"Land of death?"
Green looked at Brian with confusion, "Land of Death?"
Brian nodded, "You could say that. Soil nurtures life, but do you see any plants around?"
Hearing this, Green scanned the area once more and had an epiphany.
No wonder something felt off, but he hadn't been able to put his finger on what it was!
It was the plants!
Right!
If this place used to be a farm, it meant the soil here was fine, fit for planting, and capable of supporting plant life.
And yet, not a single weed could be seen!
This was highly unusual.
It even unconsciously brought to mind notions of a demon's dwelling, a cursed land, and other superstitious talk.
While the two men were talking, a female police officer approached them.
The policewoman appeared to be in her thirties, slightly overweight.
She looked straight at Brian with a discerning eye, "This place has a bad reputation, and not many people come here. Are you NW employees sent here to support from the city?"
