The smells of mold, sourness, rot, and perfume mingled together, making one want to vomit.
Ruth covered her mouth and nose, asking curiously, "What are we looking for?"
"Not us," Zhang Jing reminded her, "It's me."
Ruth shrugged, asking again, "Sir, what are you looking for?"
"Be quiet, don't move, wait for me here."
Leaving Ruth in the living room, Zhang Jing began his serious search.
Thanks to his cheat-like abilities, half an hour later Zhang Jing found three silver Declaration of Liberty commemorative coins on a wooden beam in the attic.
The beam was a blind spot; if nothing unexpected had happened, and if it weren't for Zhang Jing, the coins would have remained hidden there.
He couldn't touch them directly.
Zhang Jing put on gloves, took out a small plastic box he had prepare
