See the Law of Deception

Chapter 38 [Good Stuff]

The house had been uninhabited for a long time and was covered in a layer of dust.

Lu Jinzhao opened the door and saw the familiar room and furniture. Scenes from the past gradually appeared before her eyes, but these images were fragmented and jumped around quickly, as if they were flashing in a movie, or as if someone was flipping through this memory with her.

The air smelled of dust. Lu Jinzhao raised his hand and waved, first opening the window to let in some fresh air, and then standing at the window to look around the room.

Her relationship with her parents was neither bad nor particularly good.

Her parents were too busy. When she was little, one of them could stay and take care of her, but once she became a little more self-reliant, both of them were busy with work and were not at home for many years.

In her memories of this house, she mostly went to and from school by herself and cooked for herself, even though she was only thirteen or fourteen years old at the time.

The rare moments when the whole family is together are probably her birthday. At that time, no matter how irresponsible her parents are, they will try their best to come back and celebrate her birthday together.

Therefore, Lu Jinzhao, during her adolescence, really looked forward to her birthday.

On her birthday, her parents died in a car accident while rushing back to celebrate with her.

Recalling this, Lu Jinzhao closed his eyes and forcibly severed the connection.

She returned to her room and tried to find some clues, but the things inside were of little use except for evoking memories of her childhood and adolescence.

They are all very ordinary items.

"Huh?" While rummaging through the last few drawers, Lu Jinzhao pulled out a yellowed notebook that looked very old.

When she first saw the notebook cover, she vaguely felt it was familiar, but couldn't remember what it was.

When she opened the notebook and saw its contents, she suddenly realized...
This is her diary from when she was in second or third grade.

Because she only wrote for about six months, she doesn't remember much of it.

Lu Jinzhao tried writing a diary two or three times, but all attempts ended in failure. She is not a person who likes to "record".

Perhaps it's because her memory is good enough that she could recall many things even without writing them down.

But the second or third grade of elementary school is still too far away.

When Lu Jinzhao opened the diary, she had no memory of many of the things recorded in it.

It includes details about what classes were taken that day, what was eaten, and what happened with which classmates.

It's a very childish diary, barely recording anything useful. The only thing that caught Lu Jinzhao's attention was the frequent appearance of:

I'm sick.

She gets sick almost every few days.

"I remember I was often sick when I was a child, but it seems that my health gradually improved as I grew up."

However, her childhood memories were too distant, and she only had the concept of being sick frequently. But now, looking back at her diary, she realized that it was actually happening that often.

I'm sick again, and Mom said I shouldn't have lent my clothes to Xiaolin.

My mom doesn't like Xiaolin and told me I'm not allowed to play with her anymore.

I'm sick, and my parents aren't home. Only my little lamb is keeping me company.

I think I gave my cold to the little lamb. I'm so sorry, little lamb.

My little lamb has been sick for thirteen days, longer than my cold. Mom says I can't give it my medicine; it has its own. When will it get better?

Being sick feels awful. I had a terrible nightmare, but when I woke up, my mom was right next to me. Thank goodness, I'm not so scared anymore.

Mom went out again. I don't like being with Dad; he always ignores me.

Dad's smoking again, it smells awful.

Looking at the lines of childish handwriting, Lu Jinzhao found it hard to recall the emotions he felt when he wrote these words as a child.

After reading through all the diaries, Lu Jinzhao still couldn't glean any crucial clues from the childish words. She put the diaries into her backpack, turned around, and went to her parents' room.

She rarely came to this room, perhaps because of the awkwardness and estrangement she felt with her parents. As she grew up, she became less curious about them and never tried to go into their room to look around curiously.

But she was familiar with the house, after all, she lived alone all year round and always had to clean it.

My parents' room has very few things, and the items are always neatly arranged because it is often unoccupied.

I travel frequently for work, so my parents own very few things at home: a few clothes, some documents, and other miscellaneous items that don't even fill a suitcase.

Lu Jinzhao used to this, but now, looking at the empty bedroom, she couldn't help but frown.

Perhaps because of some strange things she had experienced, she now looks at everything with a degree of vigilance and scrutiny. She always felt that her parents treated this house as if they could leave at any time without leaving much trace or attachment.

"Are you overthinking it?"

Lu Jinzhao shook his head, putting aside the strange thought in his mind.

She skillfully opened the bedside table, which contained all sorts of odds and ends.

Most of the items were useless, but when she opened the bottom drawer, she made a new discovery.

Because she was the one who cleaned most of the rooms, Lu Jinzhao probably knew what was inside.

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"Was this already there?"

She took out a metal box, looking somewhat puzzled.

A square iron box, or rather, a block of iron, not much bigger than the palm of your hand.

Because Lu Jinzhao couldn't find a way to open it, it seemed to be a perfectly formed whole, but the weight was wrong.

If you shake it gently, you can hear something colliding inside.

"I don't think I've seen this before."

During the time her parents passed away, she also tidied up this room carefully.

I do not recall ever having this iron box.

Could it be that someone entered the house after she left and put this in?

Lu Jinchao frowned and subconsciously looked around the room.

Unfortunately, she couldn't see anything unusual.

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Lu Jinzhao was silent for a moment, then took out the sheepskin and asked, "Do you know what this is?"

This statement had a probing tone; she didn't know what was inside the iron box, but if it were just an ordinary object, the sheepskin wouldn't react.

Lu Jinzhao also wondered if her memory had been affected by the sheepskin, causing her to miss something. It was indeed just an ordinary object.

But it's just a test, so it doesn't matter.

Deep down, she hoped the sheepskin wouldn't react in any way. That way, there wouldn't be anything else suspicious in her house, and she wouldn't need to suspect her parents or look for other possibilities.

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The moment after the question was asked, a line of blood-red words appeared on the sheepskin.

【nice one】

Give it to me!

The sheepskin responded in this way.

(End of this chapter)