Reincarnated as an Energy with a System

Chapter 1811: The Robbery

Ning walked over to the room and entered, Larissa and the rest following behind. There were already some cops in the room, gathering pictures and searching for evidence of what had happened here.

Ning walked through the living room where the TV had been smashed in, and the glass cabinet it sat in had its glass panes broken as well. There were parts of the cabinet that were empty, as though they had been robbed.

Ning looked around, noticing two doors that led to some rooms on the right, but the main living room contained everything from the door to a smashed window in the back.

”Went through those two rooms; nothing has been messed with. Nothing we could see anyway,” Jack said. ”From what we could tell, the culprits came smashing in through the window, beat the old man, stole what was in the cabinet, and left.”

Ning nodded.

Larissa walked to the other end of the room, looking out the window. Her black hair swayed in the strong wind on the balcony.

”How did they get up here?” she asked.

Jack shrugged. ”Probably some power I don’t know about. We’re looking into surveillance close by, but the back of this building isn’t that well covered from what I can tell with initial scouting.”

Ning walked around, trying to see clues. At this moment, the old Valen would’ve noticed some smudge on the side of a desk or some flowerpots that were moved just out of place.

He had taken Valen’s memories, but he hadn’t gotten his talent in investigating.

”Could someone have flown in?” Mira asked from the back.

”How many people in this city can fly?” Jack asked. ”Dragons are already so rare to begin with, and one flying would be noticed immediately by the nearby people. Fairies could maybe fly in too, but they should be far too weak not just to break through the glass but also to injure a ghoul.”

”But an angel could do it,” Larissa said, turning back from the window. ”An angel would have no issue flying in here, taking the man out, and running away.”

Ning frowned. ”The angels are far too rich to have to steal something from a person like him. They wouldn’t resort to robbery unless there was something valuable with this man.”

”They don’t need anything valuable. They just need a target. The robbery is just a façade. It was the man they were after. They wanted to kill him.”

Ning was about to say something when he stopped as he realized where she was coming from. He, or rather Valen, didn’t know much about Larissa, but he did know that one of the reasons she had become an investigator had been to investigate the death of her father at the hands of some angels.

Her father, an Imp, had been killed in her house while she had watched from the closet.

Over 300 years ago, the world was split between the ’Higher’ races and the ’Lower’ races. Angels, Dragons, Humans, High Elves, Dwarves, and the such were considered Higher races. Imps, Zombies, Vampires, Drows, Werewolves, and the such were considered Lower races.

The Race War began all those years ago, coming to an end 334 years ago exactly after many losses. The races came together to never fight amongst each other, but even after all those years, hatred ran through the veins of those that were once opposed.

And while races like Angels, Dragons, and High Elves had made themselves prestigious throughout the years, the lower races had still not fully recovered even after all these years.

Prejudices ran deep in this world.

”You are looking at this case through your biased lens,” Ning said. ”What you are saying might be true, but there is no evidence to suggest that. If you’re an investigator, you need evidence.”

”You think I don’t know that?” Larissa snapped at him. ”Why don’t you do something instead of wasting my goddamn time?”

Ning took a deep breath. ”Fine, I will.”

Of course, there was nothing he could do himself, so he could only ask for help.

”System, are there any obvious signs of what has happened in this place that Valen would recognize? Give me the information,” he murmured.

Information flowed into Ning’s mind, causing him to be surprised at what simple things they had missed. He slowly turned around, catching every single thing he learned from the System, taking it in while acting as if he was surveying the room.

”Well? Anything?” the woman asked.

”Yes,” Ning said, pointing to the window. ”From the reach of the glass shards, it is clear that the person who entered smashed it loudly, but the attacker didn’t care that he was seen or heard. That either meant he was confident in his talent to fight against a Ghoul, or he expected the victim to be unconscious.”

”Unconscious?” Larissa asked. ”He could’ve very well expected him to not be present. Did you think about that?”

”Of course I did,” Ning said. ”But if that were the case, darling, could you tell me why the attacker came in at all when the lights were on and the man was in the room?”

”He could’ve been in the other room. He could’ve come out when he heard the noise.”

Ning shook his head. ”Then the scuffle would’ve happened at the door there, not by this table here. The man was sitting on this couch, watching this TV. Look at the light on the TV; it’s been smashed in, but it is still active. The old man was here.”

Larissa looked to the side, seeing the TV’s light glow a steady red. She shrank back a little.

”And perhaps, most importantly,” Ning said. ”By the angle the table has moved, the fight happened here. The old man stumbled, fell, tried to crawl away, and was hit in the head.”

Ning looked toward the cabinet. ”The attacker would’ve never been near the TV, and yet it is smashed. He had no need to.”

Ning turned back toward Larissa. ”This isn’t a robbery. This is a murder attempt.”