Eve Thompson followed the man into a lounge.
Reginald Bates sat down in front of a computer, which was playing footage collected from the area surrounding the explosion at West Well Village, trying to find clues from the video.
The person next to Reginald Bates couldn't help but console him: "Captain Bates, you should get some rest, you've been up for a long time now."
"Stop talking nonsense, keep going."
"Sigh!"
Reginald Bates clutched his arm, bent over, and crouched in his chair.
In just a few days, his appearance had become extremely disheveled; his beard was unkempt, and his eyes were full of red bloodshot veins. This strong man, after losing the person he loved the most, might be strong on the outside, but inside he was already devastated.
As the video played, Reginald Bates squinted.
Seeing his state, Eve Thompson couldn't help but walk to his side and gently called him: "Brother-in-law."
Hearing her voice, Reginald Bates turned his head.
