The rescue operations lasted for half an hour, and the wounds on Rick's body had undergone simple treatment.
The police arrived at the scene and brought those who had not lost their vital signs yet back to the city to record their statements.
Charlotte's mental state was not very stable. Rick had been taking care of her the entire time.
They arrived at the police station.
Rick tried to talk to the police so that Charlotte would suffer less. Looking at the fact that she was a woman, and that she was in a trance, the police agreed to let her not provide a statement.
Charlotte sat on a plastic chair at the entrance, her mind full of the flesh and blood scattered across the road. She still remembered that there was a dismembered arm...
Her face suddenly turned pale, and she felt like retching again.
"Secretary Em... No, Miss Charlotte?" A pleasantly surprised voice rang out.
Charlotte raised her head, puzzled, and was stunned.