These analyses make sense, but Digging Girl has only one attitude right now.
I won't listen, I won't listen, it's all fake, Fufu can't be dead, she must still be alive, she must...
"Treasure hunting, treasure hunting, stop shaking your head, look at the live stream, quick!"
After being poked on the shoulder several times in a row, Digging Girl finally calmed down.
Watch the live stream, what live stream?
Her gaze unintentionally fell on the live stream screen that hadn't been closed yet, and then, she suddenly froze.
The camera in the live room slowly zoomed out, finally resting on a building that had collapsed mostly, leaving only a frame.
The edge of the building had been seared to a dark red by the high temperature, continuously emitting white vapor, and in the rubble dusted ruins within the building, a black figure staggered to their feet, spun around a few times in place, then bent down to pick up a fallen shoe and put it back on.
"Isn't this, isn't this Fufu?"
