"It's right here."

Su Lingling stopped and pointed to a room.

She then stepped aside, clearly indicating that she had no intention of going in.

"Um."

Tu Xiaohei nodded, opened the door, and then closed it behind him.

"Crunch."

Silence returned.

"Xiao Su, is the matter resolved?"

Wang Chunjun held a steaming cup of hot tea in his hands and said with a smile.

Su Lingling nodded, then glanced at the room again.

"This D-rank kid is a bit strange... The things he ate should have required a stomach pump for a normal person, or at the very least, caused some aftereffects. Why doesn't he have any of those symptoms?"

"Haha, could this kid be an alien?"

Wang Chunjun laughed, but the joke clearly carried the dark humor of the Federation.

Su Lingling wasn't used to this style of joke, so she gave an awkward grin before heading to her office.

"If this is an alien, then this alien is far too weak, isn't he? He's almost starving to death in China."

Su Lingling shook her head helplessly.

As a young person of the new era, Su Lingling has almost never considered the possibility that someone in the world might starve to death.

Jumping off a building, poisoning, drowning, burning to death.

These are all normal, but if it's said to be starvation...

This is a little bit rare.

Wang Chunjun also heard Su Lingling talking to herself.

He shook his head helplessly.

In his youth, starvation... was a real thing.

Moreover, it exists on a large scale.