7:00 AM.
Pure white and warm sunlight spread over the old but clean streets.
The densely packed gendarmerie and plainclothes staff strung the isolation tape at both ends of the street, cutting off the entire thoroughfare and attracting the gazes of passing pedestrians.
"The following missing person notice will now be broadcast, with contents as follows:
"Mr. Hao Yi, hello. We greatly appreciate your assistance to Rodan and the city of Eren. If you have time, we have prepared lunch for you at Wilent Restaurant, 27 Locklen Street, starting from 10 AM. We welcome your arrival."
The small television on the street corner was playing this formally worded missing person advertisement. He Ao put down the newspaper full of missing person notices that he was holding and casually placed it on the window sill nearby.
"He,"
