Yellow Millet

"It seems they could enter some place through those strange gestures and steps. That place could resist my Prophecy Art, making it impossible to trace back what they did," Zhao Han said to the two Security Guards after seeing this.

"Thank you for your hard work, Teacher Zhao. We'll report this to our superiors immediately and transfer the case over," one of the Security Guards said gratefully.

Just when all hope seemed lost, a new path had appeared. He had thought the case would be stuck here, unable to move forward.

After all, incidents were happening everywhere these days. Some cases really were being backlogged, and some were even handled as accidents.

Who would have thought that this unremarkable Teacher Zhao, who looked young and seemingly incapable, would come up with a new solution when they were at their wits' end? Truly, one could not judge a person by appearances...

"Mm. Let me know if you need any more help. I'll go write the joint investigation report first," Zhao Han said cheerfully.

But if she could read minds, she definitely would not have been happy right now.

"Of course, Teacher Zhao. Please go ahead," the security guard hurriedly said.

Zhao Han took her leave.

After thinking it over, she called Wenren Sheng and told him what had happened here.

"I already know about that side. It's just as I guessed—there really is a peculiar place there. Don't go in rashly. Those four people are very likely just bait," Wenren Sheng warned.

"Thank you, Teacher. I won't go in. That place looks very strange," Zhao Han readily agreed.

In the past, she might have charged straight in, but after suffering so many losses, she would definitely not make that kind of mistake again.

"It's good that you understand." Wenren Sheng hung