Chapter 1: Lulin of China

Lulin of China

"Uncle Wang, the usual, please."

A 17-year-old youth skillfully found a chair, sat down, and waved at the middle-aged man busy inside the shop. It was obvious that the middle-aged man was that Uncle Wang.

"Little Lin, you're leaving today, aren't you? Uncle can't give you much. Take this with you." After handing his current task over to the woman beside him, the busy middle-aged man laughed, rushed out holding a box of dumplings, and shoved it into Lulin's hands.

Lulin was stunned for a moment, looking at the lunch box shoved into his hands. "Uncle Wang, I..."

"Hey, why be so polite! We're old friends. And remember to come back and visit Uncle Wang when you have time." The middle-aged man laughed heartily. He patted Lulin's shoulder with his starch-covered hands, the wrinkles on his face bunching up from his laughter.

This warm feeling is truly comfortable. Since coming to this world, he had never seen his parents; he had always been in contact with Aunt Qianying, but it was limited to her transferring money.

"Then thank you, Uncle Wang..."

He had transmigrated, coming here from another world. The original owner's name was Heiyu Lin, who had died 17 years ago. He had taken over this body and become Heiyu Lin.

From the time he had memories, he had lived in China. The memories of his previous life were already somewhat blurry, remembering only his name and some vague events.

In his previous life, he was a senior at a Chinese university and a popular figure on campus. He had participated in many magic performances and was called the Magic Emperor by people at school. He just didn't know how he had returned to China in 1990. At that time, he had been abandoned by his parents in the wilderness, and it was fortunate that the kind Uncle Wang had discovered him. Otherwise, he would have died.

That year, he was still an infant in swaddling clothes. When he was seven, an aunt who claimed to be a friend of his late parents, Qianying, asked if he wanted to go to Italy with her. He didn't go; he stayed in the land of the flowers, wanting to be a rabbit. After he told Aunt Qianying his thoughts, she agreed. It was just that later, she would transfer 500,000 Japanese yen every month, and he had kept it until now. He rarely used it. Uncle Wang also said that when he found him, his body was already cold and his breathing was almost inaudible.

A transparent blue screen appeared before Heiyu Lin's eyes, and Heiyu Lin rested his chin on his hand, looking at the blue screen.

Host: Heiyu Lin (Lulin)

Abilities: Magic (Master), Chinese Kung Fu (Master), Prop Usage (Proficient), English (Proficient), Japanese (Proficient), Harmonica (Proficient), Cooking (Proficient), Programming (Proficient), Investigation and Counter-Investigation (Proficient), Skiing (Skilled), Soccer (Novice), Gaming (Novice)...

Props: Hypnosis Gas (Disposable), Incendio (Disposable), White Gloves (Disposable), Phantom Thief Black Crow Costume (Permanent, a gift left by his father), Chocolate Cookie (Disposable, super delicious, specifically for luring children), Wooden Harmonica (Permanent, the flight of sound)

Special Abilities: Natural Magic (Novice), Deduction (Proficient), Empty-Handed Blade Catch (Master)

These were things he had since coming to this world; simply put, the standard system for a transmigrator. But it had never said a word, nor did it have consciousness. Only after completing tasks could he have a chance to draw skills or tools. There was no punishment for failure either.

Lin scratched his head, feeling somewhat annoyed. Since he came to this world, Natural Magic had appeared as if out of thin air. It appeared just last year. Simply put, he could use the power of nature's gifts: water, fire, wind, ice, lightning, plants, and the like.

Lin subconsciously glanced at the time of the flight to Japan. He put the black hat he was holding onto his head, slightly shielding his eyes with the brim, and sped up as he hurried forward, sighing in his heart, "It's clearly only 1997, how is the technology so advanced? It's really hot today too!"

Just as he was thinking this, four people in their twenties or thirties bumped into him, and one woman in her thirties shouted at Lin, "Don't you have eyes? Can't you see us?"

(Japanese)

The shrill voice made Lin's ears ache, and he covered his ears. He said unhappily, "Please, you were the ones walking against the flow! (Japanese)"

The woman frowned, just about to properly scold this blind youth. Another young girl in her twenties spoke up weakly, "Alright, Sister Hui, we need to board the plane (Japanese)."

The woman called Hui glared fiercely at Lin, turned around, and led the others away.

Why was he so sleepy as soon as he got on the plane? Lin let out a deep yawn. He rubbed his eyes and looked out the window. This motherland he once loved deeply was becoming smaller and smaller. He would come back to work after graduating from university, but he never imagined that it would be decades before he returned.

"Gurgle~" Lin instantly snapped back from his half-awake state. He suddenly discovered something different; the empty seat next to him on the plane was now occupied by the woman named Hui. Hui seemed to have heard the sound of Lin's stomach, turned her head, and looked at him with an expression of disgust. Lin touched his head in embarrassment and gave an awkward laugh to make himself look less awkward. The woman had no intention of paying any attention to him and took a small mirror out of her bag to check her face.

"This person... is really arrogant," Lin muttered to himself in his heart. He took water out of his bag and drank a mouthful silently, but he didn't expect the plane to suddenly descend, spilling water all over Heiyu Lin and Hui. "Damn it, you blind person." The muscles on Hui's face couldn't help but tremble.

"I'm sorry (Japanese)," Lin said, looking at Miss Hui, whose expression was gradually darkening. He took paper out of his backpack and handed it over.

Hui raised her hand and slapped the paper onto the floor, grabbed the armrest, and stood up, saying, "How can one run into all sorts of people."

Just as Hui took a candy out of her pocket and put it in her mouth, the next second her face turned blue, and she clutched her throat with both hands. She fell straight down.

Lin's pupils shrank violently, "Hey! Yamada Hui, what's wrong with you?" The man who had been following Yamada Hui ran over, hugged Yamada Hui, and tried to lift her up.

"Hey, don't move!" Heiyu Lin roared suddenly. The man was startled, and Yamada Hui slipped from his arms and fell back to the floor.

Heiyu Lin crouched down and reached out to Yamada Hui's nose, "She's already dead." Heiyu Lin's expression darkened, and he said slowly. The surroundings were silent for five seconds, "Call the police, hurry and call the police!"

"This person's name is Yamada Hui, 37 years old this year, and she is a moderately famous model. The three people traveling with her are Kawasaki Nako, Tian Tai Liang, and Dazhi Yilang. They are her classmate, manager, and boyfriend, respectively."

A policeman wearing brown clothes said to another chubby policeman.

The chubby policeman's expression darkened slightly, and he asked thoughtfully, "Are they the only three suspects?"

"Ah, no! They said there was also a youth wearing a hat."

The brown-clothed policeman replied immediately.