Several hours passed in the blink of an eye, and evening was drawing near.
The Guangming Society had neither sent an important figure to negotiate with him nor dispatched an expert to assassinate him. It seemed they intended to deal with him through cold neglect.
In reality, however, under Jiang Qiao's watchful eye, the capital's several top experts had already been meeting for three hours in a building within the inner circle, with no sign that the meeting would end anytime soon.
"Take your time. Better yet, keep going all night."
Jiang Qiao sat in a chair, flipping through the files and occasionally chatting with Yang Fei across from him about the Supernatural Revival.
A few more staff members had come in for the afternoon shift.
They were now scribbling away at another desk, occasionally hauling out fresh materials from the storage cabinet. They looked extremely busy. According to Yang Fei, these young people wanted to figure out what the first Supernatural Event to erupt in the history of the Capital City had been.
It wasn't a task assigned by their superiors.
The archive room was simply too idle, so they had given themselves this burden out of boredom.
They had been at it for several months, and supposedly had made some headway.
"These days, employees who are willing to work overtime on their own despite being paid fixed salaries are hard to find. I think the Capital City should give them all big red flowers for their dedication."
Jiang Qiao laughed.
In his view, ordinary people daring to investigate the source of the supernatural was like an old man hanging himself—an outright death wish.
Never mind whether they could actually accomplish it.
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