After arriving at company headquarters, Zhao Han met with the families. The scene was a miserable one, beyond description.
Zhao Han had seen many tragic things by now, but she still found it hard to bear.
Some wept and pleaded, some were frantic, while others stared blankly ahead, seemingly still unable to accept the terrible news.
"How could this happen? He was fine the day before yesterday. He even said he'd take the child to the park this week to feed the toads," a tear-streaked young woman sobbed.
"Yeah, this is a major city. How could something like this still happen?" someone asked in confusion.
In a major city, problems were merely dealt with relatively quickly. That did not mean nothing could go wrong.
Zhao Han had no way to explain that clearly to them.
Fortunately, Vice President Jing stepped out to maintain order. "Quiet down, all of you. Don't disturb this consultant and interfere with her handling the matter. Otherwise, your own relatives will be the ones who suffer."
The crowd quieted down somewhat.
Only then did Zhao Han have time to question them one by one. The other two Patrol Officers also helped with the questioning, and they eventually compiled all the information.
In the past, she might have directly used Retrospection Art to see what had happened at the time.
But now, she had deeply understood one thing: gather as much information as possible through conventional means before resorting to mysterious methods.
The more mysterious methods were used, the more likely they were to invite unpredictable consequences.
Otherworldly Users were not gods. In the face of the erosion of Mysterious Power, the danger might not have been great in the earlier era, because the world as a whole had leaned more toward physical laws than all manner