Arknights? Yesterday's Arknights!!

Because the blond youth's jacket bore the insignia of the Royal Guard, Chen Huijie couldn't possibly be unaware of it.

"boom!"

Chen Huijie's office door was kicked open, and Lin Yuxia swaggered in. No one from the Guard Bureau stopped her; everyone knew that she, Chen Huijie, and Swire were old acquaintances.

"Hey! I need to ask you something."

"You want to ask me something and you still have this attitude? Aren't you afraid I'll throw you out?" Veins bulged on Chen Huijie's forehead.

"Let's talk about it after you can do it."

Lin Yuxia sat down opposite her, her expression serious. "I've seen the person you've been longing for."

Chen Huijie's eyes lit up at first, then dimmed again, and she frowned.

"You're mistaken."

"What do you mean?" Lin Yuxia asked, puzzled.

"Same name, same race, even similar appearance, but the age doesn't match. It can't be that person. Besides, I saw his arm pierced by Originium with my own eyes. Even with the best inhibitors constantly supplied, he probably wouldn't be alive today."

Chen Huijie's face was gloomy.

Chapter Seventeen: The Thief

Over the years, there have been two people that Chen Huijie could never get over: the first is her sister Talulah, and the second is An Xin, who desperately saved her.

It could even be said that An Xin deserves some credit for Chen Huijie becoming a police officer.

The great man is the country and the people.

Chen Huijie sometimes wondered if it was because she hadn't done better that that person stopped coming to see her.

But then she thought, maybe he was already dead. Oripathy is a terminal illness. He was just deceiving her back then, making her think that they would meet again someday.

In short, Chen Huijie would mention that person at first, but over time, she stopped mentioning him altogether.

Until today, Lin Yuxia ran over excitedly, and she met that person.

Chen Huijie poured herself a glass of water, but Lin Yuxia snatched it away.

She continued, "In short, this An Xin and that An Xin are definitely not the same person. It must be a coincidence. Do you think I didn't investigate?"

The moment I got the information, I went to find... never mind, I don't want to talk about it.

An Xin's origins are unknown, her identity is completely blank, I even doubt whether she exists.

Now, the Imperial Guard has all the information on An Xin from childhood to adulthood. He learned martial arts in Yumen when he was seven or eight years old, studied in Dayan until he was eighteen, and then went to Victoria for further studies. He is a member of the Lin family of Dayan, and they have even investigated who his parents are. Twenty years ago, he was only two years old.

"So, it really isn't just one person?" Lin Yuxia hesitated.

I originally thought that person belonged to a race whose appearance never changed, and that a lifespan of four or five hundred years was nothing in Terra.

She frowned, sighed, and shrugged.

"I'm leaving now. I thought I could be of some help to you."

"Are you so kind?"

"Pah, we grew up together since we were little." Lin Yuxia turned her back on Chen Huijie.

Inside the office, Chen Huijie lowered her head in thought, then looked out at the slum through the floor-to-ceiling windows.

It's still not good enough.

Through the glass, it seemed as if he met An Xin's gaze; he stood in the deserted alley.

There was an overturned trash can at the entrance, its contents spilled all over the ground, and the entire alley was stained red with blood, appearing as a dried brown color.

An Xin walked in a few steps and observed the crime scene, but there was no information at all.

The bodies were all dragged away.

There was no surveillance.

The case is too difficult to solve.

The slums are home to refugees from other places, gangsters, and abandoned children.

In fact, gangsters should also be considered as refugees from other places. Most of them are people who can't make it in their families, or simply people who have left their families.

The mission file only states that the task is to investigate the gang involved in yesterday's fight and arrest the key members.

He recalled what the old police officer had said to him when he borrowed the motorcycle.

"If there's really no other way, we'll go to the gangs and ask for two scapegoats. They all have some kind of criminal record, so it's not like we're wronging them."

It's not surprising that the veteran police officers have this idea, because they don't think the people in the slums are Lungmen people; they think they are a group of outsiders who couldn't make it in other countries and came to Lungmen to make a living.

With only 20,000 Lungmen Dollars a month, why risk your life against these gangsters?

An Xin turned around and saw a little girl kicking his motorcycle. When she saw him come back, she didn't run away but instead showed a calm smile.

She had long, bright purple hair, wore a tight-fitting coat, and paired black stockings with lace-up boots.

"Hey, I've never seen you before. Are you a new recruit in the Guard Bureau?"

"Thief?"

"Yeah, yeah, hurry up and take me back to the Guard Bureau." An Su stretched out his hands and placed them in front of An Xin, with a cheerful and lively smile on his face.

His face was solemn. He sighed, walked to the little girl's side, and instead of handcuffing her, he patted her head and even rubbed her rabbit ears.

"Come on, there's no rush to take you back. You're an orphan here, right? Do you know what happened last night? I'll treat you to a meal, and you can tell me all about it."

"Oh, okay."

An Su blinked, somewhat puzzled by this newcomer to the Guard Bureau.

The guards she knew would send her straight to jail without saying a word.

That was also her goal.

Compared to her home in the slums, where she didn't know where her next meal would come from, the Guard Bureau's prison had a spacious bed for her, a warm and comfortable blanket, and at first, there was pork chop rice, so she could eat three meals a day.

But this person is different.

He actually invited her to dinner.

The young man was handsome and had a tall, straight figure. Before she got close to steal the car, she overheard a lot of people talking about him. Several orphans older than her were all asking for his contact number.

But An Suo didn't care; she just wanted to eat her fill. She asked An Xin.

"You treat me to dinner, and then what? Will you send me to jail?"

"What do you think?" An Xin paused.

"meeting!"

"Is it."

The more cheerful An Suo laughed, the more gloomy An Xin's face became, her lips pursed and she remained silent.

Ten minutes later, two bowls of camel meat noodles without any meat were placed on the table, one for An Xin and one for An Suo.

An Suo seemed quite satisfied, eating large mouthfuls and speaking indistinctly.

"What do you want to know? I can't just eat your food for nothing. I know everything that happens on this street."

"How many people died in last night's brawl?" An Xin broke off her chopsticks and ate a few bites casually.

Although it hadn't been long since breakfast, he was a glutton and didn't care about a bowl of noodles at all.

"How many people died? You still care about that? You've always ignored the fighting in the slums, haven't you?" An Suo's eyes darted upwards, once again sensing the difference between the young man and the other officers.

An Xin was speechless.

Because what Ansuo said was true: the Guard Bureau was established recently and had few police officers; it was already good enough that it could maintain order in the civilian and wealthy areas.

Many wealthy people hire extra security guards, and I've heard that Black Steel International is a reputable security company.

Slums are indeed a problem.

Sometimes An Xin would comfort himself, telling himself that he was just a junior police officer and that he should just do what he could, but sometimes he couldn't escape the unease in his conscience.

He finished the bowl of noodles, listened to An Suo's rambling, and then called the owner over to add a serving of meat and a bottle of drink for her.

"Hey, you're such a nice guy! You didn't invite me to dinner just because I'm pretty, did you?"

"Who would like someone who's skinny and small? If anyone says that to you, I'll arrest them and send them to the Guard Bureau."

An Xin looked at her.

She is indeed very beautiful; even though she lives in a slum, her hair is very shiny.

But, as he said...

too skinny.

Normally, seeing someone with dark skin would only evoke pity, not that kind of emotion.

After hearing An Suo's message, An Xin roughly understood the situation and knew how to proceed.

"sorry to bother you."