Unlike the simple sweeps outside, the staff's living quarters were a complete murder scene—minus the bloodstains. Walls, floors, decorations, everything that could be destroyed had been destroyed, including the AI mannequins, whose heads and limbs had all been dismantled.
"This is the work of a psychopath!" Wan Yunrong said. "Even the AI mannequins were taken apart, what kind of grudge is this?"
This wasn't about a grudge, but about searching for something, and not like the players were looking for valuable items, but specifically for a small object. Otherwise, the limbs of the AI mannequins wouldn't have been spared.
Xu Huo's gaze swept across the faces of the other three present. "Maybe there's something good here."
"Shall we look for it too?" Wan Yunrong said eagerly, rubbing her hands together.
"Forget it, would there still be anything good left for us if there were?" Chu Yuan said without hope.