American homeless people, surviving in the city

Chapter 152 The Lopez Family

Lynch had only casually brought up the topic. But when Sylvia heard Lynch's question, her voice rose slightly with interest: "Huh? You didn't know? I thought you always knew what my family does."

"How would I know?" Lynch asked, somewhat puzzled.

"I told you! I mentioned my surname."

"Oh, um... indeed, I seem to recall, your last name is Lopez... but, what does this surname have to do with your family?"

"What a question... Didn't you ever think of searching my last name online before?" Sylvia's voice was tinged with surprise.

Lin Qi was also surprised by her expression of surprise: "Shouldn't I be the one saying that? Shouldn't people go online to search for your surname just because they hear it? I think you're a bit narcissistic."

"Hello!"

Sylvia's voice was a little sulky, but she quickly chuckled to herself, "Well, it seems to be my problem. It's just that almost everyone I've met since I was a child has been able to immediately recognize which family I come from after hearing my last name."

"...It seems I was indeed a bit too arrogant."

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"...Is it really that famous? Maybe I'm just too ignorant." Lin Qi laughed and sighed. "I really don't know much about America."

"Um?

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Sylvia seemed to realize something, but instead of pressing Lynch for answers, she simply introduced herself: "We've been through thick and thin together, so let me introduce myself properly."

Lynch closed his eyes peacefully. As the rain began to patter outside the cave, he heard Sylvia clear her throat, as if trying to soothe her hoarseness. Then, in a rather formal tone, she said, "My name is Sylvia Lopez, I'm 22 years old, currently single, and studying sociology and finance at the University of Washington. As I mentioned before, I've been collecting social experiment data for my thesis, which is why I'm helping OSL distribute relief meals on the street."

"As for my family... well, let me use my father's usual official terminology. Our Lopez family controls the Washington Lopez Group, a highly influential conglomerate across the United States, encompassing real estate, shipping, tourism, and many other industries."

"In Seattle, our family is considered quite influential, but compared to the most famous and influential corporations in America, we are not even that big."

"Well... that's all I can say."

When introducing her family, Sylvia spoke calmly, but Lynch could still sense from her affectedly formal tone that she was quite proud of her family's circumstances.

He couldn't help but exclaim, "Wow... a top billionaire... I never imagined I would be able to talk to someone so rich."

"Hmph, well, you've done it." Sylvia seemed to be laughing.

However, while Lin Qi was indeed amazed by her self-introduction, his attention was more focused on the current situation they were facing: "But even in a family like this, would a cult dare to lay a hand on you? And even cause so much trouble in your home?"

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"Who exactly are they?"

Upon hearing this, Sylvia couldn't help but grimace. She sighed deeply, her voice filled with confusion: "—I don't know, I still can't figure out who they are, or why they're targeting my family."

"I simply cannot imagine how they could have done those things in my house—the broken security cameras, the dogs that died mysteriously at the same time, the figures that no one ever witnessed..."

"I even have a slight suspicion that there might be some kind of...supernatural force helping them out. After all, you just saw it, didn't you? That blood pool in the basement of that wooden house, that eerie statue..."

"Ah...ah..."

As she spoke, she couldn't help but start panting heavily, and it took her a while to calm down.

"...I'm sorry, but I can't help but tremble when I think about that scene. It's so disgusting, so..."

A deep sense of nausea prevented Sylvia from continuing her sentence.

Lin Qi remained silent for a moment, offering no rebuttal. Although he had always been an atheist and did not believe in any supernatural forces or supernatural beings—after all, he had transmigrated once and possessed a system. He simply sighed, "While it was indeed me who warned you to be wary of their tracking, to be honest, even now, I don't know much about them."

"I first heard their story from a senior colleague, and not long after, I happened to notice them because of their distinctive clothing. They often appeared near the food trucks, which is why I reminded you of that."

"Soon, I came to their attention again because of a murder case. They broke into a villa in the Lakeside area, killed the owner, and completely peeled off the skin from his lower body."

"What? The Lakeside area?"

Upon hearing this, Sylvia couldn't help but gasp softly, interrupting Lynch: "I think I know which villa you're talking about—my family also has a villa in the Lakeside area, and I've heard about the recent murder there. That villa is not far from my house!"

"Huh? Is that so?"

Lynch was also taken aback, not expecting that this matter was somehow connected to Sylvia's family.

The two events seemed unrelated, but when combined with what happened afterward, Lynch naturally made a connection.

...Could it be that everything he experienced, from beginning to end, was actually part of Rainbow Body Society's plan against Sylvia's family?

By sheer coincidence, he experienced all of this.

Lynch found it hard to believe, but these connections were still just his guesses for the time being, and he couldn't make any further judgments. He could only sigh.

"...In short, that's how it went before."

"Later, I heard that a large number of people had gone missing on the streets recently, but the police ignored these cases. There were even clues that some police officers might be colluding with cults."

"I felt we couldn't just sit idly by, so I've been investigating this matter with friends recently. I once found another secret room of the cult, found a large number of cult books, and even saw photos of cult members with many people who looked like social elites."

"I thought my investigation had just begun, but I didn't expect that they would notice me after only one day."

"Then, tonight arrived. You know what happened next: we were both in a car accident, but by some twist of fate, I found the wooden hut where the missing people were imprisoned, the pool of blood, and the name in that book."

"Rainbow Body Association".

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