-Five Minutes Later-
The overturned public bus lay across the stone road. Its front engine had crashed into a nearby stone wall, denting both itself and the wall, and had already stopped running. The gas bag filled with flammable gas had also been slightly dented.
Fortunately, the gas bag had not leaked or exploded.
However, beside the public bus, a streetlamp had been knocked to the ground. Some toxic gas was leaking from the break in its pole.
The surrounding streetlamps had all gone out. It seemed that the gas supply to this section of lamps had been shut off, but the gas already in the pipes was still leaking out.
The public bus seemed to have lost control, crashed into the wall, and then overturned.
Beside the wheels that were still spinning idly, a female warrior with a Bronze Sword at her waist held a small glass oil lamp and lowered her head to stare at the corpse on the ground, dressed in grayish-brown clothes.
There were no wounds on the corpse. His eyes were wide open, fixed ahead, as if he too had been intently watching the road in his final moments.
"He was a diligent man."
Rui Lin placed her hand over the corpse's eyes and closed his eyelids, letting out a soft sigh.
Then she raised the oil lamp in her hand, illuminating the overturned public bus beside her.
She had checked the carriage as soon as she arrived. There was nothing inside, yet she still instinctively shone the lamp into it.
She instinctively imagined that a reckless Little Girl might crawl out of the carriage, rubbing her head.
But all that answered her was silent darkness.
She took a slight breath and lowered the lamp again. She knew that she was a warrior. No matter