Hearing this, both Shirley and Yvonne''s faces went pale.


    Most of the vigers had already moved out. The only grandmother and granddaughter they knew who still lived here were ra and her elderly grandma.


    That young girl, born into poverty and faced with hardship, yet always optimistic- she was raped and murderedst night?!


    Yvonne nced at the police tape cordoning off the area and instinctively ran toward it.


    "Yvonne, where are you going?" Shirley shouted, quickly running after her.


    One after the other, they ran to ra''s house.


    But the house was now surrounded by police tape, with no unauthorized entry allowed.


    Police cars and an ambnce were parked out front.


    Paramedics carried out two stretchers. The figures on them were covered with white sheets, clearly deceased.


    The police were still examining the scene, prohibiting anyone from entering.


    Yvonne, Shirley, and a few other onlookers were kept outside the perimeter.


    But even from the entrance, Yvonne could smell the heavy scent of blood hanging in the air.


    As the stretchers were carried past them, a hand fell from under one of the white sheets. It was tightly clutching the lipstick Yvonne had given her.


    It was ra''s body. The only piece of makeup she had ever used in her life was that lipstick from Yvonne, and she held onto it even in death.


    "ra! ra!" Shirley cried out, her voice choked with sobs, having clearly


    recognized the body as well.


    The vigers nearby were muttering amongst themselves.


    "Sigh, ra just came by my house yesterday morning to give me some fruit. I gave her a few of my homemade breads."


    "Yes, that grandmother and granddaughter had such hard lives. She put ra through college by


    collecting scraps. Just two moren et


    years and once ra graduated, things would have gotten better. I can''t believe they met such a violent end."


    "It''s a sin, a real sin. ra was so young. Those bastards! They deserve to die!" an elderly viger said, wiping away tears and stamping his foot.


    Shirley shed a few tears as well.


    Yvonne''s eyes were red as she stared at the house. Probably out of professional habit, she began to subconsciously survey the surroundings of the crime scene.


    There were no signs of a struggle in the yard, and the lock on the door hadn''t been broken. She couldn''t see the situation inside.


    The police were still investigating and began to disperse the crowd.


    Shirley was timid and tugged on Yvonne''s sleeve. "Yvonne, let''s go back." "Okay," Yvonne nodded.


    She wasn''t a police officer anymore. She couldn''t enter the crime scene or examine the bodies, so all she could do was leave.


    They returned to the crew''s van. Just as they got on, they heard Lunaining


    from the back seat. She was holding a limited-edition designer bottle, sipping water.


    "I came out to film a show, all happy,


    and we run into a murder case.


    What bad luck. These poor people


    really know how to pick a time to


    not a


    die Not earlier but rights now..."


    "Shut up!" Before Luna could finish, Yvonne grabbed her bag from the seat and threw it at her. The bag hit Luna in the chest, knocking the bottle front her hand and sshing water all over her. ''