Chapter 95

After glancing at the title on the register, the female police officer exclaimed with a look of surprise: “Isn’t everything recorded here related to the Lane family? If you’re looking for evidence of the Lane family’s crimes, checking this probably won’t be very useful, right?”

Indeed, if you want to find incriminating evidence, looking at this would indeed have little meaning. However, for investigating anomalous items, it becomes highly effective.

Especially anomalous items like sheep hearts with “demonic” origins—when their holders lose control, they almost certainly cause many unnatural deaths.

And if many people who died unnaturally are all connected to one person, the possibility that this person uses or even possesses the sheep heart increases infinitely… But there was no need to explain these details to her.

…

“Relax, it’ll be useful.”

To make this hard-won tool work properly and not slack off, Leon continued flipping through the family genealogy in his hand while not even looking up and casually said, “The genealogy in this room isn’t the original; it’s the transcription that the Lane family makes public for others to review. So, the content has definitely been beautified. The overly sensitive stuff has probably been deleted already. But…”

“But the recorded events can be erased, but things like who’s alive and who’s dead are usually recorded truthfully! Therefore, in these semi-public genealogies, these basic records are actually the most credible!”

Realizing Leon’s meaning instantly, the female police officer couldn’t help but brighten her eyes, and her gaze toward Leon involuntarily carried a hint of admiration.

What a quick-thinking bastard… This guy is really sharp!

Not only can he instantly judge the credibility of information, but he also has an uncannily accurate interrogation technique, and his shooting skills are super precise too—it’s no wonder he could enter the ‘hidden department’ of the Public Security Bureau. This guy truly is a rare talent!

Impressed by Leon’s displayed abilities, the female police officer felt as if Leon was now adorned with a “big shot” halo. Even the slight frown when flipping through the “fake” genealogy seemed to carry a touch of wisdom.

…

This guy may be impulsive, but unexpectedly, he’s quite easy to please… Hmm… Just his gaze is somewhat uncomfortable…

Feeling a bit awkward under the female police officer’s stare, Leon subconsciously moved his butt away from her direction while still holding the genealogy, then nodded affirmatively while continuing to flip through it:

“Yes, exactly what I mean! Plus, the Lane family is a large clan, and the internal relationships aren’t that tight. They might even sabotage each other. And those who habitually use schemes probably don’t just do it externally; they might also play dirty tricks within the family, so…”

“So prioritize finding those who are connected to many deceased or missing persons!”

Understanding Leon’s meaning again, the female police officer couldn’t help but slap her long legs hard, full of admiration as she whispered softly: “A connection to one deceased person might be a coincidence, but being connected to many deceased persons likely means they’re the mastermind behind it all! Moreover, someone who acts so ruthlessly within the family will surely be even more unscrupulous outside. Compared to those who rarely scheme, investigating these people will make it easier to find incriminating evidence!”

“Damn! Why didn’t I think of that! You’re really… um…”

“…”

Wait… How did you suddenly switch from hating me to praising me? Feeling his back go numb under the female police officer’s fiery gaze, Leon discovered for the first time that being looked at with admiration could be so uncomfortable.

Please, can you act normally?

I’m not pretending to be modest; I genuinely feel uneasy… Honestly, compared to your current strange gaze, your past disdainful expressions when you looked at me were actually more comfortable…

“I’ll start checking immediately!”

Unaware that she had been disliked, after finding the “meaning” of this task, the female police officer immediately stood up, asked a waiter for paper and pen, and then enthusiastically dove into the endless “Lane hell” with the death register and important genealogical records.

Seeing her finally settle down, no longer staring at him with that gaze nor asking questions, Leon couldn’t help but sigh in relief and also immersed himself in the investigation of suspicious archives.

These two, each with their own goals—one wanting to find incriminating evidence against the Lane family and the other wanting to find lost sheep parts—were extremely meticulous in their search, spending half a day on it.

By the time the sun began to set, there were already about thirty names written on the paper beside Leon, and although the female police officer had found far fewer names, she already had eight or nine.

…

Hmm… Surprisingly, requisitioning her was a good decision…

Closing the genealogy in his hand, Leon stretched his slightly stiff neck, glanced at the paper beside the female police officer, and couldn’t help but feel pleasantly surprised to discover that about five or six names on her “black hand list” overlapped with the “sudden success” list he had compiled.

Ordinary people who suddenly rise to prominence and are also related to many internal deaths within the Lane family… Unless the person who obtained the sheep heart is some kind of laid-back youth, it’s estimated that they should be among these five or six people.

And to prevent any mistakes, considering that the “sheep heart holder” might already have high status or lack a strong desire for wealth, the scope can be expanded slightly, but it should still be controlled to around seven or eight people. It can be said that he was already close to the sheep heart.

Hmm… The director is indeed worthy of being the director. Although the excuse of recognizing relatives sounds very childish, it’s surprisingly effective for investigating anomalous items. There are already some leads after just a few hours.

If I had followed the Black Goat’s suggestion and sneaked into the Lane family house room by room at midnight, waking and interrogating anyone who smelled of sheep parts, regardless of safety, the efficiency wouldn’t compare to this! Seriously reminding myself to learn from the director and Emma Senior, always think and plan carefully when encountering problems. Don’t become a reckless idiot like the Black Goat.

Without any mistakes, one after another, the content is in 69 Book Bar!

Leon noticed the female police officer suddenly frowning tightly, seemingly stuck on something, and didn’t disturb this hardworking tool but instead stood up, left the genealogy room, and asked the waiter for two servings of food, placing one beside her.

“Stop working for now, take a break.”

“Ah? Oh! Okay!”

Taking the guest meal on the table, grabbing the spoon, and hastily drinking a mouthful of soup, swallowing it tastelessly, the female police officer first clenched her fists tightly, then looked up at Leon eating across the table, her pretty face clearly showing hesitation.

“Hmm?”

Noticing her gaze, Leon couldn’t help but furrow his brow, putting down the mashed potatoes he had just scooped up, and asked curiously,

“What’s wrong? Why are you looking at me like that?”

I haven’t done much… Mainly because of you…

Subconsciously licking her dry lips, the female police officer’s white teeth started unconsciously biting her lower lip.

“Leon, I ask you…”

Looking at the utterly confused man opposite her, the female police officer couldn’t help but clench her fists, curling her toes inside her shoes, cautiously probing: “If… hypothetically speaking… if you were really part of the Lane family, what would you do?”

“…”

“Ah???!?!!”

(The chapter ends here)