Transmigration: Flirted with My Childhood Sweetheart Chapter 795 - 794: Dimensional Reduction Strike

Who killed Yang Jiawen?

Everyone wants to know the answer, but no one does.

Nishi once suspected that Nianhe might have staged the whole thing, but recalling the dire straits Nianhe found herself in at the police station, she then felt it couldn’t have been her.

After half an hour’s thought in the hotel, Nishi finally realized she was on the wrong track—she was neither a police officer nor Yang Jiawen’s mother. Why bother with such matters?

What she should consider is how to recruit workers.

It was impossible to recruit from Paris.

First of all, labor in Xiangjiang was much cheaper than in Paris, and she had already spent most of her budget on pulling strings and securing the office building. With a hefty amount still required for construction, she couldn’t possibly afford extra expenses;

Secondly, it was not a job for just one or two people. Thousands of workers entering the country would entail incredibly complicated procedures. And if the Yang Family decided to play dirty again and hamper construction after their arrival, what then?

The Yang Family’s move might be despicable, but it effectively targeted Nishi’s lifeline.

Moreover, there was the Shen Family in the shadows acting like money scatterers!

Who knows what they’ll do next?

Nishi had downed three cups of coffee without coming up with a solution to break the stalemate.

Annoyed to the extre, she swept cups, bags, and the telephone from the table onto the floor in a gesture of defiance.

The carpet was soft, so the cups didn’t even break.

But the contents of her bag spilled out.

A photo fluttered down, landing right in the middle of the carpet.

In it, Lin Nianhe was shaking hands with Shen Yu.

Nishi stared at the photo, her eyes fixating for a mont before the corners of her mouth curled up.

...

In the suite next to Nishi’s, Shen Hongzun watched Lin Nianhe with trepidation, unable to wipe the sweat off his palms.

"Ah He, no, ma’am, didn’t you say you wanted to keep a low profile? This is... almost right under her nose."

Lin Nianhe yawned, "Ever heard of hiding in plain sight? Your family’s too high profile; who knows how many people are watching. I’ve only changed my hairstyle, not my face. It’s only a matter of ti before I’m recognized... This place is good, I’m going to stay put."

Shen Hongzun glanced at the bread and milk they had just bought, "Is this what you’re going to eat?"

"Mhm, as long as it’s not starvation." Lin Nianhe said, pushing him towards the door, "Don’t co to find unless it’s necessary. If you must, bring an actress with you."

Shen Hongzun: "...?"

It wasn’t just his physical presence that was at stake now, but his reputation as well!

Before Shen Hongzun could object, he found himself being pushed out the door.

With a soft click, the door closed behind him.

Shen Hongzun had many questions, but glancing at the neighboring door, he dared not utter a sound. Pressing his lips shut, he pretended to leave nonchalantly.

Inside the room, Lin Nianhe locked the door, drew the curtains across every window, and then pulled two sofas over to block the door.

After securing the room, she went to the study in the suite, set up a three-ter-long table, and arranged the networking equipnt she tinkered with yesterday afternoon, feigning a nap––a router, eight network cables, and eight computers, creating a small LAN.

Connecting the last network cable and turning on the computers, she proceeded to configure the settings...

After a busy half-hour, eight computer screens finally displayed eight different scenes.

One of the caras captured Nishi and her secretary.

Lin Nianhe then took out the most comfortable sofa and a bottle of ice-cold cola from her dinsion, murmuring to herself as she watched and drank,

"Technology changes fate indeed, a true dinsion-reducing strike... Though a bit unethical... But what’s that got to do with ? My sense of morality is inseparable from ho, it just didn’t want to co to Xiangjiang with ... I can’t force it, being the kind-hearted person that I am..."

The pinhole cara in Nishi’s room was installed by her in the morning while Nishi was out.

On this, she could only say—the Shen Family heir’s face was indeed a great asset. Apart from the won’s restroom and bathhouse, there was no place he couldn’t enter.

Lin Nianhe put on her headphones, turned on the microphone for cara one, and while listening to the conversation from next door, started munching on a pack of spicy duck necks, providing her own comntary,

’I’m throwing money out like it’s nothing, and you tell you can’t find workers? Do I need to pull construction workers from Paris?’

Student Xiao Lin clicked his tongue: "What kind of brains do they have? Can’t they just recruit workers from Third-World Countries? They are cheaper."

’Their brains must be fried. Why single out?’

Student Xiao Lin was puzzled: "Am I fighting against soone with a normal IQ? Such an obvious thing, why does she still ask?"

’They... are they nuts? I killed Jiawen? I don’t even know who he is!’

"Hmm... Huh?"

Lin Nianhe sat up straight, in disbelief, staring at the screen where Nishi also looked incredulous.

This was footage from a pinhole cara; there was no reason for Nishi to lie, and her expression didn’t seem fabricated either.

Watching her overly sincere aggrieved look, Lin Nianhe found even the duck neck in her hand no longer appetizing.

If not her, then who?

Lin Nianhe herself felt confused for a mont, suspecting whether she had sleepwalked and did in Jiawen.

But... that couldn’t be. It was dayti when that happened, and she hadn’t been asleep.

Five minutes into the surveillance, Student Xiao Lin sadly discovered that she hadn’t solved the issue but had instead created a bigger suspicion for herself.

"Such a calamity."

Student Xiao Lin leaned back, lying on the sofa dejectedly.

Half a minute later, she decided to let the professionals handle professional matters.

She was just picking up the phone’s receiver, about to call for support, when Nishi on the screen suddenly went berserk.

Lin Nianhe was slightly stunned, and upon seeing the change in Nishi’s expression, she imdiately controlled cara one, zooming in closer and closer—

"Spying on ?"

"That’s utterly immoral."

Student Xiao Lin expressed strong indignation at the immoral behavior of others.

...

It wasn’t just the two of them who were immoral.

Yang Jiahao placed several photos on the coffee table, leaned forward, and very respectfully looked up at Elder Yang: "Daddy, these are photos taken by our people today. This person is the one in the pictures; he’s Nishi Abel’s secretary and once accompanied her to the Trade Fair."

Elder Yang looked through the photos, picked out a few, and his lips curled into a cold smirk: "Lin Nianhe wasn’t wrong in saying—these people don’t mix; indeed they can’t mingle together."

In the photos he selected were all group shots of Nishi with foreigners.

All these people held important positions; no wonder Nishi managed to get all the paperwork sorted in such a short period of ti.

Yang Jiahao still maintained a respectful posture toward his father, and spoke in a low voice: "No wonder the police haven’t been able to find the murderer... It seems it’s not that they can’t find them; they just refuse to look."

Elder Yang stayed silent, not speaking for a long while.

After so ti, he put down the photos, raised his hand to hold Yang Jiahao’s shoulder, staring into his eyes, he spoke each word earnestly: "Ah Hao, your brother can’t die without justice."

Yang Jiahao didn’t avoid his father’s gaze, solemnly nodding: "I understand."

"No, you don’t understand."

"On the surface, it could be anyone."

Elder Yang squeezed his eldest son’s nape, fury burning in his eyes: "I want the real culprit! The real one!"

"Don’t fob off with these kinds of interest dealings!"

Elder Yang stared at Yang Jiahao, his lips suddenly curving upward in a chilling smile: "Ah Hao, if you can’t find the murderer, I might as well follow the old Shen head’s footsteps and donate all our assets."

Yang Jiahao’s blinking sped up involuntarily.

Elder Yang asked: "Now, do you understand?"

Yang Jiahao’s Adams apple bobbed, nodding: "I understand."

"That’s good."

Elder Yang exhaled a long breath, released his son, and even smiled as he smoothed out the wrinkles on his shirt.