Time goes on.

The young policeman with the detector in his hand over there was still honestly searching for the signal of the plane.

And the three policemen over here? It's mockery and contempt. They sit here leisurely, not caring about Li Tian and Mary's plane.

"John, Come? Trovatocheisegnalidiaerobiliary incidenteaereoche?" Translator: John, how is it? Did your detector find the signal of the crashed plane?

Just then the fat policeman, with a scornful smile on his face, asked the thin policeman with a detection device over there.

The policeman called John turned around and said, "No, nonancora."

Listening to this John, the fat policeman laughed.

The honest, thin John saw...