Crime X Girl

The sun was gradually setting.

In the last afterglow of dusk, Kevin rose from the lawn in his garden.

He took off his sweat-soaked tank top, entered the washroom, habitually drew the curtain, and quickly cleaned himself up.

A week had already passed since he had transmigrated into this body.

Ever since returning from transmigration, his life had inexplicably become peaceful.

This gave him ample time to adjust his mindset and settle into this unfamiliar world.

Eat, sleep, exercise, study—this was more or less an accurate picture of his life over the past few days.

The muscle memory and inherited knowledge in his mind allowed him to study medicine with remarkable ease, making him feel like a genius.

At the same time, he used the computer in his room to further familiarize himself with every aspect of this world.

And the problem he had worried about most had not occurred, because the original owner of this body had been an orphan. Though it was somewhat heartless to think so, he could not help but sigh. This situation was simply too perfect for him.

There was no need to mention exercise. Whether it was this body or that mysterious supernatural Aura, both had completely absorbed him.

Turning on the television and listening to the news, Kevin went into the kitchen and began busying himself.

By the time he had finished preparing and eating dinner, night had already fallen.

Public safety in this city was not particularly good—at least, it was worse than in the country and city where he had once lived.

Once the sky darkened, there were scarcely any pedestrians left on the streets.

"Beep! Beep!"

A car horn sounded from the street outside.

Hearing it, Kevin frowned and walked onto the balcony to look outside.

A van was parked on the street by the entrance. Under the dim streetlights, he could see a man in the driver's seat waving at him.

Clearly, the man knew him.

Kevin's heart sank as a bad feeling welled up within him.

An acquaintance had come looking for him.

In the end, he had still failed to escape this ordeal.

Even a top student who had graduated from a prestigious university would surely have friends and acquaintances if he had been involved in criminal dealings.

To be honest, occupying someone else's body and speaking to these unfamiliar "acquaintances" always made him feel uncomfortable.

He went downstairs and walked to the door.

"Kevin, hurry up and open the garage door. Let me hide inside. Fuck, those cops are right on my tail."

The tall, skinny man looked anxious. When Kevin did not move, he had no choice but to open the door and get out.

"Fine, fine. I'll do it myself."

As he spoke, he ignored Kevin's cold stare, walked in on his own, opened the garage door, and drove the van inside.

Police sirens could still be heard in the distance.

Just my luck. It's one of his accomplices. Kevin thought helplessly. Since the original owner had been involved in some kind of criminal enterprise, it was only natural that he had criminal associates.

The man before him was obviously one of them. The van he had driven here was likely carrying contraband, though Kevin had no idea what exactly it was.

After finishing all that, the tall, skinny man came over to Kevin, lit a cigarette, and made no move to offer him one.

Clearly, he knew Kevin did not smoke. It seemed the two had been quite close.

"When did you get back? If I hadn't seen the lights on in your house, I wouldn't have come here. Good thing you were home.

"Otherwise, I'd have had to spend the night at Wine Barrel's place, and he definitely would've taken some of my goods."

After saying that, he patted Kevin on the arm and turned toward the garage again. "Don't just stand there like an idiot. If those damn cops come over, they'll definitely question us."

Kevin silently followed him.

At that moment, he was considering whether he should move away and completely sever all ties with everyone from the past.

The main reason he had returned here was to see whether staying in a familiar place would awaken more of the original owner's memories.

That had indeed worked, but the original owner's social connections clearly did not suit him. The best solution was to cut all contact and leave.

After all, even if he had not taken over this body, its original owner was already dead.

Starting over somewhere else seemed like the best choice for him.

Otherwise, he would keep ending up in trouble like tonight.

Lost in thought, he followed the other man into the garage. Before long, the police sirens outside drew closer, then gradually faded away.

"Mmph! Mmph!"

The van suddenly began to shake, and muffled sounds came from inside.

The tall, skinny man raised a hand and slapped the side of the van, frowning as he cursed, "Quiet down, or don't blame me for getting rough!"

The words seemed to work. The rear of the van fell silent, but faint sobbing could still be heard.

Kevin's brows drew tightly together.

A living thing? And the worst possible kind of situation.

The tall, skinny man seemed to notice Kevin's deep frown and gave him a fawning smile.

"Hehe, I got hold of a batch of premium goods recently. They'll definitely sell for a great price. Don't look so upset. I understand, I understand."

As he spoke, he wore an utterly lecherous grin, patted Kevin on the shoulder, and stood up.

He walked several steps to the van and pulled open its door.

"Wuuuu!"

"Mmph! Wuuuu!"

Young, mature, youthful, underage...

Six girls of varying ages and different types, large and small, were tied up and sobbing inside the van.

They looked at the tall, skinny man, then at Kevin, their eyes filled with terror.

"How about it? Not bad, right? This is the best batch I've gotten my hands on in years." He spoke with a smug look on his face.

"You're really lucky. I happened to get a top-quality one that fits your taste yesterday, so I'm giving her to you cheap today."

As he spoke, he even put on a deliberately regretful expression. Looking at Kevin, his eyes seemed to say, You've hit the jackpot.

Then he leaned halfway into the cargo compartment and, amid the girls' terrified muffled cries, dragged out a blonde girl with the build of a little child.

The girl wore a red Lolita dress. Her shining blonde hair was styled in twin ponytails, and her small, well-proportioned figure trembled as terror and innocence filled her watery eyes.

The man threw her straight onto the floor and looked at Kevin. "How about it? Totally your type, right? You've made out like a bandit, haven't you? Don't say your brother doesn't look after you. If you don't bring out two bottles of the good stuff to reward me, I'm not letting you have a turn for free just because of this little favor."

He kept talking to himself, completely failing to notice that Kevin's expression was growing increasingly grave and gloomy.

So it was human trafficking.

And they were all such young, beautiful girls. There were even children among them.

This girl, who looked no older than her teens...

Bastard!

The original owner of this body had been a complete and utter beast—far more disgusting than Kevin had imagined.

The last trace of guilt he had felt vanished without a trace.

"What are you doing?!"

Kevin charged forward.