"It's fine..." Luo Shu murmured in a low voice.
He hadn't found it. Couldn't find it.
Luo Shu could only close his eyes, take a deep breath, and try to calm his restless thoughts.
Seeing him like this, Angela Yu also felt a bit disappointed. She suggested, thinking from a logical perspective, "We could trace her timeline leading up to her death." It was an idea based on her experience with murder mystery games—actually, a pretty sound suggestion.
Frederick Chen added, "Miss Yvonne He always had a lot of freedom, and tracking her movements isn't easy. The last time she was seen in public was about ten days ago, and her last encounter with Mr. He was at a charity gala a week ago… There's been no other trace since. Her last credit card charge was three days ago, for a watch. She usually prefers cash."
Luo Shu's interest was piqued. This habit of Yvonne's… It seemed like she was always ready to commit a crime—elusive, careful not to leave any trace.
Hunter He hadn't joined the conversation thus far. He turned, went to a bookshelf, retrieved a bottle of brandy, and took a slightly trembling right hand to pour himself a glass.
Wait.
Luo Shu noticed his right hand was slightly darker than the rest of his skin.
If he wore gloves often, his hands would be paler. So why were they darker?
An uneasy feeling crept up on Luo Shu. This scripted world seemed normal on the surface—no ghosts, no monsters—but the number of inexplicable oddities accumulating in his mind was deeply unsettling.
Angela Yu proposed another straightforward idea. "We... could investigate the people around her?"
Hunter He's face darkened with disappointment. He raised his glass and took a sip of brandy.
Luo Shu dismissed the suggestion. "That's police work. It's time-consuming and exhausting, and we probably won't get any useful information for at least a week or two."
Since the system provided a 24-hour time limit, there had to be a more efficient solution.
Angela seemed to understand as well. The three of them appeared to be at an impasse.
Hunter He finished his drink, just as he was about to pour another. Casually, he remarked, "You have 23 hours remaining."
The three of them froze, realizing that a whole hour had flown by so quickly!
Frank Zhang panicked. "What do we do? We can't waste any more time! We've got to consider time for basic necessities too! And we'll get tired! We'll need rest! Harbor Island traffic is no joke either! We really don't have much usable time!"
Luo Shu and Angela both knew they couldn't delay any longer.
Without any leads, they had to head out and try their luck elsewhere.
Where to?
Simultaneously, they asked, "Where's the body?"
They exchanged surprised glances.
Luo Shu said, "I'm a medical professional, and I love autopsies. I might discover something."
Angela added, "I have an item for the supernatural… but it requires me to be near the body."
Each accepted the other's reasoning.
"Very well."
Hunter He nodded toward Frederick Chen. "Take them to the hospital."
He then addressed the three of them, "From this moment on, you're free to go. I'll give each of you a phone, a permit, and a gun. If any police obstruct you, show the permit, and they'll cooperate… as long as you don't do anything foolish. Crack the case, and I'll truly let you go—and clear your debts entirely."
The bodyguard handed over the guns, phones, and… Hunter He's gilded business card.
Luo Shu examined it, front and back. Just an ordinary business card, with Hunter He's name and his company's landline. Nothing else.
This simple card would serve as their permit—a powerful display of authority.
With his gun secured, Luo Shu raised his hand. "Could I also get a knife?"
His only useful skill was his sister-killing sword technique, but it required an actual sword, with a sheath. A scalpel wouldn't cut it.
Hunter He asked, "What kind of knife? A machete? A short blade? A dagger?"
Luo Shu thought for a moment. "As long as it has a sheath. I'll leave it to your judgment."
Hunter He instructed, "Bring the sharpened decorative longsword from the second-floor lounge."
A bodyguard left and returned shortly with a nearly straight, black-and-gold longsword.
Clearly, this old man had a taste for black and gold.
Luo Shu accepted the blade.
[Name: Modern Alloy Tang Sword]
[Type: Weapon]
[Quality: Rare]
[Function: To slice]
[Portable from this world: Yes]
[Note: If anyone dares call this a 'fake samurai sword,' cut them down and let the ancestors settle whether it's the grandfather resembling the grandson or the other way around.]
Not bad, not bad.
Luo Shu was thrilled. It didn't have any special powers, but at least it was rare quality and portable out of the game.
The others looked on, slightly envious.
So, weapons could be requested from NPCs after all…
Frank tried his luck, "Uh, I'd like one too…"
Hunter He waved dismissively. "Go quickly. I'm going to sleep. I expect good news from you."
With that, he clasped his hands behind his back and left the room.
Frank was disheartened.
"Let's go to the hospital and see the body!" Luo Shu adjusted his mood, feeling cheered up. The sword came with a strap, so he slung it over his shoulder.
"Alright."
Frederick Chen took the lead. "Follow me."
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