The lime on the walls was peeling in places, revealing a mottled interior. A dim, yellowish light swayed overhead, barely illuminating the cramped dimension.
He walked straight over to the bed, where a rather worn-out bundle lay. The fabric was frayed at the edges, and a few patches were faintly visible.
Wang Jianguo crouched down and carefully untied the rope around the bundle. His movements were gentle and slow, as if he were opening a precious box containing a vital secret.
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