Tang Zelin pondered for a long time, feeling something hot burning inside his heart, while the somber mood from before still hadn't dissipated.
"What you're saying isn't without reason."
"Right, after all we're here to look for someone. If we can't find a living person, at least there should be some charred bodies, but there are neither.
Among those charred bodies, who can be sure that one of them definitely is Yao Ke's nephew? Now that it's the apocalypse, people die everywhere every day, in no small numbers, with nothing but shocking news.
A big fire in the shelter, who died, how many died, I bet the death notices were probably issued based on the names previously registered at the shelter."
Tang Zelin turned his body slightly and lit a cigarette.
After pondering for a long time, "Let's ask around a bit more, see if there are any further clues. Yao Ke entrusted me with something not so easy, and to have it end up like this, doesn't sit well with me."
"I know."