The building was not tall, a standard five floors, with a small footprint, and the living quarters were tightly packed. From the window, one could only see the blind spot, and there was no place outside that could reveal the details inside the house.
"If someone could see Liu Shenggen's daughter inside this house," said Uncle, standing by the window, "there are three possibilities. One is that his daughter would need to be two meters and eighty centimeters tall."
"Another possibility is that his daughter was floating like a hydrogen balloon," Gu Tao looked up at the ceiling, "or hanging overhead."
Everyone looked up and noticed a hook for a hanging fan on the ceiling of the living room, a distinctive feature of old buildings.
Wang Lei fetched a stool, stood on it, tiptoed, and still couldn't reach it, but when he undid his belt, looped it through the hook of the ceiling fan, and did a pull-up: "It works. I can see the ground floor from this height."
