"You guys are here looking for clues, too? Step aside, the zombies are about to flood this place."
Just then, a cold voice suddenly rang out behind them.
Smith and William quickly turned their heads and saw a familiar face—Ron, from Team One of the Association of Espers.
Ron swiftly pushed his way inside. Seeing the pile of papers scattered across the floor, he couldn't help but frown. "Searching like this won't help you find anything useful, and you're just making it harder for those who come after you to find clues, Asta."
A mop of red hair swayed behind the pile of papers. Asta jumped up from the pile, then leapt to the floor, landing behind Ron and speaking nonchalantly, "There is nothing here. I'm certain the clue isn't in this place. You can leave now."
"You're that confident with that tiny brain of yours?" Ron scoffed.
