Unusual Fate Records

Chapter 29.003. Spirit

The morning sunlight was a bit dazzling, and Fujiwara Chizuru waved.

"Hmm..." Her head ached a little, but there was something else she couldn't quite put her finger on.

Why did you go to bed so late tonight?

She turned on her phone; the alarm had been ringing intermittently for two hours.

"Thank goodness it's Saturday, otherwise I would have been late for work again."

She straightened the blankets, tidied her appearance, and then left the bedroom.

Soon, she realized something was wrong.

My body is aching slightly, but I can't recall when I was injured.

Fujiwara composed himself and began to inspect his residence.

A note was found in the living room—

"Ms. Fujiwara, please come here if you're awake."

The address is a coffee shop.

She had never seen the handwriting before, and there were no signs of disturbance in the house. She checked as quickly as possible and found nothing unusual, but something was amiss.

The Maserati's fuel level is low.

There are other small details like tire tracks and dust on the car, indicating that the car has been moved around recently.

She glanced at her watch and ultimately decided to keep the appointment.

……

The café was bustling with people on the weekend. The waiter led Fujiwara Chizuru into the reserved private room.

"Hello."

Inside the private room was a young urban woman.

She was dressed casually in a black and white color-blocked off-shoulder dress, with her long hair flowing down her shoulders, and was stirring her macchiato.

"Nice to meet you, Ms. Fujiwara. You may call me Rei."

Ling rested her chin on her hand, put away her bored expression, and pointed to the spot in front of her.

"Please sit down. The note is mine."

"Excuse me," Fujiwara Chizuru said slowly, adjusting her glasses and staring at the other person. "You're not human, are you?"

"Hmm, as expected of Inspector Fujiwara, this saves some trouble."

Ling said with a grin, "What would you like to drink?"

"no need."

Fujiwara Chizuru's expression was cold as she said, "Please speak plainly."

"Don't rush me. Let me introduce myself first. I am the leader of the Special Criminal Investigation Unit. On behalf of the Special Criminal Investigation Unit, I would like to invite Ms. Fujiwara to join us."

"I'm sorry to have to obey."

Fujiwara Chizuru said coldly, "I have my own career, and besides, I've never heard of this department before."

“That’s understandable,” Ling said. “We are an organization that specializes in dealing with White Walker-related disputes and non-natural events. Although the Metropolitan Police Department and we are both in the same law and order, we deal with completely different things.”

She stared at Fujiwara Chizuru and said, "Miss Fujiwara should have looked into your bureau's White Walker cases; they were all transferred to us."

"What about Araki and the others? Didn't the Burning Mountain Hall take over?"

Fujiwara Chizuru persisted.

"Ranshantang is a grassroots organization that operates in the public eye. It only asks for help from higher authorities when a problem becomes difficult. I came to provide assistance on their behalf, but I was too late."

The policewoman frowned and asked, "What happened to Ranshan Hall?"

Ling looked at her and said, "Most of the key officers, including Araki, were killed in action last night."

Fujiwara Chizuru's expression turned serious.

"I have not received any messages."

"I've sealed it off, and even the Ranshan Hall is severely weakened. There's no point in informing the regular security forces; it would only increase panic."

Ling took a small sip of her milk coffee, her expression sharp and piercing.

"Araki is dead?"

Fujiwara looked surprised.

"Yes, inside the icehouse, their bodies were frozen solid, and they were smashed beyond recognition by large chunks of ice."

Are there any leads on the killer?

"Have."

Ling twirled the small silver spoon between her fingers, recalled for a moment, and said:

"The murderer was skilled in swordsmanship, but it didn't resemble a Japanese sword; his moves had some characteristics of a Miao sword. Some chemical reagents, liquid gallium, and some flammable and explosive substances were also found at the scene."

"Gallium?" Chizuru Fujiwara frowned. "Isn't this metal only liquid at temperatures above 30 degrees Celsius? The low-temperature environment of a freezer wouldn't be suitable for it, would it?"

“As expected of Ms. Fujiwara.” Rei glanced at her and continued, “The murderer used explosives to launch the weapon, which melted into liquid gallium with the instantaneous high heat, and then used the gallium to destroy the meteor hammer made of refined iron.”

"According to witnesses, the killer was invulnerable to knives and bullets, and his body was as thin as sand. Apart from Araki, it was difficult for anyone else to hurt him."

"Only one person?" Fujiwara frowned.

"Exactly."

Ling's silver spoon gently touched the cup, making a tinkling sound.

"No matter who the murderer is, his actions have severely disrupted the carefully maintained order."

"order?"

"Yes, this is how the White Walkers and humans in District 16 are coexisting at this stage."

Ling's eyes were bright and piercing, her hands resting on her nose, and the face of Fujiwara Chizuru appeared in her pupils.

"As you can see, at this stage, most people live in their comfort zones, while the White Walkers have infiltrated human society and are maintaining a delicate balance."

"The common people will not know of the existence of the White Walkers. They may never know in their lives that the people they live with day and night are another race."

"The Others, on the other hand, have a strict order established at the top, which strictly restrains those below, prohibiting indiscriminate killing and wanton exposure, and maintaining restraint."

"This is why the human leadership is willing to keep the peace at this stage. If the two races really go to war, the number of White Walkers may not be superior in a bloody battle, but human society will probably suffer incalculable costs as a result."

Fujiwara Chizuru pondered for a moment, then pressed on, "Which side is in control now?"

Ling shifted into a more comfortable position, leaning back against the sofa, and said lazily, "Obviously."

The policewoman remained silent.

"That's how it is in terms of force."

Ling sat back down, holding her coffee.

“Miss Fujiwara is a smart woman. Our common enemy is those thugs who have disrupted the existing order, whether they are White Walkers or powerful human individuals. It would be too narrow-minded to define justice and order at this stage simply by racial concepts.”

"Therefore, I sincerely invite Ms. Fujiwara to join our special criminal investigation team. What do you say?"

Ling rested her elbow on the table, her hair tucked behind her ear, and smiled from one side.

"Don't worry, as long as you're willing, there won't be any problems with the resignation procedures, and the special criminal investigation team will always give you the green light."

Fujiwara Chizuru sat upright with a solemn expression.

"Well, I also think you're the traditional type of woman. Let's meet at a tea house next time."

Ling finished the last sip of her coffee, gave Fujiwara Chizuru a look, and said, "No need to rush to reply, we still have time."

"Wait a moment."

Fujiwara called out to Rei, who had already reached the door of the private room, and stopped leisurely.

"You said."

Fujiwara Chizuru could only see Rei's back; her long hair had an eye-catching smoothness.

She asked, "Have you erased my memory? Was I present last night?"

Ling remained silent for a moment, then slowly withdrew her fingertips from the doorknob.

Suddenly, he turned around with a grin, a harmless smile on his face, and said:

"Yes."

I didn't bring the cat with me when I went out today.

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(End of this chapter)