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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 some chili 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? I 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.”

seeing the police officers off at the door, Cher finally sighed in relief and smiled wryly. “This is what ‘worried‘ looks like.”

remembered how Cher,

hungry, ended up giving everything to him. This caring and protective gesture made Quinlyn feel the

paused at the art studio door, pointing at the painting on the floor titled “Angels

halted as she gazed at

in the entrance; she saw it daily but only picked it up

right.” Cher nodded, smirking slightly. “I graduated and became a judge early; my family paved the way for my

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

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people, No matter what, he deserved the death penalty; I thought I wouldn’t

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when I received those letters, the morning the lawyer clearly indicated he would accept his sentence, I first realized that tearing off

went to see him to inform him he could appeal. Those pieces of evidence could get him public sympathy, more

willing. Those words weigh heavily on a life–sentenced prisoner; she couldn’t even imagine.

fought

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

to meet her gaze. “Justice isn’t

cover all human flaws or guarantee justice. My gavel shouldn’t just follow

yourself. Understand that doing evil isn’t always

moment, Quinlyn felt the wisdom of adults, a culmination of experiences beyond

nodded and entered the studio the next morning to create

Stanley arrived to pick her up, she was at a loss, staring at the

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

was someone he hadn’t seen

hands clean and admired the painting with

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

they hadn’t seen any reaction from her. They thought she had forgotten, but it wasn’t forgetting; she was scared to