"Do you want to come up?" Reed asked slowly.
He Ao glanced at the large box in his hands.
"You can put it on the roof rack. We'll drive in first," Reed said quickly.
"Okay." He Ao nodded. He looked at the off-road vehicle's roof rack, raised a hand, left a wisp of spiritual awareness on the box, and set the large box on top.
Two metal clasps sprang up from the roof rack and locked the box in place.
He Ao opened the door on the other side, got into the front passenger seat, and shut the door. "What information did you get?"
Reed started the vehicle and drove deeper into the street. "The situation may be a little bad."
Charn, sitting in the back, passed over a tablet. "We got information on the Future Tower victims who came from West Luo City, then compared it with information on the families of the victims of the Orphanage fire."
He Ao took the tablet and opened the data. He was briefly stunned. "Most of the children who died in the Orphanage fire were the children of victims from the Future Tower collapse?"
"Actually, aside from the children," the Mustached Man behind the driver's seat rasped, "based on the information we gathered, all the victims' parents died of various causes over the following three years—'illnesses.'"
His voice was low, suppressing a kind of anger.
"Your guess was right. Someone deliberately 'murdered' all the victims' immediate family members," Reed said slowly as he turned the steering wheel. "Then they gathered their children in the same Orphanage."
"And then set it on fire." Charn leaned forward from the back seat and took a deep breath.
"This isn't good news." He Ao's face darkened as he flipped through the records on the tablet. A