"How old were you when you buried the things?" he asked.
"I was 11, just before my father passed away," she said, deeply recalling the time because shortly after burying the items, her father died.
Kyle Kinston walked up to each tree, observing them. These were all different species of trees. When greening the community back then, there was no unified arrangement. The saplings were planted regardless of species, resulting in various types of trees being present in the community.
"So, the likelihood under this tree should be quite high," Kyle pointed at one of the trees after inspecting them for a while.
Mabel Quinn was pleasantly surprised, "You sure?"
"We'll know once we dig," he said.
Indeed, let's dig then! Ready to go, Mabel intended to pick up a small stone to start digging the hole, but Kyle directly took out his keychain, ejecting a small, delicate dagger from it, and began digging with the dagger.
