Every time this happened, Yu Xiuli missed Gu Xia.
If Xiao Xia were here, she certainly wouldn't say something so illogical, too brain-dead.
Yun Nicang was the type who seemed smart but actually lacked depth.
Gu Xia, on the other hand, was the exact opposite; she seemed to lack depth, but in reality, she was a true leader.
The people Yu Xiuli had brought with her took photos of the wreckage and removed a fragment, planning to analyze it later as a specimen.
"Besides this, are there any other clues?"
"There's one more."
Yun Nicang took a white handkerchief out of her bag.
She handed it to Yu Xiuli, who unfolded it and looked inside.
She was somewhat stunned...
That... was a baby's photo.
A very small baby, and the photo was already quite blurry; one could only make out the contours of the infant vaguely.
"Was this found here?"
"Yes, buried in the mud. I've dug up everything around here, and only these fragments and the photo...
Yu Xiuli fell silent...
