The mutant beasts might not have worked as swiftly and decisively as excavators, but there was no denying their sheer numbers.
When it came to precision, though, the mutant beasts were even more meticulous than excavators. They soon cleared away the rubble and pinpointed the floor and the specific apartment.
It was like shaving someone's head to look for lice. If there were any lice, they would have nowhere to hide.
With no hair left, where could the lice possibly go?
The mutant beasts cleared the apartment thoroughly. They couldn't restore it completely, but the large and small items inside were all laid out clearly before Jiang Yue.
Not even a tiny tube of ointment or a single cotton swab had escaped their search.
Unfortunately, none of the items they found had any value as clues. The USB drive, diary, books, and documents they'd hoped to find were nowhere to be seen.
There were books, but they were all children's books and picture books, mostly the kind used in kindergartens. There was hardly any reading material for adults.
Lin Yifei couldn't help asking, "Jiang Yue, are you sure this is the right apartment? It doesn't look like the home of an archaeology expert."
Just then, one of the mutant beasts carried out a photo album.
When they opened it, they found pictures of a family of three: a young couple and their little daughter.
The couple looked to be a little over twenty-five. The photos showed their child from infancy to around four or five years old—the quintessential modern urban family of three.
Unfortunately, although the photos had survived the rubble intact, the family had long since disappeared.
Perhaps they had perished at the beginning of the First Change, or perhaps they had gone elsewhere before the disaster.
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