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Indeed, Song Lingge is neither Messiah nor Xia Zhifei; her mind is much more mature than those two.

Lu Zhao subconsciously bit his lip, and asked again and again, "You really want to see?"

“Of course.” Song Lingge smiled gently and helped her sit on the stool in the entryway. “You’ve been working too hard lately. Before the police arrive, sit down and rest.”

She stopped resisting because she was in no condition to refuse the other party's kindness. She knew her own situation best; she was only holding on by sheer willpower.

Subconsciously touching his stomach and feeling a slight churning, Lu Zhao took a deep breath and forcibly suppressed the discomfort. "Alright then, be careful."

"rest assured."

As Song Lingge spoke, she turned into the living room alone. However, she was no longer as gentle as she had been when she treated Lu Zhao. Her eyes were even somewhat serious as she stared intently at the female corpse on the living room chandelier for a long time.

Then, his gaze fell on the overturned stool at the other person's feet and the cell phone that had been thrown aside.

She took out her phone and took a few pictures of the scene. Then she took out a handkerchief, picked up the phone from the ground through the handkerchief, and looked through the call log. When she saw the two calls from 11 o'clock marked "Client Wenruo", she nodded knowingly.

The captain had told her about that little girl Wenruo before, so it seems this really is Chen Le's phone.

Next, she looked through the various records on her phone. When she saw an entry in the memo section titled "Suicide Note," even someone as calm as her couldn't help but squint slightly.

Just as she was about to open it for a closer look, she heard a commotion coming from the doorway.

Are the police here?

After thinking for a moment, Song Lingge put her phone back in its place before walking out. As soon as she turned the corner, she saw Lu Zhao talking to several policemen at the door. When he saw her come out, he even patted his chest in a serious manner and winked at her.

It turns out they were covering for her.

She couldn't help but curl her lips into a smile, and walked out leisurely, saying to the police officers, "I'll leave the rest to you. If possible, please send us the autopsy results as soon as they are available."

The other person nodded. "Of course!"

Then, Song Lingge glanced at Lu Zhao, whose complexion was still not very good, raised her eyebrows and said, "We still have a mission to complete. If there are any questions that need to be asked, please find another time."

Seeing this, Lu Zhao had no intention of lingering there any longer. He nodded to the police officers and left with Song Lingge.

She didn't say a word until she got out of the elevator.

Song Lingge had been observing her expression, and seeing that she was indeed not looking well, she reached out and gently put her arm around her shoulder. "Captain, you don't have to be so sad. Everyone has to die eventually."

Yes, everyone dies eventually, especially when the one who dies is someone she had never met before.

But Lu Zhao just felt uncomfortable.

She had only glanced at the room briefly, but she could tell that the deceased, named Chen Le, must have been an extremely beautiful woman in her twenties, a flower-like age, yet she had hanged herself in this room.

If she hadn't accidentally noticed something was wrong and come to check, how much longer would the other person have stayed in that dimly lit room?

The image of that person's hideous death flashed through her mind, and Lu Zhao's heart churned again. But this time, she could no longer hold back. Her vision went black, and she hunched over and threw herself in front of a roadside trash can, vomiting loudly and violently, almost vomiting up her own blood.

Song Lingge, who was beside her, patted her back with concern, without saying a word.

After an unknown amount of time, Lu Zhao finally straightened up weakly, squatted on the ground with tears streaming down his face, and slowly regained his senses.

"Here, rinse your mouth." Song Lingge took a bottle of mineral water out of her handbag and handed it to her.

Lu Zhao glanced at her gratefully, picked up the water bottle and rinsed his mouth several times until he felt the taste of food gradually disappear. Then he gasped for breath, looked up at the sky and closed his eyes.

After a while, she realized that she seemed to have done something that ruined her image again. She looked at the person next to her with some hesitation, but Song Lingge's face showed no sign of discomfort. He gently wiped the sweat from her forehead.

She hesitated before speaking, "I..."

“Captain, you’ve been working too hard lately.” Song Lingge handed her a piece of paper. “Why don’t you go back and rest? We can finish the tasks here.”

Lu Zhao looked at her with a complicated expression for a while, and finally nodded.

To be honest, she desperately needed to rest at that moment.

Chapter 109 Captain Lu is Actually the Group's Darling

Almost being helped home, Lu Zhao, who repeatedly emphasized that he could manage on his own, finally saw Song Lingge out the door and then washed up again.

Looking at the woman in the mirror, her face covered in water and pale, Lu Zhao couldn't help but smile bitterly. She bent down and rinsed her face with cold water until her head started to spin before straightening up again.

No, every time I close my eyes, all I see is a room full of blood, and the horrifying sight of Chen Le with bulging eyes and blood flowing from his seven orifices.

She slumped against the glass of the bathroom, her face now cold, and stared blankly at the ceiling.

"What are you thinking about?" the white flame within her body suddenly spoke.

Lu Zhao gave a self-deprecating laugh, without scolding it. He simply squatted down slowly, hugged his knees, and murmured, "I want to go home."

This was the first time since Lu Zhao transmigrated that he had revealed his deepest desires.

She wanted to go home, to the other world where her parents and friends were, where there wouldn't be such a death scene waiting for her, and where she wouldn't have to suppress her emotions and take on responsibilities that originally belonged to someone else.

In that other world, she was simply Lu Zhao.

A burning sensation surged through her heart, quickly spreading throughout her body. Lu Zhao clenched her fists, knowing that Bai Yan was helping her.

She sighed softly, reached out and touched her heart, as if to comfort herself, or perhaps to speak to herself: "Don't worry, I won't do anything to hurt myself."

No matter what situation you encounter, do not harm your body.

These were the words her parents taught her from a young age, and Lu Zhao always remembered them. So, in any difficult situation in her life, she never gave up on herself.

Even after being transported to such a strange world, forced to play someone else's role, and forced to accept everything about others, she never considered doing anything self-destructive.

He stood up unsteadily, his calves starting to feel slightly numb. Lu Zhao pursed his lips, forced himself out of the bathroom, and collapsed onto the bed.

"It's okay," she said, her eyes closed, her body almost curled up in a ball. "I just need a good night's sleep... I'll be alright..."

Forcing himself to clear his mind and not think about the bedroom or the corpse, Lu Zhao finally fell asleep with Bai Yan's conscious help.

Little did she know that as she closed her eyes completely and drifted into a dream, a burst of firelight flowed from her chest and transformed into a white figure.

The figure did nothing, simply standing quietly in front of her, like the most steadfast guardian, silently protecting her.

Everything will be alright, won't it?

……

"You said she went home?" Li Manqiu asked in surprise as she helped Duan Yue adjust the TV while wearing Bluetooth headphones. "Isn't she on a mission?"

The sound in the earphones was very muffled, but you could vaguely make out a man's voice: "Yeah, that guy was helped back, his face was pale, I don't know why. He probably saw something terrible and was scared out of his wits, hahaha!"

Hearing the obvious mocking laughter from the other side, Li Manqiu frowned slightly and subconsciously looked at Xiaoyue, who was watching TV intently beside her, but said, "Okay, I understand. You can leave first. You don't need to follow her anymore."

After saying that, he hung up the phone.

"Sister?" Duan Yue noticed her pale face and obediently leaned closer to ask, "Sister, are you in a bad mood?"

Li Manqiu stared at her for a while, a hint of emotion flashing in her dark pupils. After a long while, she asked, "Xiaoyue, do you want to see your mother?"

Duan Yue blinked, not understanding her words for a moment.

"What my sister means is... Mom is in a bad mood today, and if Xiaoyue goes to see her, she'll be happier." She slowly and deliberately tidied Duan Yue's hair, explaining gently.

“But…” Duan Yue was clearly tempted, but still hesitated. “Sister, didn’t you say before that I couldn’t go out? Then, if it would cause you trouble, I’d better not go…”

She was always so well-behaved, seemingly aware of her current situation, and never caused Li Manqiu any trouble. Sometimes, even if she had something on her mind, she would never say it.

She looks exactly like her adoptive mother.

A faint smile appeared in Li Manqiu's eyes, "Going out once in a while shouldn't be a problem."

Duan Yue sat up straight instinctively and asked repeatedly, "Really? I can go see my mother?"

"of course."

"Wow! Thank you, sister!" Duan Yue suddenly jumped into her arms, her little hands tightly gripping her clothes, and she looked up at her with a wide smile.

Only then did she show joy on her face, just like an ordinary child.

Li Manqiu's body stiffened slightly, but when she could truly feel the genuine joy of the child in her arms, she gradually relaxed, looked towards the corner of the wall, and softly called out, "Xin Xia."

The thin man appeared in response, nodded to her, and then extended his hand to Duan Yue, "Miss Duan Yue, please."

……

Outside the interrogation room of the Mental Health Bureau.

"Chen Le is dead?" Xia Zhifei held the phone, listening to the voice on the other end with particular surprise. After a long while, she asked, "What about Chen Shang...?"

"I'm still waiting for the autopsy report. You and Messiah can subtly probe Chen Shang's reaction." It was Song Lingge's voice on the other end of the phone.

Xia Zhifei paused for a moment, then glanced back at the man sitting in the interrogation room, a cold glint flashing in her eyes. "Okay, I understand."

"Oh, right," Song Lingge added, "the captain isn't feeling well, so I told her to go back and rest."

"Huh?" The young lady was taken aback, then quickly turned around and asked, "Is she alright? Has something happened to her brain again?"

Song Lingge smiled and said, "It's nothing, she's just a little tired. Let her rest for a day. Remember not to bother her when you go back."

Xia Zhifei pouted, "Am I really that immature!"

After hanging up the phone, the young lady, who had just been acting coquettishly towards the oldest sister in the team, immediately changed her expression, turned around and nodded to Messiah, "I'll go interrogate him, you stay outside and keep watch."

Messiah's lips twitched, and he quickly stepped forward to open the door for her. Watching Xia Zhifei walk in gracefully, he couldn't help but wipe a bead of sweat from his forehead.

Goodness, it's been a long time since I've seen Sister Xiaofei look so serious.

She looked at Chen Shang inside with pity and silently mourned for him for three seconds.

Don't be fooled by Xia Zhifei's constant banter and carefree interactions with her. How could a young lady from a prestigious family be as pampered and naive as she appears?

Ultimately, it's simply because the bottom line hasn't been reached yet.

Chapter 110 Mother's Kindness and Daughter's Filial Piety

Lu Zhao had a dream.

Corpses lay strewn across the fields, and blood flowed like rivers.

She stood alone, bewildered, in a room filled with corpses, wanting to escape but too terrified to move.

He wanted to call for help, but found that he couldn't even make a sound when he opened his mouth.

why?

Why is she the only one left?

Where did Dad, Mom, and Grandpa and Grandma go?