Chapter 649: The Truth
Although they hadn't seen each other much over the years, they inexplicably hit it off instantly, finding plenty to talk about.
"Why exactly did I transmigrate?" Lying on the soft, plush bed, Lun Qin, or rather Luo Xiaoyu, began to ponder this serious question once more.
As a lazy transmigrator who was bored all day, the question she most frequently pondered was, naturally, why she had transmigrated.
After transmigrating to this world, for most of her waking hours, she had lived alone in Ziluolan Hospital, with no pressure to survive, no enemies, and, of course, no friends.
Consequently, she had ample time to reflect on questions that ordinary transmigrators might not have the luxury to consider.
Yet there was another crucial question: what was the deal with this uncontrollable aura of bad luck that constantly plagued those around her?
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"Criminal suspect Lun Heping, male, 18 years old, from the East Second District of New York City, Seris Empire, formerly a third-year student at York High School. On March 28th, 196th year of the Great Yan Calendar, he murdered his adoptive parents, Sir and Lady Lunster, and stole over 180,000 yuan in cash and various valuable jewelry. Subsequently, on the same day, to acquire funds for his escape, he robbed a household in Tiancheng Haoyuan, resulting in three deaths.
Suspect's features: slender build, approximately 1.66 meters tall, 53 kilograms in weight, with a buzz cut. When fleeing, he carried a black backpack and wore a thin blue windbreaker.
..."
A beautiful blonde woman was intently reading a wanted poster affixed to a utility pole, with several passersby also gathering around her.
Whether they were looking at the wanted poster or the fair-skinned beauty, only they themselves knew.
The young woman with the golden wig was none other than Lun Heping, in disguise.
Wanted posters bearing his photograph were plastered everywhere on the streets; going out without a change of appearance would be walking straight into a trap.
"These bastards, as expected, they've pinned everything on me!"
Though fuming, Lun Heping could only grit his teeth and suppress every sound, lest he expose his male identity. He could dress as a woman, but his voice changer wasn't powerful enough; one word and his cover would be blown.
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Following a familiar route, Lun Heping arrived near the house where he usually resided.
The area around the house was cordoned off with police tape.
A swarm of people in Investigation Bureau uniforms were constantly moving in and out of his house, whether to collect evidence or to seize the opportunity to line their own pockets, he couldn't tell.
Although a day had passed, there was still no shortage of curious onlookers.
Sir Lunster was considered a well-known rich man in the surrounding few blocks; his infertility, his adopted son, and his immense fortune had always been important subjects of local gossip.
Imperial law stipulated that adopted children, without a blood relation, could not inherit noble status. Of course, while the title couldn't be inherited, the property could.
Thus, everyone was curious about how much inheritance that fortunate adopted child would ultimately receive.
However, with this incident now, the plot would likely become even more sensational.
Sir Lunster, without direct heirs, had only a few distant noble relatives, and these distant relatives were all considered eligible heirs.
Faced with the inherited fortune of hundreds of millions, no one could remain unmoved.
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In the main hall of the Sir's mansion, a pack of jackals were discussing how to carve up the carcass.
"..."
"Who would've thought poor old Lunster would actually be killed by that little bastard." A noblewoman, wearing an embroidered hat and a lace gown, softly cursed.
"Low-class people are just low-class people. To murder your own adoptive parents for a bit of money."
"Exactly, given how rich the Sir was, choosing to do something like this is simply insane."
"Quickly, capture that unruly little beast and hang him!"
"..."
"Among those present, who shouldn't be thanking him?" Finally, an old gentleman, holding a walking stick, smiled sardonically.
"Hahaha."
"Hehe."
"..."
The others, in their own ways, showed disdain for the person who had spoken the naked truth.
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"Excuse me, I'm a passing mute. Could you please tell me what happened here? (ω)" Lun Heping pulled out a pre-prepared notebook and began to act cute towards the Investigation Bureau staff guarding the perimeter.
It had to be said, this was also a society that judged by appearances. After transforming into an attractive cross-dresser, the old men from the Investigation Bureau sitting outside, lost in thought, immediately took the bait.
If it had been Lun Heping's original face, he would likely have been taken in for questioning as a suspect.
"What a poor girl... so beautiful, yet unable to speak..."
"There's a vicious criminal in there who committed murder and then fled."
"..."
"Thank you, Uncle. Goodbye. (￣▽￣)~*" Lun Heping suppressed his nausea and acted cute one more time.
"Goodbye!" X3
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"How did my sis know so much about all this stuff..." After returning to the apartment they rented, Lun Heping followed the instructions step-by-step to open the backend interface of the miniature listening device.
Earlier today, while circling and staking out locations, he had secretly scattered the recording ends of the listening device in numerous spots.
"Shushush..."
"Shushush..."
Most of it was meaningless static.
After waiting for quite some time, human voices finally emerged.
"..."
"Whose turn is it for duty? Haven't those vampires inside finished discussing the inheritance distribution yet?!"
"No, as you know, nobles have a lot of messy affairs..."
"Handle it quickly! We need to make this case ironclad! Otherwise, none of you can expect to get your performance bonuses!"
"Yes, sir!"
"...Shushush..."
"After closing this case and getting the final three and a half million, I'll pretty much be able to retire... *cough, cough*." It seemed to be the voice of the same old man.
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After listening to the various recordings, Lun Heping, who had been completely bewildered, finally managed to piece together what had happened.
If his guess was correct, one of Lunster's distant relatives must have orchestrated the entire case to seize his vast fortune.
A certain relative secretly murdered Lunster, then framed Lun Heping, and finally, by bribing key figures in the Investigation Bureau, turned the case into an "ironclad" one, transforming the fabricated story into the publicly accepted truth.
"And the death of the Kehui family? Could it be that they wanted to make use of me, making me the scapegoat for that case too?"
Everything he had witnessed at his crush's home remained an endless mystery to Lun Heping.
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