Mei walked over to Wan with a warm smile. She looked like a celestial maiden compared to the rest of us thugs.
"What's this?" Wan blinked rapidly, leaning away. "Another technique at torture? Good constable, bad constable? I won't talk, you know. I shouldn't."
"I know," Mei replied gently. "Yet, your pride says otherwise."
"Huh?"
She turned and pointed towards the paintings on the wall. "After some careful observation, I realized that those paintings aren't just mere decorations. They, in fact, tell a story. Each frame is a snippet of what I suspect has really happened in this region."
It seemed to be true, since Wan began darting his eyes around nervously, looking at his own art.
"The first one," Mei continued, walking toward the canvas, "shows what looks like a tiny asteroid falling on our planet and creating a sizable crater. The second one shows a time years later, I'm guessing, where a group of people have found this crater.
