The compartment.
Lynn pushed the door open and walked in. Looking at White Night, who sat waiting for him with a grave expression, he glanced around and said:
"Uncle, you found that guy, right? So what exactly happened? Did something go wrong?"
He had spotted the clues in White Night's expression at once.
But there was no doubt.
If something unexpected hadn't happened, White Night would never have called him over alone.
White Night fell silent for a moment, then said, "We did find him. Comparing all the information we have, he should be the culprit who murdered Lady Blood Cloak and her daughter over a hundred years ago, but..."
His brow furrowed deeply.
Finally.
He pushed a file on the table toward Lynn.
"I think you'd better read it yourself..."
Hesitating, Lynn picked up the file, opened it, and took out the documents to read.
And the moment he finished reading them.
For the first time, Lynn felt that the world was so absurd-so absurd that it was like a play no one cared about, making his whole heart yearn to laugh wildly amid waves of chills.
Yes.
Yes!
They really had found that guy!
He really was alive and well!
But what the hell was this supposed to be?!
"You're telling me she waited in Hell for over a hundred years, and when she finally had the chance to exact her revenge, this was what awaited her?"
Lynn covered his face and laughed wildly, but not a sound came out.
He gazed at the documents in his hand with smiling eyes, the grin on his face stretching almost to the back of his neck. But White Night knew that wasn't laughter. It was a bitter, overwhelming mockery of fate.
"How am I supposed to tell her? How do