chapter 221 Wooden Spoon

The door of Room 2308 was tightly closed.

But the corpse lying opposite the door and the traces of blood seemed to indicate that something had happened in this ordinary hotel room.

Mikhail Tarasov was standing by the bed, carefully looking at the three things in his hand.

They were three small wooden sculptures, each only half the size of a cigarette box.

At first glance, Mikhail Tarasov was stunned by the ingenious craftsmanship.

The three sculptures...