The next day, Feng Yao showed up at Wen Yan's doorstep with breakfast.
After breakfast, Feng Yao casually asked,
"Any progress?"
"I found out that there were Different Races appearing in the livestream, even among the audience. Besides the normal broadcast, there's also an inside stream."
Wen Yan roughly talked about what he'd discovered.
"I think there's something wrong."
"I'll find some people to help investigate."
"That won't alert them, will it?"
"People from the Sanitation Office are just looking through records. As long as they don't interact, it shouldn't raise suspicion. There's no way you can get through all this alone."
"Alright, let's start by looking for people who went missing after getting involved with this company."
"Not just the ones with police reports, right?"
"Yeah."
"That's a massive project. Relying on manual work alone would make it almost impossible to filter them all. I'll have to borrow some computing power from HQ."
"Keep it discreet."
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