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Chapter 245

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“What? The killer? Where? Donny, notify the station to take action immediately!” Bennett sat up straight, ready

to rush out

Quinlyn switched the call to video, letting him see for himself.

On screen, two bodyguards were holding a man in a filthy room.

“They found a black trench coat, dress pants, and size 45 shoes that were way too big-all soaked. The soles were

muddy, matching the volcanic black mud from the villa’s flowerbed. Blood was also present; lab tests will

confirm it*

Bennett watched as evidence was pulled from the trash, even blood tests were done. “Wow, are bodyguards this

professional now?”

“Now we should send him to Bennett at the station,” a bodyguard said, indicating they had him covered.

“Oh, thanks,” Bennett hung up, dazed, and was ushered back to finish his noodles.

The noodles were bland and overcooked. Just as he wanted schili sauce, he felt something was off.

“We've been searching for this case forever, and you found the solution this easily. How did you do that? | can’t

even write my report now.”

Quinlyn talked about the website while eating her noodles.

Bennett frowned. “There’s an organization forming. If they just wanted attention, that’s one thing. If they truly

view Zane as a belief, that’s another issue.”

The law's greatest challenge is faith; otherwise, how could Buddhism and Daoism last for centuries?

After finishing their noodles, they decided to hurry back to the station to investigate thoroughly.

Zane still needed to be questioned.

“Thanks, Quinlyn. I've handled cases for years, but when it comes to Zane, I'm still a little rattled.”

After seeing the police officers off at the door, Cher finally sighed in relief and smiled wryly. “This is what

‘worried’ looks like.”

‘But you looked happy,” Quinlyn thought. She remembered how Cher, while serving noodles, fed Zane at the

floor-to-ceiling window.

Cher, who said she was hungry, ended up giving everything to him. This caring and protective gesture made

Quinlyn feel the warmth of home.

As Quinlyn headed upstairs to sleep, she paused at the art studoor, pointing at the painting on the floor titled

“Angels and Demons.” “Cher, the angel you painted is Zane, and the demon is yourself, right?”

Cher’s footsteps halted as she gazed at the painting.

It was in the entrance; she saw it daily but only picked it up when the child was coming over a few days ago.

“Yep, you're right.” Cher nodded, smirking slightly. “I graduated and beca judge early; my family paved the

way for my career in Jelasica, making life smooth.”

“My mentor always said that only someone with a pure heart, who hasn't suffered, can wield a gavel fairly—

strictly adhering to laws and rules. At first, | disagreed.”

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“Then | met Zane, who killed 14 people, No matter what, he deserved the death penalty; | thought | wouldn't

hesitate.”

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“But when | received those letters, the morning the lawyer clearly indicated he would accept his sentence, | first

realized that tearing off this legal robe, | was the real demon.”

“Even out of guilt, after the verdict, | went to see him to inform him he could appeal. Those pieces of evidence

could get him public sympathy, more chances for a reduced sentence, but he wouldn't have it.”

Not willing. Those words weigh heavily on a life-sentenced prisoner; she couldn't even imagine.

“Luckily, he fought for himself.”

Quinlyn looked at the painting and then at her. “Does being a demon judge not bother you?” ‘It’s supposed to be

a sacred profession, yet stained,’ she thoughts

At this, Cher chuckled, bending down to meet her gaze. “Justice isn’t in the clothes | wear; it’s in my heart.”

“The law isn’t perfect; it can’t cover all human flaws or guarantee justice. My gavel shouldn't just follow rigid

rules but should also correct and supervise.”

“Quinlyn, the gray line between angels and demons is something you have to learn to navigate yourself.

Understand that doing evil isn’t always true evil, and doing good isn’t always pure good.”

At that moment, Quinlyn felt the wisdom of adults, a culmination of experiences beyond any textbook

knowledge.

She gently nodded and entered the stuthe next morning to create a painting.

When Stanley arrived to pick her up, she was at a loss, staring at the wet paint with no direction.

“Someone died downstairs, and you're still in the mood to paint? You're something else,” he said, entering and

mentioning Cher went to the station to wait for her husband. Then he looked at the sunlight shining on the

canvas. “Who is this? She looks stunning.”

It was someone he hadn't seen before.

“This is Xena,” Quinlyn wiped her hands clean and admired the painting with him. “I want to bring her home.”

Stanley fell silent, thinking about Xena. He had heard a lot about her, the hunter on Rainbow Island who tricked

kids and was dealt with personally by Quinlyn. She could be considered the source of all that disaster and had

wounded Quinlyn’s heart.

After Quinlyn cback, no one dared to mention it, and they hadn’t seen any reaction from her. They thought

she had forgotten, but it wasn’t forgetting; she was scared to touch the wound.

“Do you blyourself for not saving her?” Stanley asked hesitantly.

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At least in spring, the villa’s flowers were beautiful. Besides stargazing and the ocean, she could enjoy the

blooms.

At 10 AM, the villa was reopened, confirming the capture of the killer. This murder case was closed.

Just as Stanley was putting the dried painting in the car to take Quinlyn back, he received a call from Bennett.

They rerouted to the police station.

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But this time, Bennett swore, “We just want to share the truth. Quinlyn is the main contributor; she’s not doing

anything else.”

“Pfft.” Stanley scoffed, but he still tagged along with Quinlyn to the interrogation room.

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“I'm the chosen one, the successor of the divine. My looks, career, and experiences mirror his exactly. Why can

he be a hero and not me?”

“That person | killed? He was abusive, a violent parent. He stopped his vicious ways, so why can’t | inherit what

he left behind?”

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