In the living room.
Richard Moore was on the phone with the chief.
"Lawson, come over and take a look, the person disappeared overnight, I'm really sorry, I just don't know where it went wrong. And, have you found that boy's mother? Maybe there will be some clues!"
"Alright, alright! That won't do! That's our trump card, we'll talk about it later!"
The other side of the phone was discussing how Alexander Mercer hacked into the traffic bureau with such speed that it made the chief feel an unprecedented threat.
So he asked Richard Moore to introduce him to this "capable person", but if the chief knew it was all the work of a three-year-old child, what kind of expression would he have?
Richard Moore couldn't wait to see his old friend's look of admiration for a three-year-old kid.
Inside the room.
