Chapter 96

95 Unexpected Discovery

“List of Abnormal Deaths and Disappearances?”

After reading the title on the register, the female police officer said in surprise:

“Aren’t all these names from the Rayne family? If you’re looking for evidence of their crimes, checking this won’t help much, right?”

Indeed, if you’re seeking criminal evidence, this list holds little value—but for tracking anomalies, it becomes highly effective.

Especially for an anomaly like Lamb’s Heart, which originates from a demon, if its bearer cannot control it, it almost inevitably causes numerous abnormal deaths.

And if many people who died or vanished are connected to one person, that person’s likelihood of possessing or using Lamb’s Heart rises exponentially… but there’s no need to explain this to her.

…

“Don’t worry, it’s useful.”

To ensure this hard-to-come-by tool did her job properly and didn’t just go through the motions, Leon flipped through the family genealogy without looking up, offering a vague reply:

“The genealogies stored here aren’t the originals—they’re copies made available to the public, so the content has certainly been sanitized. The most sensitive details were likely removed—but…”

“But events can be erased; who lived and who died? Those are usually recorded truthfully! So in these semi-public genealogies, these most basic records are the most reliable!”

Instantly grasping Leon’s meaning, the female officer’s eyes brightened, and a hint of quiet admiration crept into her gaze.

This bastard… this guy thinks fast!

Not only can he instantly judge information reliability, he’s got terrifyingly accurate interrogation skills, and even shoots with incredible precision—no wonder he made it into the Police Force’s “Hidden Division.” He’s truly a rare talent!

After being startled by Leon’s display, the female officer now saw him as if haloed by the aura of a “master.” Even his furrowed brow while flipping through the “fake” genealogy seemed to radiate wisdom.

“…“

This guy’s impulsive, but turns out he’s surprisingly easy to please… hmm… though his gaze is a bit unsettling…

Uncomfortable under her stare, Leon instinctively shifted his seat away from her, still flipping through the genealogy as he nodded firmly:

“Yes, that’s exactly what I mean!”

“Plus, the Rayne family is a large clan with weak internal bonds—they even turn on each other. Those who habitually use underhanded tactics rarely limit themselves to outsiders; they likely strike within the family too, so…”

“So prioritize finding those connected to many dead or missing people!”

Once again understanding Leon’s logic, the female officer slapped her thigh hard, whispering in awe:

“Connected to one death? Coincidence. Connected to many? Almost certainly the mastermind.”

“And if they’re this ruthless within the family, they’ll be even more ruthless outside. Compared to those who rarely use tactics, investigating these people gives us a better chance of finding evidence!”

Damn it! Why didn’t I think of that! You’re really… uh…

“…“

Wait… how did you go from “Black Leon” to “Leon the Idol” all of a sudden?

Leon’s back prickled under her burning gaze—he’d never imagined being admired could feel this uncomfortable.

Please, can you just act normal?

I’m not being polite—I genuinely feel uneasy… honestly, your earlier look of disgust when you looked at me was far more comfortable than this weird stare.

“I’ll start checking right away!”

Unaware she’d been disliked, the female officer, having found meaning in her task, immediately rose, summoned a servant for paper and ink, then took the death register and the genealogy with key records, and plunged energetically into the endless “Rayne Hell.”

Seeing her finally quiet down—no more staring, no more questions—Leon exhaled in relief and turned to his own search for suspicious files.

Once the two servants left, the genealogy room on the first floor of the small house was filled only with the rustling of turning pages.

With one seeking Rayne family crimes and the other hunting for lost Lamb’s Heart, both searched with meticulous care, spending half the day in silence.

By the time the sun began to set, Leon’s paper held nearly thirty names; though fewer, the female officer had already compiled eight or nine.

…

Hmm… you know what? Using her was actually the right call…

Closing the genealogy, Leon stretched his stiff neck and glanced at the female officer’s paper—then, pleasantly surprised, noticed that nearly five or six names on her “mastermind list” matched those on his own “newly rich” list.

People with no prior prominence who suddenly rose to wealth, yet linked to multiple Rayne family deaths… unless the Lamb’s Heart bearer is some laid-back youth, he’s almost certainly among these five or six.

To be safe, the range could be slightly expanded—just in case the bearer holds high status or lacks greed for wealth—but it should still stay within eight or nine people. He was now close to finding Lamb’s Heart.

Hmm… the Director really is the Director. Though the excuse of “coming to claim kinship” sounded absurd, it was shockingly effective for investigating anomalies—only a few hours in, and they already had leads.

If I’d followed Black Goat’s advice and sneaked into the Rayne mansion at night, room by room, waking anyone who smelled of Lamb’s Heart for interrogation, I wouldn’t even know if I was safe—and efficiency wouldn’t compare to this at all!

He mentally warned himself to learn from the Director and Senior Emma: always think, always analyze—never become a reckless fool like Black Goat.

Seeing the female officer suddenly frown, as if stuck on something, Leon didn’t disturb her—instead, he rose, summoned a servant, and brought back two meals, placing one beside her.

“Stop reading. Take a break.”

“Huh? Oh! Okay!”

She took the guest meal, scooped up a spoonful of soup, gulped it down without tasting it, clenched her fists tightly, then looked up at Leon, who was eating across the table—her face filled with unspoken words.

“Hmm?”

Noticing her gaze, Leon frowned, set down his spoonful of mashed potatoes, and asked, puzzled:

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

I’m not really… it’s just you…

Unconsciously, she licked her dry lips, then began unconsciously biting her lower lip with her white teeth.

“Leon, I have to ask you…”

Looking at the man across from her, utterly bewildered, the female officer clenched her fists, curled her toes inside her shoes, and ventured cautiously:

“What if… I mean, just hypothetically… if you were truly a Rayne family member, what would you do?”

“…“

“Huh???!!!!!!”