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Chapter 1612 The Vanished Building (Seeking monthly votes at the beginning of the month)
"Do you want to come up and talk?" Reed asked slowly.

He Ao glanced at the large box in his hand.

“We can put it on the luggage rack. Let’s drive in first,” Reed said quickly.

“Okay.” He Ao nodded. He glanced at the roof rack of the SUV, raised his hand, left a wisp of his divine sense on the box, and placed the large box on it.

Two metal latches popped up from the luggage rack and locked the box.

He Ao opened the door from the other side, got into the passenger seat, and closed the door. "What intelligence did you get?"

Reed started the car and drove towards the inside of the street. "The situation is probably a bit bad."

Chase, who was sitting in the back, handed over a tablet. "We obtained the information on the victims from Xiluo City among those who died in the Future Building disaster, and then compared it with the information on the families of the victims of the orphanage fire."

He Ao took the tablet, opened the data, and was slightly taken aback: "The vast majority of the children who died in the orphanage fire were children of the victims of the Future Building collapse?"

“Actually, apart from the children,” the mustachioed man behind the driver’s seat said hoarsely, “according to the information we have obtained from our investigation, all the parents of the victims died of illness in the following three years due to various factors.”

His voice was low, suppressing a certain anger.

“You’re right in the direction you’re guessing. Someone is deliberately ‘murdering’ all the immediate family members of the victims,” Reed said slowly, turning the steering wheel, “and gathering their children in the same orphanage.”

"Then, they set it on fire." Charn, standing behind, leaned forward and took a deep breath.

"This is not good news." He Ao's face was ashen as he flipped through the records on his tablet. A photo of an elderly couple with smiles on their faces came into view.

These are Loren's maternal grandparents.

"When these things happened back then, didn't the city police department get more information?" He looked up at the man with the mustache behind him.

This time, the man with the mustache neither provoked nor spoke, falling into a brief silence.

“The city government of Westloo has been cutting funding for the city police department for decades,” Charn, wearing an FBI badge, said slowly, “but Westloo’s crime rate remains high, and many cases have been handed over to bounty hunters.”

He glanced at the tablet in He Ao's hand, "And these elderly people did indeed 'die from illness' at the time, there are hospital certificates, many of which even have detailed treatment processes."

“It’s an anomaly,” Reed said slowly as he drove, “some kind of anomalous item that can spread disease in a targeted manner.”

He Ao withdrew his gaze and continued flipping through the documents. "Was the collapse of the Future Building back then also orchestrated by this abnormal cult?"

Loren's parents and Sivi's parents both died in the collapse of the Future Tower.

“We can’t be sure,” Reed said hoarsely. “It’s been nine years, and it’s still a cold case.”

"Have you sent our investigation results to Willens?" He Ao asked immediately afterward.

“Not yet,” Reed shook his head. “I usually only share intelligence after I have certain investigation results.”

"Is the headquarters of your Abnormal Association located in Willens?" He Ao asked directly while pondering.

Willens is the largest of the twenty-six cities in the northeastern part of the Federation. In this closed environment, it inherently assumes the role of a 'local hub capital'.

The FBI's regional head in the Northeast is also in Willens.

“In Willens,” Reed didn’t mince words, “but I don’t like reporting everything upstairs.”

He stopped the car and looked out the window. "We've arrived. The map indicates this is the place."

Does that mean you don't completely trust your colleagues at 'Willens'?

While pondering, He Ao also raised his head and looked at the surrounding streets, "This is it."

Six years have passed, and almost nothing has changed here.

He opened the car door.

Just then, Reed, in the driver's seat, asked, "Are you going to put your new weapon in the car?"

He looked back at him and shrugged. "Of course."

The four got out of the car. Heo took the box out, Reed folded down the right rear and passenger seats, opened the trunk so that Heo could barely stuff the box in, while he himself helped straighten the box from the passenger seat.

The man with the mustache lit a cigarette and smoked it. Charn stood next to He Ao, watching He Ao stuff the box inside, and asked with a smile, "What's in here?"

“A dangerous supernatural object,” Heo shrugged. “Opening the lid could send several clueless ordinary people to heaven.”

“Now I think I know why Reed was so careful,” Charn said with a smile, pulling out a metal cigarette case, opening it, and handing it to Heo. “The streets around here aren’t exactly safe. There’s no shortage of daring teenagers who’re always looking to steal something.”

“I don’t smoke,” He Ao shook his head and laughed, “I’m still in high school.”

"Didn't you used to be a homeless person on the streets?" Charn asked curiously. "Street kids are willing to try anything."

“I did it for a while,” He Ao didn’t hide anything, raising his hand to close the trunk. “After I was taken in by the coach, I was beaten up several times, so I quit.”

"You, as a coach, don't smoke either?" Charn chuckled.

“He smokes heavily on his own,” He Ao shrugged.

“Your coach is a good man,” Charn remarked.

"Their teaching methods are rather harsh," He Ao sighed softly, walking from the back of the car to the sidewalk.

Charn glanced at the cigarette pack, but ultimately didn't take any cigarettes. Instead, he closed the pack and followed Heo toward the sidewalk.

boom--

Reed, who was in front, also closed and locked his car door and walked over.

The man with the mustache, who had glanced around from the side of the street, stubbed out his cigarette as if nothing had happened in the car. He walked over, looked at the crowd, and pointed to the right front, saying, "The orphanage is number 172. The numbers next to us are 169 and 170. We should reach 172 if we walk over there."

“This is indeed the place. Let’s move forward,” He Ao replied.

Although Loren only stayed here for three months, the memory is exceptionally vivid.

The man with the mustache raised his head, glanced at He Ao, and said nothing more.

Lorraine Street has nothing to do with prosperity; there are hardly any pedestrians along the way, and a desolate atmosphere pervades the area.

The four of them quickly walked along the street and soon arrived at number 171.

Number 171 is a small convenience store.

This small convenience store has been here for six years, and there is a bakery next to it.

These two buildings have remained unchanged for the past six years, just as Loren remembers them.

But the convenience store is number 171, and the bakery is number 173.

The two shops are right next to each other and share a wall.

Theoretically, number 172, which should be between them, has disappeared.