The strange smell of mold mixed with a large amount of dust hit their faces, choking song qingxiao and number seven. They instinctively covered their mouths and noses and sneezed.
Among these smells, there was a pungent smell that was not fishy, but also carried a faint stench. Taking a deep breath, it was as if one could only smell the stench of soil and plants, as well as the traces of the Zhou consortium's humans that had rotted and molted with the passage of time.
Number seven was checking the glass shards carefully to see if there were any traces left by number three.
Her actions were useless. There was a lot of space left behind after the glass shattered. Number three had been very careful after being injured, so he would not leave any traces behind.
As expected, number seven didn't find anything suspicious in the end and finally gave up resentfully.
Song qingxiao looked at the broken glass with a serious expression.
