The crew cut woman and the bald big man exchanged a glance. They pulled Xu Huo along to find a place to stay, and only after they went inside did they dump out all the bits and pieces of information they had gathered.
It was time to play the recordings.
Xu Huo first picked out those who might have been involved in the aircraft accident—in other words, the people most likely to have brought the two technicians back into service. Then he went over the lives and family circumstances of everyone connected to Suolan's father's death and the blind old lady's case.
These were only summaries of what they had found, with no definite leads, so for now he could only commit them to memory.
By the time dawn came, he had finished reviewing the massive amount of information. He was tired, and pinched the bridge of his nose.
The crew cut woman and the bald big man looked tired too. "I just can't see how the mine disaster is connected to the painting," the bald big man said. "Could it be that 'Enbel Maiden' really isn't a painting?"
They had spent days wrestling with this idea. There was so little information to go on. They only knew that everyone was looking for a painting—but what if the Dungeon was playing tricks, and "Enbel Maiden" wasn't a painting at all?
"How did you feel when you learned the truth about the mine disaster?" Xu Huo asked suddenly.
"Of course I wanted to kill someone," the crew cut woman replied bluntly. "Those inhuman bastards should've been wiped out long ago. Letting them live comfortably for a hundred years was far too kind!"
The bald big man thought it over. "It's hard to believe. I never imagined the District 1 government would