Thursday, 10:30 a.m., the special investigation team's conference room.
Luo An took out a photograph the size of a modern touchscreen smartphone and slowly pushed it in front of Vireness.
The scene in the photograph was simple: on a wooden table, two items lay to the left and right.
On the left was an open notebook with some telephone numbers and, written thereafter, dates and times whose meaning was unknown.
On the right was another photograph; the person in it bore a strong resemblance to those in the White House, only much younger, around thirty years old. As for the content within the photograph... Stars surrounding the moon.
Vireness's eyelids twitched and her complexion changed instantly. With a slap, she flipped the photograph over and placed it face down on the table, glanced around at the few people in the conference room with a stern face, and looked at Luo An as she asked:
"Who else has seen this photograph?"
