Chapter 662 Qin

"How could they be dead?!"

Lun Heping's adoptive parents were quite good to the orphan who had been adopted by them since he was a child.

It's a pity that in his youthful rebellious period, he is far more interested in the opposite sex than those two nagging old men.

But rebellion is rebellion. After hearing the news that the two elders were killed, Lun still felt very sad.

Especially, why did the murderer become himself!

"Someone must be setting the blame on me."

There was no time to grieve over the death of his adoptive parents. The first thing Lun Heping wanted to think about was how he could escape unscathed.

The Search and Search Department has issued a wanted warrant. If nothing unexpected happens, he will die if he is caught.

Massive free energy has popularized technology, but it has not brought about progress in social systems.

The Seris Empire was still essentially a feudal empire.

The emperor is high, the nobles are in the sky, and this is a country where the inequality between people is clearly written in the law.

Civilians who kill people do not even need to go through a public trial. As long as the search department agrees, they can be sentenced to death directly.

In order to increase the detection rate of crimes while maintaining fear among the public, such things happen from time to time.

…

"Who can I trust?"

After such a big thing happened, he felt that none of his friends would dare to take him in. According to the laws of the empire, harboring someone was the same crime as the mastermind.

"relative?"

He was a war orphan, and his so-called relatives were all relatives of his adoptive parents. Now that he was convicted of parricide, it would be a huge loss for his relatives not to arrest him.

"By the way, there is her."

Lun Heping suddenly remembered that he had a so-called "sister".

Both of them were children adopted by the same couple more than ten years ago, but the other child was sent to a mental hospital not long after, and the adoptive parents would occasionally visit.

Therefore, his memories of this "sister" are basically limited to the fact that he was afraid of her when he was a child.

…

"Driver, go to Violet Hospital."

Lun Heping quietly left the bus and then stopped a taxi.

"Violet Hospital?" The master frowned but said nothing.

After driving for nearly half an hour, the car slowly stopped at the entrance of an old hospital with yellow walls.

"Little brother, this place is a bit evil." The driver couldn't help but remind Lun Heping to pay attention to safety.

"Well, thank you, master." Lun Heping responded, then opened the door and got out of the car.

…

Everything he had just experienced, as well as the death of his adoptive parents, had made him mature a lot in just one hour.

Standing alone in front of the hospital, he felt confused inside.

The hospital was built in a sparse forest. The ground was covered with a thin layer of fallen leaves, and there was only one road leading outside.

If there is any place with the least information, this is definitely one of them.

The radiance of the Origin Stone didn't seem to shine on this old hospital at all. Through the rusty door, the situation inside could be clearly seen.

A nurse in white clothes sat aside, holding a gossip magazine and reading it with great interest. Only occasionally did he raise his head and glance at the patients who came out for "exercise".

Both the caregiver and the patient seemed very quiet, almost eerily quiet.

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"Register." The aunt at the front desk who received him feebly handed over a pamphlet.

Lun Heping looked at the column for the visitor's name on the booklet, hesitated, and filled in the pseudonym Lun Ye.

"Are you a family member of Roentgen?" When the aunt took the notebook, her hands suddenly trembled, as if this name represented something bad.

"Yes, what's wrong?" Lun Heping was a little confused.

"Where are the couples who come here every year? Why don't you see them?" The middle-aged aunt seemed to remember this Roentgen thing very clearly.

"They... they passed away."

"What a disaster." The aunt whispered without any restraint, not caring about Lun Heping's expression.

"Fifth floor, the innermost room, Room 507."

After yelling for a while, the aunt pointed to the old elevator.

"Excuse me...are there stairs?" After Lun Heping took a look at the quality of the elevator, he decided that it would be safer to take the stairs.

…

Following the direction pointed by his aunt, he carefully walked through the relatively clean corridor and came to the stairs where cigarette butts and garbage were everywhere.

There was a lot of garbage piled up in the corridor, and it could be seen that no one had cleaned it up for a long time.

"Why is there no one on the fifth floor?"

After finally getting through the rubbish and reaching the fifth floor, Lun Heping found that it was so quiet here, as quiet as death.

The only sound was his footsteps.

There wasn't even the sound of dripping water that heightened the terrifying atmosphere.

It's just that Lun Heping, who was worried, didn't pay much attention to these details. The death of his adoptive parents, his inexplicable transformation into a murderer, Hui's last cry, these explosive news had already turned his head into a mess.

Even if there is a real ghost, fear is pushed aside by all kinds of worries.

"Sister?" Lun Heping walked to the door of Room 507 and knocked gently.

The door was actually unlocked, but he still knocked politely twice.

He didn't know the meaning of coming to see this half-sister who had been living in a mental hospital for a long time.

But there seemed to be a force in his heart, urging him to go find her.

The door opened automatically.

In an empty room, a girl wearing a plain white dress sat on a chair and played with her mobile phone quietly.

The breeze blew her long hair, revealing half of her peaceful face.

The scene in front of him made Lun Heping unable to believe that he was in a mental hospital.

However, the girl's far prettier face did not make the boy feel any desire.

On the contrary, my back felt a little chilly.

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"You came."

Röntgen was so casual, it didn't sound like it was coming from two people who hadn't seen each other for more than ten years.

The stunned young man nodded stiffly.

"It seems they are dead." The girl spoke of the fact that her adoptive parents died in an extremely calm tone.

The stunned young man nodded stiffly again.

"Why are you acting like nothing happened?!

Also, why do you act like you know everything? ! "

Lun Heping's hysterical howling completely broke the dead silence on the fifth floor.

Having endured tremendous psychological pressure that his age should not have endured along the way, the young man was on the verge of collapse.

He followed his instinctive call and finally came here, thinking he could find a glimmer of hope, but in the end he got such an answer, which Lun Heping really couldn't accept.

Now he is a bit logically confused.

The sound insulation of the dilapidated building was actually not very good. Sounds from the fifth floor could easily reach the fourth floor, but no one came to stop him.