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"Who...who are you, and why did you attack me?" She turned her head away, glanced at the man's light-colored trench coat lying on the ground, bent down to pick it up, and examined it carefully. "Why are you holding my clothes?"

The man's pale face was covered in sweat. He struggled to lift his head, his young face filled with fear of Lu Zhao: "Someone...someone gave me ten thousand yuan to take the clothes covering the child who was brought here because of the fire..."

Ten thousand yuan? Just for her coat?

If the original owner didn't have any obsessive fans or related individuals, then the person who paid him to do this is highly suspicious.

Looking at the man's right arm, which was almost entirely covered in scabs, Lu Zhao didn't hesitate. He pulled the man into the elevator and made a call to Messiah.

"Hey, I caught a suspicious person, but I was a bit too rough and injured him. Let's take him to the hospital's emergency room first."

After hanging up the phone and pressing the button for the first floor, Lu Zhao looked down at the man who had collapsed on the ground, groaning in pain. He didn't even dare to ask him if he was in pain.

It must take a lot of effort to control such a terrifying ability.

She gritted her teeth desperately, trying not to think about where the stench of burnt meat in the air was coming from, but the more she tried not to think about it, the more focused she became.

Now she has burned a stranger suspected of arson and is too guilty to face him. She can’t imagine how Lu Zhao, who was not yet eighteen years old back then, faced the reality of burning his parents to death with his own hands.

The elevator dinged, and Lu Zhao helped the man up to register. He only felt a little relieved after taking the man into the emergency room.

"Hello," the phone rang, and she answered it with a heavy tone, "The doctor just said that he doesn't know if his arm can be saved."

Messiah comforted him over the phone, saying, "Captain, you've just been injured recently and aren't feeling well. Don't think too much about it."

How can I not think too much?

Being in a bad state is no excuse for her to hurt others without permission.

Having grown up in a peaceful environment, Lu Zhao rarely hurts others, let alone argues with them.

She tried to convince herself that this was just a game world, and everything was just data. But the reality was that, regardless of whether this was a game or not, since she was already in this space, everything here was real.

“…Messiah,” she sighed, not letting her subordinate, who was notoriously bad at comforting people, continue the conversation, “has the child’s surgery finished?”

"Yes, the doctor just brought the child out. The child is fine now and should wake up by tomorrow at the latest."

Lu Zhao was silent for a while before saying, "Okay, you stay here and watch over her. I'll come and meet up with you after I'm done here."

If it were in the past, she would have been weak in the knees and had difficulty breathing in such a situation, unable to walk at all. But with this body now, she could force herself to suppress her feelings and interrogate the man.

On the way, she asked the other party a few questions, the most important of which were the appearance of the person who bribed him and where he was to deliver the clothes.

The former's answer was not optimistic. He had not met the buyer at all. He had only seen an urgent reward posted online at noon today, saying that he could get 30,000 yuan for doing a small thing for that person, and even the deposit was 10,000 yuan.

Lu Zhao checked the forum where the bounty was posted, only to find that the post had been deleted long ago. He also tried to find the account through which the other party made the remittance, but after asking the monitoring department to check, he learned that the other party had set their location overseas, making it impossible to trace them.

In fact, we can already glean a lot of information from this point alone.

For example... that person posted the bounty notice at noon, and at that time, she and Messiah were just about to set off to chase the ambulance, so that person or their informant must have been at the fire scene, otherwise they wouldn't have known that she gave the clothes to the little girl.

For the second question, she received a rather useful answer: the person who offered the reward told him to get the trench coat and then deliver it to a van in the hospital's underground parking garage.

After asking the doctor to take good care of the person, she went back to the underground parking garage, but unfortunately, the van was no longer in the designated location.

However, the surveillance footage still showed the van entering and leaving without any attempt to evade capture. It drove into the underground parking lot before they arrived at the hospital and left immediately after the man was apprehended.

"Could you please give me this recording..." Just as she was asking the guard in the monitoring room for the recording, another phone call came in.

Lu Zhao glanced at the notes above and immediately felt a headache coming on.

She answered the phone with a heavy heart, but before she could even speak, the person on the other end fired off a barrage of questions: "Captain Lu, when did your Action Department start meddling in our Monitoring Department?"

Oh no, Chi Ying must have found out that she secretly asked the monitoring department staff for help.

“Minister Chi…” Ever since he had those memories, Lu Zhao always felt inferior to Chi Ying. “If you want to investigate, then I’ll leave this matter to you.”

The person on the other end snorted coldly and hung up the phone.

Lu Zhao wiped the cold sweat from his forehead, turned around and said to the guard, "Please send the video to the Department of Superintendents."

She has no authority to deal with this matter.

Chapter Nine: Keeping a Mistress in a Golden House - Is That Even Acceptable?

The monitoring department arrived promptly, sending a burly-looking male employee to take over the duties in less than ten minutes. Lu Zhao didn't hesitate; after confirming the employee's identity, he handed over the job of looking after the man and went upstairs alone, looking dejected.

To this day, too many things have happened that she can't understand. The fact that she time-traveled alone is enough for her to process for a long time.

I walked to the door of the ward in a daze and looked inside through the glass door. Messiah was sitting by the bedside, staring motionlessly at the little girl on the bed.

Lu Zhao pursed her lips, suppressing the overwhelming sense of loss welling up inside her. This was not her world. In this unfamiliar place, she had to be on her guard at all times to deal with any potential crisis.

She carefully pushed the door open and entered. She raised her index finger to Messiah, signaling her not to disturb the girl in the hospital bed, before tiptoeing to the bedside.

The setting sun shone on the girl's delicate, fragile face, as if it were made of glass. Lu Zhao watched her for a while, then gently brushed aside the stray hairs on her face with his long, slender fingers.

After a long pause, she asked in a low voice, "How is she?"

"It was mainly carbon monoxide poisoning, along with some other minor symptoms, but it's nothing serious now, and he should wake up tomorrow."

Messiah answered softly, then pulled her to the door and said solemnly, "Captain, I just checked, and this child is indeed a newly awakened Spirit Race member. His ability is probably a lower-level ability of your White Flame, which is also fire."

Lu Zhao's breath hitched slightly as he turned to look at the still unconscious child.

In other words, this girl suffered the same fate as the original owner of the body: her psychic powers went out of control, and she killed her own parents with her own hands.

She felt a little short of breath, and instinctively braced her right hand against the wall, her face looking very pale.

Perhaps knowing her past, Messiah considerately helped her up, saying, "Captain, I'll guard this side. Your injuries haven't healed yet, so you should go home and rest first."

Lu Zhao looked up in a daze. That made sense. The target of the mission was right here, and their mission was basically complete. As for the man who wanted her clothes, he had been taken over by the monitoring department. So, it seemed that she really had nothing to do.

It's fine if you don't realize it, but once you do, and your mind relaxes, a wave of fatigue washes over you, both physical and mental.

She sighed and patted Messiah's shoulder lightly: "Alright, feel free to contact me anytime if you need anything."

After saying that, he pushed open the door and left the ward alone.

As he left the hospital, gazing at the sunset, Lu Zhao stood on the street for a moment, feeling somewhat dizzy.

The Messiah told her to go home, but her home was in another world. She had inexplicably come here and didn't know how to get back.

Since she transmigrated, where is her original body?

How would your family and friends from that other world react?

She dared not think about anything, for fear that she would overthink and get stuck in a rut.

Up until now, she hadn't really grasped the reality of her time travel, until the scene of her destroying someone's arm with a single punch appeared before her eyes, and she began to vaguely understand—

This is another world, a world inhabited by spirits, possessing psychic powers, and containing many things she had never known before.

But she had no choice but to passively accept it and face the world.

So where is Lu Zhao's home in this world?

She glanced blankly at the diverse crowd of pedestrians around her, her mind a little fuzzy, yet strangely clear.

After searching on my phone for a while, I finally found the address that the original owner of this body used most often when ordering takeout. Presumably, "Building 52, No. 210 Qixia Road" should be the original owner's current address.

Following the navigation, she took a bus all the way to a rather luxurious villa complex. Lu Zhao was a little dumbfounded. In her previous life, her family was at most a well-off family. She had never been to a place like this, which looked like a place frequented by the rich and powerful.

The original owner's parents died, so where did she get the money to live in such a big house? Could she have gone to the wrong place?

Lu Zhao hesitated for a while at the entrance of the residential area, then decided to go in and take a look. However, before she even got close to the gate, the young security guard on duty spotted her from afar and greeted her warmly, saying, "Miss Lu, you're home so early today!"

"Ah...yes, not too much to do today." She quickly forced a smile and hurried inside to get away from the security guard's enthusiastic gaze.

Good heavens, the original owner of this body really did live here.

Following the navigation, Lu Zhao finally arrived at a villa. He vaguely remembered something that matched the house in front of him, so he didn't hesitate and went straight up to enter his fingerprint.

The door opened.

She hurried inside and was about to take off her shoes when she heard a clear female voice from inside: "Ah Zhao, you're back!"

What's going on here?!

Lu Zhao's eyes widened as a lively and energetic young girl, around twenty years old, dressed in pajamas, ran from the hallway.

Before she could even react, he gave her a warm hug.

Depend on!

The original owner of this body actually had the habit of keeping a mistress in a gilded cage?

Stiffly raising his hand, Lu Zhao gently patted the girl's back. Feeling a bit awkward, he pulled back slightly and casually looked her up and down.

The girl had exquisite features and the kind of air that only a noble young lady would have. In that brief moment of contact, Lu Zhao could tell that she was wearing an expensive perfume.

Good heavens, where did the original owner get such great charm that she could make a young lady stay at home obediently and wait for her to come back?

Ok?

Wait a minute, young lady?

She swallowed nervously and tentatively asked, "Xia...Xia Zhifei?"

"Hmm?" A hint of doubt flashed in the girl's beautiful light brown eyes. "Why are you suddenly calling me so formally?"

Lu Zhao's eyes flickered slightly, and he swallowed the questions that were about to come to mind. He pretended to be nonchalant, took off his shoes, and called out the name he remembered: "It's nothing, Xiao Fei."

Then, deliberately keeping a distance from Xia Zhifei, Lu Zhao stepped into the living room. Looking at the modern-style living room, which was about half the size of her own home, Lu Zhao couldn't help but pinch his brow. He calmly turned around and looked at Xia Zhifei behind him: "What are we having for dinner tonight?"

Xia Zhifei wasn't bothered by her lukewarm attitude at all, and even smiled as he took out a bag of noodles: "I'm cooking today!"

Fortunately, they didn't say anything strange.

Lu Zhao inexplicably breathed a sigh of relief.

Chapter Ten: The Tragedy of the Eldest Daughter

Indeed, having a rich young lady cook was not a wise decision.

Looking at the black, blob-like thing in front of him, Lu Zhao raised an eyebrow, poked at the charcoal-like substance with his chopsticks, and asked, "Is this noodles?"

"I didn't put enough water in, and it burned the pot." Xia Zhifei sat opposite her, explaining aggrievedly, her eyes red and on the verge of tears.

"...Actually, it's quite creative." Lu Zhao, never one to see a pretty girl cry, quickly added, setting the two bowls of noodles aside and taking out his phone. "Want to order takeout?"

Xia Zhifei's eyes lit up: "Great! I want to eat crayfish!"

Does the young lady also like to eat this stuff?