Two days had passed, and they had scoured every inch of the Death Bone Prison, ultimately finding nothing. Fake Zongfang, unable to find the Black Box, began to grow impatient.
As the sun set, Qiao Suisui and Carl took refuge in an abandoned warehouse, its walls blotched and the flickering light creating a tense atmosphere. Scattered in front of them was a pile of disordered documents and photographs, all depicting scenes of village life from years ago in Dudleyne.
After these days of delay and investigation, Qiao Suisui had developed a hypothesis that was infinitely close to the truth.
"Carl, these documents..." she pointed at a yellowed medical report, her voice tinged with excitement, "look at these dates and the records of symptoms, the villagers started showing symptoms almost at the same time, this is definitely not a coincidence."
Carl looked at the report and frowned in deep thought. "These symptoms, they're too similar to the typical reactions from a chemical leakage."