Wife is hell

Chapter 53 The Cursed Butterfly Reappears

Meanwhile, Yu Zhengqing and others devoted themselves to the investigation of Young Master Yun's case.

Zhang Huan, the sixth hall master, could not suppress his doubts and, finding a moment of silence, asked in a low voice:

"Chief Yu, why not let Mu Jiang out? He clearly has crucial clues."

Yu Zhengqing remained silent.

Huang Kezi, standing to the side, said with dissatisfaction:
"Old Zhang, are we, the patrol officers, a bunch of good-for-nothings? Can't we solve cases without that kid? In the past, even without Mu Jiang, haven't we imprisoned and sealed enough spiritual objects?"

Zhang Huan frowned and said, "That's not what I meant. It's just that with the clues he provided, we can at least avoid many detours..."

"Alright, whether or not Mu Jiang can be released is not up to me. Lord Mo has his own considerations and procedures."

Yu Zhengqing interrupted him.

"Mu Jiang had already given us a clue: the victims all knew each other, which means it wasn't a random killing, but most likely a revenge killing. As long as we grasp this point, we can find the killer."

Everyone nodded slightly.

That's what they think too.

The clues provided by Mu Jiang have greatly narrowed down the scope.

There are only a few spoiled brats who usually hang out with Young Master Yang and his gang. As long as we dig deep into their recent actions and the people they have grudge against, we can always find suspects.

Moreover, the fact that the spirit killed one person every two days bought them time to investigate.

Huang Kezi straightened his back and said confidently:
"Rest assured, sir. With the methods of my patrol office, we can find the real culprit and seize the spirit before the fifth victim appears at the latest."

"If I can't do it, I, Huang Kezi, will swallow dung!"

-

time flies.

In the blink of an eye, two days passed.

Yu Zhengqing took a big gulp of cooling green tea, looking anxiously at the pile of case files in front of him.

There has been no progress in the case so far.

According to the pattern of spirits killing people, someone is bound to die today.

"Sir, all those who have been associated with Young Master Yang and Young Master Yun have been investigated, but no clear leads have been found so far."

Zhang Huan's voice was a little hoarse, and he had dark circles under his eyes.

To be fair, the investigation by the patrol office was actually quite rapid, and all suspicious persons related to the deceased were included in the list.

For some individuals with special status, covert protection has also been implemented.

However, they encountered considerable obstacles in the process of finding the real culprit. Some people refused to speak up, fearing that revealing their past crimes would give them leverage against them.

"We have interrogated nineteen suspects so far, and none of them have been found to possess any spiritual items."

He then handed a stack of files to Yu Zhengqing.
"Those people are unwilling to cooperate, which makes it impossible to find the real culprit. As for the Yun family, Hall Master Huang has been following up, but there are still no leads."

Yu Zhengqing stared at the name on the file, remaining silent as a stone.

Zhang Huan reminded him:
"If we reverse the death pattern provided by Mu Jiang, the next time of death will be in the 'Shen Shi' hour today. There are only two hours left until now."

Yu Zhengqing sighed softly: "I hope the person who died wasn't of high status."

Zhang Huan hesitated, as if he wanted to say something but then stopped.

Yu Zhengqing looked up at him and smiled:

"I know what you're thinking. You want me to arrest those spoiled brats and interrogate them one by one?"

Seeing that his thoughts had been guessed, Zhang Huan simply spoke frankly:

"The murderer had a clear target and did not kill randomly. They must have done something that made the murderer hate them to the core. As you know, sir, based on our many years of experience in handling cases, the reason why such spirits choose a master is often because the master carries extremely deep resentment."

Very few people could harbor such deep hatred towards the Yun family, the Yan family, and even the Yang family simultaneously, which could very well be linked to another murder case. I suggest that they—”

"No, we can't arrest and interrogate these young masters right now."

Yu Zhengqing interrupted him, rubbing her temples wearily, and said...
"This will cause a huge mess. Prince Cheng even inquired about this case yesterday because someone had approached him."

Yancheng is a place with a complex web of connections. Which of these families and merchants doesn't have some kind of background? Many even have direct connections to the capital.

Without any evidence, I'm going to interrogate those young masters. My time as the deputy judge is over.

Zhang Huan said helplessly, "Then what should we do? Should we go find Mu Jiang?"

"If we were to seek help from a detained yamen runner at this point, what face would our entire patrol department have left?"

"Can--"

"Snapped!"

Yu Zhengqing slammed his hand on the case file and raised his bloodshot eyes:

"Then let one more person die!"

"As long as someone dies, new clues will definitely emerge!"

-

Inside the Yun family courtyard.

White banners hang low, and gloomy clouds gather.

The mourning hall was set up in the main hall, filled with the smoke of incense and the sounds of whispers and sobs. In the small courtyard behind the mourning hall, the twelve-year-old young master of the Yun family was idly playing with his slingshot.

He did not feel much grief over his brother's sudden death.

He only felt regret and boredom because there was no one to take him out to play.

"It's boring..."

The little boy muttered to himself, then casually pulled a pebble from his brocade pouch and aimed it at the incessantly chirping thrush in the birdcage hanging under the eaves.

"Snapped!"

A pebble slipped through the crack in the birdcage, startling the thrush into fluttering wildly, its feathers falling to the ground.

The young master grinned, revealing a malicious smile.

Just then, he suddenly saw a small bird land on the eaves, so he quickly pulled back his slingshot and aimed.

"Young Master!"

A maidservant rushed in, panting, and said, "Master wants you to go to the mourning hall quickly."

The young master's face fell, his expression full of impatience: "I'm not going, I'm not going!"

Seeing the birds startled and fly away, he angrily turned his slingshot around and aimed it at the maid's face.

"Serves you right for being nosy!"

The pebble struck the maid's cheekbone hard, causing her skin to break and bleed.

The maid screamed in pain, covered her face, and tears welled up instantly.

This young master was notorious for his mischievousness.

He had injured several children's eyes with a slingshot on the street, and his family only had to pay some compensation to settle the matter. He never took it to heart and instead became more and more reckless.

"Hahaha!"

Yun Chengye made a smug face, turned around and ran away, disappearing into the depths of the courtyard in a flash.

He needed to find a place to hide so he wouldn't be summoned to the funeral hall to kneel.

After wandering around for a while, he suddenly saw a box under the eaves of the warehouse. His eyes lit up, he went over, lifted the lid, curled up and crawled inside, and then closed the lid.

The interior of the box was cramped and filled with the smell of old wood and dust.

He strained his ears, listening to the maid's tearful calls from outside, which faded into the distance and eventually disappeared.

"Hmph, idiot."

The boy smugly curled his lip and prepared to leave.

However, when he pushed the lid up, he found that it wouldn't budge.

At first, I thought it was stuck, so I pushed it upwards with all my might, but the lid was as if it had been welded shut with molten iron, and there was no response.

The young master panicked and pounded on the side of the box, shouting loudly:
"Help! Help! Let me out!"

It was deathly silent outside.

It was as if the whole world had forgotten him.

inside the box,

Darkness surged in from all directions like a tide, wrapping around his neck.

The young master felt he could hardly breathe.

The previous arrogance and unruliness turned into extreme fear.

"Help!"

"Father, save me!"

"I can't breathe... It's so dark... Mother..."

The young master frantically pounded on the sides of the box.

However, all he received in response was his own increasingly rapid breathing and desperate cries.

If someone is outside.

You will see a pair of slender, beautiful hands pressing down hard on the lid of the box.

The butterfly tattooed on the back of her fair hand seemed to flutter slightly, as if it were alive.

Cursed Butterfly.

Punish all the guilty!
-

Inside the cell.

Jiang Mu gazed at the flickering firelight outside the fence and murmured:

"The hour of death has come."

"The Shen hour corresponds to the Pi hexagram, symbolizing the separation of heaven and earth, the severing of vital energy, and the approach of end in closure."

"Therefore, this person died of suffocation!"

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