A rusty lock held the door to this floor tightly shut; one glance was enough to know it couldn't be opened. Of course, that wouldn't necessarily be the case if Gu Mian took out his saw. However, Gu Mian was reluctant to do such a thing openly with everyone watching, fearing it would shift suspicion for Li Wentao's disappearance onto himself.
Li Yibai and Pan Yue had glanced at his guitar bag more than once, hesitating, seemingly wanting Gu Mian to abandon the thing. But seeing that Gu Mian didn't seem tired at all, the two swallowed the words they were about to say.
Chu Changge took two steps forward and reached out to touch the rusty lock. Then, he turned back. "It's been locked for a long time and hasn't been opened."
