After more than half a day, Zhao Han had finally gathered enough peripheral information. She decided to begin reconstructing the scene of the four men's disappearance.
So she brought people back to the site where the four had vanished—the place where the four scarecrows stood.
The family members had followed as well, clearly wanting to learn their loved ones' whereabouts as soon as possible.
That was what family was. Once something happened to you, someone would worry about you, someone would come looking for you. You would not simply vanish without a sound, only to die quietly in the end when you could have been saved.
"Teacher Zhao, should we clear the area?" a patrol officer asked.
Zhao Han turned to look at the expectant family members and shook her head. "It's fine. Let them watch from outside the cordon."
The moment she finished speaking, a Little Girl with sky-piercing braids and a large pinwheel in her hand suddenly appeared before her.
On closer inspection, who else could it have been but Little Illusion? "Old Han, I came to play with you. You weren't home today, so why did you come here?" Little Illusion looked around.
It was the height of May and June. The Wheat Field rolled with waves of green wheat.
"I'm busy. Go wait quietly to the side." Zhao Han's head immediately began to ache. This girl never cared about the occasion.
"Oh, I can help too," Little Illusion said. Of course, she had no intention of behaving herself. After looking over the Wheat Field, she directly sat on the shoulder of a scarecrow, swinging her little feet and blowing on her pinwheel.
Zhao Han could only sigh helplessly. Even Teacher Zhao could not handle this girl, so what could she do? She could only let her