The madwoman's filthy face was covered in tears. She staggered and pushed away the guards, who no longer dared to stop her, because the eyes of the crowd that had followed her were almost murderous.

After the bloodshed of the last incident, the guards now know that they must not use force unless absolutely necessary. This was something that their superiors had repeatedly emphasized and specifically instructed them to do before this gathering.

Especially on this important occasion, the transition between the old and new governments urgently needs the trust of the people. If a conflict occurs with the people at this moment, it will inevitably lead to disastrous consequences.

However, although they couldn't use force, they could still shout to stop it. At this moment, a guard captain spoke up:

"Stop talking nonsense!"

"Retreat immediately..."

However, before he could finish speaking, the pale-faced Wolfon reached out and tugged at him, using his eyes to make the captain of the guard swallow his unfinished words.

Wolfgang then emerged from behind the guards.

The erratic woman watched Wolfgang walk out of the crowd and immediately staggered toward him.

At this moment, she seemed to have lost control of her facial expressions. Tears streamed down her face, yet her lips were stretched into a smile, and her dirty face twitched in waves.

These symptoms all indicate that she is indeed mentally deranged.

However, the time that caused her mental breakdown was not today; it dates back to a week ago.

A week earlier, in the same place, after that bloody square riot, the already somewhat neurotic mind of the madwoman Hannah went completely mad.

She felt remorseful and guilty, hating herself for not stopping her sister, Pota, from going out on the day of the rally.

When she woke up in her sister's bed, it was already dark, but her sister was nowhere to be seen.

Hannah knew her sister must have gone to the rally, but when she rushed out to look for her, she heard from the neighbors that a riot had broken out in the square that afternoon and many people had died.

When she heard the news, Hannah's mind went blank. She ignored the neighbors' attempts to stop her and ran to the square with her hands and feet ice cold.

But when she finally arrived at the square, she only saw blood everywhere and corpses that had not yet been collected.

She dared not search among the uncollected corpses, for fear of finding her sister, Pota.

She wanted to find Pota, but after asking every soldier in the square, she received only indifferent answers:

"I don't know, hurry home!"

She ultimately didn't search through the pile of corpses, telling herself, 'Perhaps Pota has already gone home.'

So she ran back home, but no one was home.

She thought again, 'Pota must be spending the night at her friend's house.'

So he left home again and went to the homes of all of Pota's friends to ask, but they all said:

'Pota didn't come to our house. Did she go to the square?'

'Oh my god, that's terrible, it was there today....'

Hannah didn't want to hear these words. She asked everyone she could, but she didn't hear what she wanted to hear, nor did she find the person she wanted to find.

She went to the square again, but all the corpses had already been taken away, leaving only soldiers washing the blood off the ground.

She could only ask again:

"Sir, have you seen my sister? Her name is Pota, she's thirteen, about my height, but thinner. She's wearing a tan dress, has blond hair, and very noticeable freckles on her face. Have you seen her? I think she went to the rally today, but she hasn't come home yet. I'm very worried; she's my last remaining family member."

Sorry, I don't know.

"But I have to tell you, something very serious happened here today, as you saw. If she hadn't gone home, then perhaps..."

She asked someone else:

"Sir, have you seen my sister? Her name is Pota, she's thirteen, about my height, but thinner. She's wearing a tan dress, has blond hair, and very noticeable freckles on her face. Have you seen her? I think she went to the rally today..."

'A thirteen-year-old girl... oh my god, that's really... I'm sorry, I don't want to say it, but I think you have to...'

She asked one question after another:

'Sir, have you seen my sister? Her name is Pota, she's thirteen years old...'

'I don't know, a lot of people died today...'

'Sir, have you seen my sister? Her name is Pota...'

'She should be dead....'

'Sir, have you seen my sister?'

'Get lost, don't bother me...'

'Sir, you saw my....'

'Go home, and don't ask anymore.'

Hannah collapsed to the ground, her tears already dried. She couldn't find Pota; Pota had vanished into thin air.

She didn't dare go to the body disposal site. She thought Pota couldn't possibly be there. Pota must have been terrified by what happened today, so she must have hidden somewhere.

As she pondered this, she went mad.

Her mind became sometimes clear and sometimes muddled. Occasionally when she was clear-headed, she would wail and cry. Most of the time when she was in a daze, she would wander around the square like a soulless shell, searching again and again, but not knowing what she was looking for.

At that moment, seeing Wolfgang emerge from behind the guards, Hannah walked up to him with a mix of tears and laughter, and without warning, slapped him across the face.

The guards around her roared and were about to rush forward to detain her, but Wolfgang stopped them.

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