Chapter 467 Terence Moeller Is Dead

83 Fuller’s Lane. Lindsey saw the two large numbers. At the same time, Sieben stopped and the lollipop in her mouth moved gently. There was a small bump under her cheek. "Lindsey." Sieben looked back at her. "It stinks!" Lindsey sniffed around but did not smell anything special. Sieben was in front and took the lead. This was a four-story residential building, but strangely, there was no sound of people at all even though there were still clothes hanging outside the balcony. The two of them quickly found the stairs. The dim environment was particularly eerie. Sieben's footsteps were nearly silent, so Lindsey subconsciously lightened her footsteps. They went up to the second floor and suddenly heard the sound of people talking coming from above. A pungent smell also wafted to Lindsey’s face. This time, Lindsey knew what was the stench that Sieben was referring to. This was the smell of blood. Lindsey’s heart was pounding. Sieben, who was walking in front, looked more serious and