Walking down the stairs leads to a cramped basement.
Under the dim light, a wooden single bed is placed in the corner, with four ropes, thicker than fingers, one end firmly tied to the four legs of the bed, and the other end tied to the body of a Caucasian woman lying on the bed.
In another corner of the basement, there's an old desk with a small bag of flour and several used syringes on it.
Hearing the different sound of the person arriving this time, the woman barely opens her eyes and with cracked lips whispers faintly for help:
"help..."
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In the living room of the house, Lyd is carefully searching the house, Agent Luo An has just called the nearest hospital, asking them to send an ambulance here, and then he walks back to the sofa and pours a glass of water for the woman wrapped simply in a shirt and trousers.
Seeing that the woman's condition has slightly improved, Agent Luo An asks softly what exactly happened.
"My name is Hayley."
