The police were accustomed to high-intensity work and maintained some degree of emotional restraint. Although they were patient, their patience had limits. However, upon seeing Nan Jiaojiao's expression, they paused and spoke more gently than their almost ruthless words ordinarily would have been.
"Sorry, I can't disclose any information at this time."
She was so frantic, the center of the accident must involve someone she cared deeply for.
Though not particularly sympathetic, the police hinted, "Keep your phone available. If your family member is okay, they will contact you."
Nan Jiaojiao's mind buzzed, and suddenly she couldn't take in anything else.
She had been there for less than five minutes when two victims were carried out in succession.
Nan Jiaojiao hadn't cried at all, swallowing back tears whenever they threatened to overflow, which allowed her to recognize the bloodied face of the person on the stretcher immediately.
It wasn't him.
It wasn't any of them.
