s crucial. Take your time, or even temporarily halt the investigation if you need to, but you must not alert

she put her phone

her computer and began the complex task of decoding the incomplete and intricate symbols and patterns. It was a challenging task

delayed her return to Kitmore City for several days to avoid appearing with Joy at the same time. By the time she returned, it was

months that Athena had been away, many things

Actress award for her role in “High Mountain“, marking her second time receiving the prestigious

must thank the beautiful and soul–healing Donovan’s Farmland. Without it,

build a nest on the flower ramp,

into laughter and applause. Everyone said, “It’s perfect for the golden nightingale

the same occasion,

Artist Award for his role in “The King of Military Dogs,”

said, “I think the real protagonist

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