She is the Side Character! — Watch Her Change her fate!

Chapter 206: Chapter 206: Victim: The Little Girl Who Had Her Ransom Rejected 6

Seeing Jiang Yishi’s eyes light up, Ah Chen found it amusing and continued, ”It was this world that brought me back; this world cannot tolerate criminals like them.”

Jiang Yishi: ...

Ah Chen knew he wouldn’t believe, but this was the truth.

”Take me to the place for the autopsy, Uncle Jiang, and I’ll leave when we get there, or else you might regret it and have to write a self-criticism.”

”By the way, I need to say goodbye to my parents too, and I’ll trouble Uncle Jiang to keep an eye on them, so they don’t do anything impulsive.”

It wouldn’t be good to miss the family reunion.

This is a gift from the consciousness of the world to them, a form of compensation.

Jiang Yishi found it funny; this little girl was very thorough in her thinking.

Even though there were other colleagues around taking notes, he couldn’t deny that the little girl was right. If she fell here, it wouldn’t be much trouble, but it would still be a bit of a hassle.

Jiang Zhengjun and Dou Jia held Ah Chen on her left and right; this time, her fingers were completely stiff, and the tears uncontrollably streamed down the couple’s faces.

Having witnessed such an extraordinary event, they believed their daughter’s words—they would reunite.

But still, they were sad; they couldn’t not be sad.

Jiang Xiang followed beside Jiang Yishi, looking at Ah Chen’s back. He was only eight years old, he didn’t know much, but he knew enough. Chenchen’s appearance was different now than when they first met.

Jiang Xiang was a bit of a rascal, yet he liked to act mature.

But at this moment, he couldn’t smile, couldn’t act like a rascal.

He held his father’s hand, filled with unease, feeling as if Chenchen, who had promised to play toy cars with him, wouldn’t play with him anymore.

Jiang Yishi actually wanted to take Jiang Xiang away, but this kid was stubborn, insisting on staying, clutching his arm tightly, refusing to let go.

This troublesome kid really made him worry—would he be left with bad psychological scars?

Ah Chen suddenly turned around, releasing Jiang Zhengjun and Dou Jia, asking to speak alone with Jiang Xiang.

Jiang Yishi and Jiang Zhengjun, Dou Jia stood afar, watching the two kids play with toy cars on the ground—such a joyful scene, yet it was their final farewell. The adults’ eyes were somewhat red, but they kept silent in a tacit understanding.

The event was too absurd, and Jiang Yishi had to report it, while more people gathered in the surroundings. Everyone stayed silent, watching the two kids, mainly focused on the little girl—was something truly unfathomable about to happen?

”We will reunite,” Ah Chen whispered, ”but Brother Jiang, you have to keep it a secret.”

Jiang Xiang pressed his lips, answered, ”Then I’ll wait for you.”

”Alright.”

After talking with Jiang Xiang and saying goodbye, Ah Chen went to the autopsy room, sat there to bid farewell to the living, her soul departing. In an instant, Jiang Ying’s corpse returned to its original state, as if how she died and how many days she’d been dead wouldn’t change at all.

Jiang Zhengjun and Dou Jia instantly broke down into bitter tears, their cries filling the room, with no one able to console them.

Jiang Xiang stared blankly at the scene, then lowered his head, holding onto the secret belonging to him and Chenchen.

After the forensic examination, faces displayed shock, cold sweat forming—absolutely astonishing!

This little girl named Jiang Ying had been dead for three days!

Everyone exchanged glances, what was this?

No matter what it was, the case still had to proceed, going very smoothly.

Zheng Chengfeng and Qu Man were nearly driven mad upon hearing the results, fearing not only death but also the return of Jiang Ying whom they had killed for revenge.

After all, she had truly come back.

”Dad, aren’t you going to ask me?” Jiang Xiang was somewhat puzzled, ”I thought you’d ask what I talked about with my sister.”

”If I ask, will you tell?” Jiang Yishi laughed.

Jiang Xiang sat beside him, raising his chin, ”No.”

He had agreed with Chenchen to tell no one.

He hadn’t revealed a single bit about ”Chenchen.”

”Then that’s it; it’s irrelevant to the case now, so what’s the point in asking you, a kid who won’t disclose anything, easy to get angry at yourself.”

Jiang Xiang chuckled, then praised, ”Dad, you’re really wise.”

Jiang Yishi was incredibly speechless; this rascal needed discipline.

”Dad, how about I become a policeman too?” Jiang Xiang asked.

Maybe then he’d encounter Chenchen, of course, he also genuinely wanted to be a policeman, to be a righteous policeman like his dad.

Jiang Yishi said, ”It’s pretty tough.”

”And dangerous.”

”No hardship or danger for a true man, I want to be a policeman! I want to be a beacon of justice.”

”Alright, alright, you do it.” Jiang Yishi found it amusing; this kid was very stubborn; could he stop him?

He couldn’t help but think of the little girl Jiang Ying’s file—even though the case was solved, the murderer punished, the case file remained in the mysterious archive titled ”Returning Deceased – Jiang Ying.”

Should be a one-of-a-kind case, right?

Jiang Yishi thought so.

He had conflicting feelings, hoping the deceased could come back to tell of their grievances, yet wishing the world had fewer such occurrences.

Three years passed quickly, Jiang Zhengjun and Dou Jia welcomed their second child. When the child was born, they knew without a doubt this was their Yingying returned, the child exactly like Yingying, even identical features.

But naturally, they wouldn’t use the original name, choosing a better one.

Jiang Yishi was even invited to the child’s one-month celebration.

Later, Jiang Zhengjun and Dou Jia’s business flourished, both being pure-hearted people, continually involved in charity and prayer, developing their hometown, thoroughly boosting the local economy, initiating a positive cycle.

Jiang Xiang graduated from elementary school, then middle school, advancing to high school, taking the college entrance exams, being admitted into his ideal police academy, yet he wasn’t very happy. On such a joyful day, Chenchen hadn’t fulfilled the promise to return.

Was she deceiving him back then?

Sigh, in truth, he felt Chenchen was merely soothing him at the time.

It was a rainy night.

Ah Chen felt thoroughly drenched, she opened her eyes. Her fingers tried to move, her skin still supple, she hadn’t died completely this time.

She was currently in a relatively dry spot, but the sound of rain reached her ears.

A figure nearby was moving, squatting beside her, seemingly unbuttoning her clothes. Just then, footsteps sounded not far away, seemingly avoiding puddles, moving quickly.

She sensed the nearby figure stiffen, appearing to glance towards the footsteps, the sound growing nearer.

From her position, she could see someone briskly approaching with an umbrella; the person hadn’t noticed anything amiss here, her spot was in shadow while theirs was lit.

The figure beside her concealed themselves in the shadows, holding a knife—perhaps the one meant for her neck.

But the person was too rushed, leaving their phone next to her, its glow leading to an additional deceased.

The rain masked many sounds, including the subtle movements of the shadowed figure.

The prior footsteps came closer, seemingly hopping twice, still avoiding water puddles.

The person in shadow probably prayed the individual would pass by unseen, right?

Unfortunately, it was not so—the passerby noticed the situation here and became another victim of the night.

Ah Chen lay there, noting the person pausing as they noticed the phone’s glow, stepping closer, illuminating the bloody state with their phone’s light.

They clearly sensed danger, leaping backward immediately, but it was a bit late—the shadowed figure in a raincoat charged out knife plunging towards their neck.

Yet, the raincoat figure didn’t succeed.

Ah Chen swiftly stood up, grabbing the hand holding the knife, subsequently throwing the person hard to the ground, a muffled grunt escaping—a man by the sound.