She's a Passerby, But Can See the Protagonist's Halo-Chapter 106

That night, the junior girls went to bed content after indulging in gossip, but He Xing barely slept a wink.

Five years ago, when the case involving the Xie Family emerged, she was still studying at a dance school in Bin City and had a vivid memory of the unexpected car accident.

Now, five years later, the once-closed case had taken a shocking turn.

He Xing scoured the tangled web of online news, searching for the information she needed.

After piecing together the full story of the Xie Family case, she began combing through dubious online comments in pursuit of "Justice."

There was a special task force dedicated to reopening cold cases—a group whose mere codename was enough to strike fear into countless criminals.

"Let me tell you this—in our line of work, there’s a saying: 'No criminal Justice can’t catch, no case Justice can’t solve.'"

"You know what? Once, when Justice came to our city for a meeting, the news got out, and the next day, every petty thief in town vanished."

"Some of you might not believe this, but have you heard of a guy turning in his own boss for a 500,000-yuan reward? Because if Justice catches you, the consequences are brutal."

These unverified accounts painted "Justice" as some kind of divine retribution.

He Xing didn’t know whether to believe them or not.

Was "Justice" really a person? Or just a task force? The descriptions seemed too fantastical.

She even suspected it was a deliberately crafted persona—a symbol meant to inspire public confidence, with countless feats attributed to it.

Thanks to the cultivation techniques she brought back from her transmigration experiences, He Xing remained sharp despite pulling an all-nighter.

Her hours of online digging finally yielded the information she was looking for.

Under a highly upvoted question, someone had asked:

"My uncle was a teacher falsely accused of harassment twenty years ago. He was jailed, and even now, people still point fingers at him. How can this 'Justice' task force be contacted to reinvestigate his case?"

A reply below read: "You could try emailing them. From what I know, domestic police departments can request assistance internally, and even international cases sometimes send inquiries to official email addresses for help."

An email address?

"System, can you find someone’s email for me?" He Xing asked silently in her mind.

Her transmigration journey had ended, but the streamlined version of her fast-travel assistant remained by her side.

"Affirmative."

"GA Department’s Criminal Investigation Eight Tigers—Justice, or this so-called Justice task force. I need their email."

Even in its simplified form, the assistant’s ability to manipulate network data far surpassed the technology of her world. He Xing obtained the email address effortlessly.

She saved it in her phone’s notes for now.

But according to the assistant, this was an internal police email. Even if she used an overseas account to send a request to reopen the case, the victim’s identity would still be exposed.

Not to mention—how would she explain hacking into an official email in the first place?

For now, this email was a last resort.

At this moment, the only person He Xing could trust was herself.

February 28th, Early Morning

Yan only saw Lan Ruo’s message this morning—an invitation to meet up, knowing she and Jue Jue had returned to Bin City.

Yan thought about it. Yesterday, she had posted a "Welcome, new roommate!" update on social media, which Lan Ruo must have seen. Combined with the resolution of the Xie Family case, it made sense.

She scratched her head. Though she wasn’t sure why Lan Ruo wanted to meet, today was still a holiday, and neither she nor Jue Jue had plans.

Plus, the information they’d gotten from Ding Ling was only about the case. Yan was still curious about the Xie Family’s company and what Lan Ruo planned to do next.

Last night, she’d learned that due to the Xie Family case’s complexity—and perhaps because Inspector Zheng Yi and Ding Ling were involved—the legal proceedings had moved at lightning speed after the charges were finalized.

Arrests in January, investigation concluded and handed to prosecutors in February, and by the end of the month, the case was already in court.

For a case as socially explosive as the Xie Family’s—especially a murder with ironclad evidence—public outrage was at its peak. Yan guessed the trial wouldn’t drag on, and the verdict would soon become national news.

As for Lan Ruo, she must have already braced herself for it.

Yan told Jue Jue, and the two decided to meet with Lan Ruo. But she hesitated—should they invite Ding Ling too?

After all, it was Ding Ling who had helped restore their souls. Yan had only been the middleman!

Ding Ling had been in Bin City all February. If Lan Ruo was reaching out now, she’d probably already spoken to Ding Ling.

Yan recalled Ding Ling mentioning updates on the Xie Family yesterday, so Lan Ruo and Ding Ling had likely already discussed things.

She got up early, ate the breakfast Yi Zhi had bought, and used a curling wand to style her hair into soft, everyday waves.

"Going out today, Yan?" Chu Bingbing asked.

She had just climbed out of bed, yawning as she ran a wide-tooth comb through her hair, scrolling on her phone.

Chu Bingbing had also received a message from her asset manager.

She had an appointment today too.

"Yeah, ​​‌‌​‌‌​​​‌‌‌​​​​​‌‌​​​​​‌‌​​‌​​​‌‌​​​​‌​​‌‌​‌​‌​‌‌​​‌‌​​‌‌​​‌​‌​​‌‌​​‌‌​​‌‌​​​​​‌‌​​​​‌​​‌‌​‌‌​​‌‌​​​‌‌​‌‌​​‌​‌​​‌‌​‌‌​​​‌‌​​​​​‌‌​​‌‌​​​‌‌​‌‌​​​‌‌​​​​​‌‌​​‌​​​​‌‌‌​​‌​‌‌​​‌​​​‌‌​​​‌‌​​‌‌​‌‌‌‍heading out." The automatic curler made things easy, and Yan admired her bouncy curls.

Chu Bingbing didn’t even need to open her eyes to know—the lovebirds were off on another date. She shook her head.

"You two are unstoppable. Just got back, and already going out again."

This winter break had worn her out, thanks to that godforsaken system—especially the 50-million-yuan spending task. If not for Yan’s solution, she wouldn’t have known what to do.

But completing it had paid off massively.

Compared to the luxury penthouse and high-end sports cars from previous rewards, this one was on another level.

However, due to the asset’s high value, the transfer process was complicated, involving layers of paperwork. It wasn’t until this morning that Chu Bingbing received the finalized appointment from her system-assigned asset manager.

She had to sign the contract in person for this Ning City property, but the meeting was in the afternoon, so there was no rush.

After brushing her teeth, Chu Bingbing grabbed a red bean bun from the table and took a bite. She eyed the untouched half of the spread.

"Where’s Zhi? Who hasn’t eaten yet?"

"Senior, have you eaten?" She glanced at He Xing.

He Xing held up her sugar-free soy milk and egg sandwich from her seat.

"Already got mine."

"I've already eaten too," Ding Ling said.

"Yi Zhi mentioned she needed to print some form, something like a record for Dean Yuan. She went out to get it printed and buy breakfast before heading out again," Yan chimed in.

Speak of the devil—Yi Zhi walked in holding a folder and casually closed the door behind her.

"The print shop has a new owner, but they’re still from the Xiang City circle. Heard the previous owner had family matters and passed the shop to a fellow townsman," she remarked offhandedly.

"As long as the print shop’s fine, I just hope the cafeteria stalls we love don’t change owners," Yan replied.

"That awful milk tea place downstairs got replaced too. The new one’s a chain store," Yi Zhi added.

"Thank goodness! The old one was overpriced and tasted terrible. Nothing beats a 9.9 chain store deal," Chu Bingbing cheered, waving her wrist adorned with a platinum and diamond bracelet.

He Xing fell into thought listening to Chu Bingbing’s words. What kind of spending philosophy was this? Wearing a bracelet worth hundreds of thousands while happily sipping on a 9.9 coffee. Was this the legendary "ride a bike to the bar—save where you can, splurge where you want"?

After some more chatter, Yan packed up and said goodbye to her roommates—Zhu Jue was already waiting downstairs for her.

"Yan, look at me!" Chu Bingbing called out, snapping a photo with her phone’s rear camera.

Startled by the call, Yan paused at the door, turned back with a playful wink, then waved and left.

"My sweet Yan is too adorable—ugh, I’m slain! Damn you, Zhu Jue, give my Yan back!" Chu Bingbing clutched her chest, staring at the unfiltered photo on her phone with mock fury.

Yan had worn a cream-colored base layer paired with a light gray cape coat, topped with a matching beret. Her natural curls cascaded over her chest, and though not a single logo was visible, her entire aura radiated effortless elegance.

Even with the dorm room as the backdrop, her playful wink was lively, charming, and utterly endearing.

In less than a minute, the 320 dorm group chat was flooded with meme-worthy edits of Yan’s wink, courtesy of Chu Bingbing.

[Chu Bingbing]: [What’s the matter? Smitten yet?]

[Chu Bingbing]: [Oh please, like you could resist me.]

[Chu Bingbing]: [Sending love, sweetheart—biubiu!]

Just as Yan reunited with Zhu Jue, warming her hands with a hot drink, she burst out laughing and showed him her phone.

"That Bingbing! She turned my perfectly nice photo into something so cringey."

Despite her complaint, Yan immediately saved the memes and photos, then fired back in the group chat.

[Yan]: [Hands on hips!] I am NOT that cheesy! Hmph!

Reading the messages, He Xing couldn’t help but smile. These young, vibrant girls were truly delightful.

After replying, Yan noticed Zhu Jue gazing at her with amusement.

"What? Too cheesy for you?" she teased.

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Zhu Jue held her hand, his eyes tender yet steady, his voice soft and calm—as if stating the simplest truth.

"I’m utterly enchanted by my love."