Peninsula: I can steal the luck of disgraced celebrities

Lin Zhixun understood.

"You mean, what they say doesn't count?"

Officer Cui did not answer directly, but continued:

"Furthermore, we just conducted a preliminary examination of the children's physical condition and found no obvious signs of external injury. Zheng Taicheng insists that the children are talking nonsense, and the caregiver is also testifying on his behalf."

"The caregiver is his sister."

Officer Cui paused for a moment.

"We understand that, but at present, there is no direct evidence to prove that Zheng Taicheng committed any acts of infringement."

Lin Zhixun looked down at the glass of cold water on the table.

"So he can leave?"

Officer Cui closed his notebook without answering the question.

"Wait here for a moment."

He got up and went out.

Lin Zhixun sat alone in the interrogation room.

The noise from next door grew louder.

Zheng Taiyue shouted in the hallway, "We're going to sue him! Intentional assault! He beat my brother like this, he must go to jail!"

Zheng Taicheng's voice rang out, "Yes, I want a medical examination! I want a forensic medical assessment!"

Lin Zhixun closed his eyes.

He doesn't regret hitting the person.

But he regretted only throwing three punches.

……

About twenty minutes later, Officer Cui returned.

Another police officer, older than him, in his forties, came in with him. He had an extra bar on his shoulder insignia compared to Officer Cui.

"Mr. Lin, I am the head of the criminal investigation team of this department, my surname is Han."

Team Leader Han pulled out a chair, sat down, and flipped through the materials in his hand.

"I understand the situation. There isn't enough evidence to file a case against Zheng Taicheng at the moment. We can only take notes for now and will arrange for a social worker to intervene in the investigation later."

"However," Team Leader Han looked up, "if Zheng Taicheng wants to pursue the matter of you hitting someone, there's nothing we can do to stop him."

Lin Zhixun nodded.

"I understand."

Team Leader Han stared at him for a while, then suddenly put the materials on the table and leaned forward.

"I'm going to tell you something I shouldn't say."

Lin Zhixun looked up.

"I've been a police officer for twenty years, and I've seen this kind of case more than once."

"Welfare homes, nursing homes, special schools... the more isolated a place is, the more likely this kind of thing is to happen."

"The difficulty lies in obtaining evidence. The victims lack the ability to express themselves, and the perpetrators are managers, so it's impossible to establish a chain of evidence."

Team Leader Han spoke in a flat tone, but very slowly.

"What you did was wrong. Hitting someone is hitting someone, and there's no excuse for that under the law."

"But I will keep an eye on what you reported. If the social worker can find medical evidence after intervention, such as abnormalities in the medical examination report, that's a different story."

Lin Zhixun looked at him.

"Thanks."

"Don't thank me, thank yourself." Team Leader Han stood up. "Most people would choose to pretend they didn't see it if they encountered something like this."

He walked to the door, then turned back and added:

"I'll talk to Zheng Taicheng and try my best to get him to not pursue your assault case, but I can't guarantee that."

The door closed.

Lin Chih-hsun leaned back in his chair.

He listened to everything Team Leader Han said.

Monitor, investigate, social workers intervene, and seek medical evidence.

He understands the process, but processes take time.

A week? A month? Half a year?

During this time, those children still lived in that courtyard.

Zheng Taicheng is still the hospital director, and Zheng Taiyue is still a caregiver.

When Soo-yeon said "it hurts at night," her fingers, which were gripping IU's sleeve, were white.

Lin Zhixun opened his eyes.

"system."

【exist. 】

"How much good karma do I have left?"

Current good deeds score: 510 points

Lin Zhixun was taken aback. Why are there so many?

But he doesn't have time to think about it now.

"Use [Seize Fortune] on Zheng Taicheng. No matter how many good deeds points are used, he must die."

[Beep! Calculating the consumption of good deeds points, estimated to require 200 good deeds points.]

[The quest for destiny is in progress... Completed. Zheng Taicheng's current misfortune value: 100%.]

Lin Zhixun stood up and pushed open the door to the interrogation room.

In the corridor.

Jung Tae-sung was sitting on a bench with gauze on his nose and his face swollen like a steamed bun.

Zheng Taiyue was sitting next to him, arguing with a young police officer.

"This must be investigated! Intentional assault! Look at my brother's face!"

Lin Zhixun walked past them.

Zheng Taicheng looked up and saw him, a hint of hatred flashing in his eyes, but he quickly withdrew it and didn't dare to make a sound.

Lin Zhixun didn't stop and walked straight into the lobby.

Officer Cui called him over from the front desk:

"Mr. Lin, you've signed the statement and can leave now. But please keep your phone accessible, as we may need your cooperation later."

"no problem."

Lin Chih-hsun pushed open the police station door; it was already completely dark outside.

The streetlights illuminated the steps at the entrance, making them appear white.

He stood on the steps and took a deep breath.

I heard the sound of a door opening behind me.

Jung Tae-sung and his sister also came out.

Zheng Taiyue, supporting Zheng Taicheng, muttered and cursed as they walked, "Just wait, we'll hire a lawyer tomorrow and sue him to death..."

Jung Tae-sung covered his nose and mumbled, "Let's go to the hospital first, my nose hurts so much."

The two people walked down the steps and headed toward a silver sedan parked by the roadside.

Lin Zhixun stood there, watching their backs.

Zheng Taicheng walked to the roadside and was about to open the car door.

A piercing horn blared from the end of the street.

The sound was abnormally loud, as if someone had their hand pressed against the horn and hadn't let go.

Lin Zhixun turned his head to look.

A large truck rushed from the right side of the street, its high beams blindingly bright.

The car was traveling at a high speed, and its trajectory was clearly off course.

Instead of going along the lane, it rushed straight toward the side of the road.

Hearing the sound, Zheng Taicheng looked up.

His reaction was a beat too slow.

Zheng Taiyue screamed first, then abandoned Zheng Taicheng and ran to the side.

But after running a couple of steps, she tripped over something and fell to the ground.

The truck slammed on its brakes, leaving a long black trail in the asphalt.

But the distance was too close.

Lin Zhixun stood on the steps in front of the police station, watching all of this unfold.

The truck's front end grazed the rear of the silver sedan, and the immense inertia propelled the sedan several meters forward before it spun and crashed into a lamppost.

Jung Tae-sung was hit by the flying car door and fell onto the sidewalk like a rag doll.

Zheng Taiyue lay on the ground as the truck's right front wheel ran over her legs, her screams echoing through the night.

Then everything went quiet.

The truck stopped, the cab door opened, and the driver stumbled out, his face covered in blood, shouting, "Brakes... the brakes failed..."

A group of people rushed out of the police station.

Team Leader Han ran ahead and paused for two seconds when he saw the scene at the entrance.

"Call an ambulance!"

Lin Zhixun stood on the steps, without moving.

He glanced down at the system panel.

Jung Tae-sung's current bad luck level: 0%

[Zheng Taiyue's current bad luck value: 0%]

When a person dies, all misfortune is wiped away.

This was the first time he had used the system to kill someone.

For a moment, Lin Zhixun felt a little melancholy, but he did not regret it.

He looked away, turned and walked down the steps, bypassing the chaotic crowd, and headed to the other end of the street.

After walking about 200 meters, my phone vibrated in my pocket.

He took it out and saw that it was IU's number.

"Feed?"

"Ji-hoon!" IU's voice came through the receiver, urgent. "Are you out yet? I've called you several times but you haven't answered!"

"Just came out."

"Are you alright? And what will happen to the children at the orphanage?" IU asked with concern.

"I'm fine," Lin Zhixun said with a smile. "As for the children at the orphanage, we'll get them a new director and a new caregiver."

Unless someone in South Korea can perform the Edo Tensei (resurrection technique) and summon those two people.

"That's good."

On the other end of the phone, IU visibly breathed a sigh of relief.

But then she brought up something else.

"Representative Pei called you several times just now, but you didn't answer."

"He asked me to inform you that the scene where you sing the day after tomorrow was originally supposed to be filmed separately from the audience's reaction through editing."

"But the director said that in order to pursue a sense of realism, he found fans who volunteered to play the roles of the entire school's teachers and students."

"You need to sing live in front of 800 people the day after tomorrow!"