A week later, in the morning, the sun was shining brightly, the clouds were light and the wind was gentle. The back mountain of the Mysterious Case Bureau was quiet, with a few small birds chasing each other, suddenly disappearing into the forest, never to return. The leaves fluttered in the wind, and on a rock in an open area, Luo Zheng sat quietly in his regular attire, gazing fixedly at the void in the eastern sky, lost in thought.
After returning to headquarters from the Top of the Arctic, the wounded were urgently treated, and those without injuries were disinfected and examined. They lay in the observation room for a day and a night before being allowed to move freely after it was confirmed they had no issues. Luo Zheng felt troubled, so he came to the back mountain alone to quietly ponder some questions. Before coming, he had instructed not to allow anyone to disturb him here.
