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"???"
≡ω≡ Zhao Aiguo was utterly baffled.
"Go make some sauerkraut stewed with grilled sausages. Make sure the sausages are thoroughly grilled until they're dripping with oil, then stew them well with Sichuan sauerkraut. I can wait a little longer."
Li Bai had no intention of telling anyone about the deduction he had just made. Instead, he kept it to himself for the time being.
"Oh, oh! I'll arrange it right away!"
Zhao Aiguo logged out and left the computer loaded with the mission management system.
Don't ask about what you shouldn't ask about, and don't pry into what you shouldn't. Whatever BOSS told him to do, he did. That was the most basic standard of professional conduct.
Li Bai sat against the BOSS-exclusive bar counter, slowly eating his dinner as he pondered the possible chain of evidence hidden in those keywords once they were linked together.
Without evidence, a guess was merely a guess. It couldn't convince anyone, and it would still differ from the truth.
Prehistoric nuclear strike, the Dead Mounds, stolen unknown objects, Indians, decoding the human genetic lock, Jaharlal Choudhury, the Great Indian Desert, Ghoul Curse.
He had to constantly rearrange and combine these keywords, restoring the truth with the greatest possible rationality and logic.
At least judging from these two commissioned investigations that originally seemed completely unrelated, Li Bai was probably the first—and perhaps the only—analyst to notice the connection.
He didn't know how much time had passed. A rich fragrance suddenly wafted over, jolting him back to his senses. Only then did he realize that Zhao Aiguo had already brought over the steaming sauerkraut stewed with grilled sausages.
"BOSS, taste it first. It's been stewing for nearly fifteen minutes!"
Zhao Aiguo had long since noticed that Li Bai had been lost in thought.