Life Game In Other World

"Do you want to come up?" Reid said softly.

He Ao glanced at the large box in his hand.

"You can put it on the luggage rack, we’ll drive in first," Reid said quickly.

"Alright," He Ao nodded, glancing at the luggage rack of the SUV, raising his hand, leaving a trace of Divine Sense on the box, and placing the large box on it.

Two metal latches naturally popped up from the luggage rack, locking the box in place.

He Ao opened the door from the other side, sat in the passenger seat, and closed the door, "What information did you get?"

Reid started the vehicle, driving towards the inner street, "Things are looking a bit bad."

Chen, sitting in the back, handed over a tablet, "We got the information on the victims from the Future Building tragedy back in the day, and we compared it with the victims’ families from the orphanage fire."

He Ao took the tablet, opened the data inside, and was slightly stunned, "The children who died in the orphanage fire, most of them were the children of the victims from the Future Building collapse back then?"

"Actually, besides the children," the man with a moustache in the driver’s seat said hoarsely, "from the data we collected during the investigation, the parents of all the victims died of ’illness’ due to various factors in the following three years."

His tone was low, suppressing a certain kind of anger.

"Your guess is correct, someone is deliberately ’murdering’ all the direct relatives of the victims," Reid said slowly, turning the steering wheel, "and gathering their children in the same orphanage."

"Then, they set it on fire," Chen in the back bent forward, taking a deep breath.

"This is not good news," He Ao said, his face as calm as water, flipping through the records on the tablet, a photo of an elderly couple with smiling faces appeared in his field of view.

These were Loren’s grandparents.

"Didn’t the City Police Bureau have more information when these things happened back then?" he raised his head, looking at the man with a moustache in the back.

This time, the man with a moustache did not provoke or speak and fell into a brief silence.

"In recent decades, the Xiluo City government has been cutting the City Police Bureau’s budget," Chen, wearing a Federal Bureau of Investigation badge, said softly, "but Xiluo City’s crime rate has remained high, and many tasks have been handed over to bounty hunters to handle,"

He glanced at the tablet in He Ao’s hand, "Moreover, all these elderly people indeed ’died of illness’ at that time, with hospital certifications, and many even have detailed treatment processes."

"It’s an Abnormal," Reid said softly while driving, "some kind of Extraordinary Item that can spread diseases selectively."

He Ao retracted his gaze, continuing to flip through the information, "Was the Future Building collapse back then also the work of this Abnormal Sect?"

Loren’s parents, Sui’s parents, died in the Future Building collapse.

"We can’t be certain," Reid said hoarsely, "it’s been nine years, and it’s still an unsolved case."

"Did you send our investigation results to Wilen?" He Ao immediately asked.

"Not yet," Reid shook his head, "I usually share intelligence only after I have certain investigation results."

"Isn’t your Abnormal Association’s headquarters in Wilen?" He Ao asked directly during his thoughts.

Wilen is the largest city among the Twenty-six Cities in the Northeastern Federation and naturally serves as a ’regional hub capital’ in such a closed environment.

The regional head of the Federal Bureau of Investigation in the northeast is also in Wilen.

"In Wilen," Reid didn’t beat around the bush, "but I don’t like reporting everything up."

He stopped the vehicle, looked out the window, "We’ve arrived, the map indicates it’s here."

So, not entirely trusting the ’colleagues’ in ’Wilen’?

He Ao also raised his head, looking at the surrounding streets, "It’s here."

After six years, there’s hardly any change here.

He pushed open the car door.

At this moment, Reid in the driver’s seat asked, "Do you want to stash your new weapon in the car?"

He Ao glanced back at him, shrugged, "Of course."

The four got out of the car, He Ao took down the box, Reid folded down the right rear and passenger seats, opened the trunk, allowing He Ao to barely stuff the box in, while he himself helped align the box from the passenger seat.

The man with a moustache lit a cigarette and smoked on the side, Chen stood next to He Ao, watching him stuff the box, with a smile he asked, "What’s inside?"

"Dangerous Extraordinary Items," He Ao shrugged, "Opening the lid could send several unaware ordinary people to Heaven."

"Then I guess I understand why Reid is so cautious," Chen laughed, taking out a metal cigarette case, opening it, and extending it to He Ao, "The streets around here aren’t particularly safe, there’s no shortage of daring kids wanting to steal something."

"I don’t smoke," He Ao shook his head, smiling, "I’m still in high school."

"Weren’t you wandering the streets before?" Chen was a bit curious, "Street kids are willing to try anything." 𝓯𝙧𝓮𝓮𝒘𝓮𝙗𝙣𝒐𝒗𝒆𝓵.𝓬𝓸𝒎

"I tried it for a while," He Ao didn’t hide it, raising his hand, closing the trunk, "After being taken in by a coach, I got beaten up a few times, so I quit."

"Doesn’t your coach smoke?" Chen laughed.

"He smokes heavily himself," He Ao shrugged.

"Your coach is a good person," Chen sighed.

"It’s just that his methods of education are quite rough," He Ao sighed lightly, walking from the rear of the car towards the sidewalk.

Chen glanced at the cigarette case, ultimately did not take out a cigarette, but closed the case, and followed He Ao towards the sidewalk.

Bang—

Reid in front also closed the car door, locking it, and walked over.

The man with a moustache, having looked over the edge of the street, stubbed out his cigarette and walked over as if nothing had happened inside the car earlier, looking at the group, pointing to the right, said, "The orphanage address is 172, we are next to 169 and 170, it should be 172 if we walk over."

"It’s indeed here, let’s move forward," He Ao responded.

Although Loren only stayed here for three months, the memory is exceptionally vivid.

The man with a moustache glanced at He Ao, not saying anything more.

Lorinse Street has no connection to the word ’prosperity,’ with few pedestrians along the way, exuding a desolate atmosphere.

The four of them followed the street and soon arrived at No. 171.

No. 171 is a small convenience store.

This small convenience store was here six years ago, and next to it was a bakery.

These two buildings haven’t changed in six years, exactly as Loren remembered.

But the convenience store is No. 171, the bakery is No. 173.

The two shops are adjacent, sharing a wall.

Theoretically, No. 172 should be between them, but it has already disappeared.