Qin Ruan raises her head to face the expressionless black-and-white envoys. She nods gently, "Thank you for your patience, Messengers."
"You're too kind."
The envoys' voices have barely fallen before they vanish from the room.
Along with them, dissipates the uniquely intense evil qi seeping from the Netherworld.
The room is left with only the taxi driver, seething with unstable evil qi, and Qin Ruan.
Under the driver's intense gaze, Qin Ruan is about to dial a number when she remembers she doesn't know the number for the criminal investigation department.
She frowns, asking the driver, "Which jurisdiction is in charge of your case?"
"The Bureau of Criminal Investigation."
Qin Ruan finds the number for the Bureau online and finally makes the call.
"Hello, this is..."
The call is picked up by a gentle female voice.
