"I don't think these two things are related," the big man said. "Even if the old lady's son happened to work for that mining company, plenty of people died in the aircraft accident. It probably wasn't specifically targeting the old lady. Besides, the mining company suffered significant losses too."
"Even if we assume the two things were connected, what does that have to do with this Dungeon?"
"Master Suolan met countless people in her life. If you singled them out, plenty of them might have had decades of grudges and tangled relationships. That wouldn't be strange at all. If we investigated along those lines, forty days wouldn't be enough. We might not even finish in six months."
The big man looked rough around the edges, but he was perceptive, and he had noticed many details that others would overlook.
"Wait, grudges and tangled relationships?" The crew cut woman turned to look at him. "Most people in District 019 are supported by the government. They have no worries about food or clothing, no shortage of resources, and no wars. Even the crime rate is pitifully low. What grudges and tangled relationships could they possibly have?"
"Something like two hundred people dying all at once—that's a classic case of a grudge. If I were related to one of those two hundred people, I'd definitely go after the mining company for revenge. Killing the boss wouldn't be enough. I'd kill everyone involved in researching the aircraft technology and building the aircraft, too!"
The big man looked at her, at a loss for words. "Isn't that a bit excessive?"
"Who told them to take the money and do a shoddy job?" the crew cut woman said. "If their technology wasn't good enough, they shouldn't have sold it. If they couldn't build it properly, they