Why are you trying to steal her destiny? She's the little ancestor of the Xuanmen sect!

"Detective Qin, this is the monitoring room." Qing Huai led Xiao Jiu Jiu and the others to the monitoring room with familiarity.

The property management for this entire residential complex is handled by the same company, and there are surveillance cameras at several locations on each floor.

The three went inside, where several people were checking surveillance footage from the previous week.

Qinghuai asked, "Did you find anything?"

"I haven't seen it yet."

One of them shook his head.

Another person in charge of the entrance surveillance said, "We mainly reviewed the footage from the day before and after Zhang Fugui returned home, and found that no one went in during that time."

"Are you sure only Zhang Fugui went in?" Qin Yuhai asked again.

If that's really the case, then Zhang Fugui has indeed been confirmed to have died from the backlash.

Xiao Jiu Jiu held Qin Yu Hai's hand: "He died from the backlash, I'm not mistaken about that."

"We still need to see if anyone else has been to the crime scene," Qin Yuhai said sternly.

Qinghuai remained silent.

Just then, one of them stood up: "Come and see!"

The surveillance footage showed that just ten minutes before they arrived at the crime scene, a person dressed in all black and wearing a mask left the area.

The man was carrying a bag and wasn't walking furtively; he strode away.

It was as if they knew they wouldn't be caught.

"This person's face is covered, so I can't see what they look like." Xiao Jiujiu looked at the person on the screen.

The man was not tall and was rather thin.

Qin Yuhai pointed at the blurry figure on the screen, his brows furrowed: "Is it a woman?"

“Men can be that thin too,” Xiao Jiu Jiu disagreed.

Qinghuai nodded: "In our line of work, there are quite a few people who are extremely thin for various reasons."

"However, why did he go into Zhang Fugui's house?" Qin Yuhai still couldn't figure this out.

If he wasn't the murderer, why would he go to the crime scene to take something?

"Check if he's been around here in the last few days. Can we pinpoint this person?" Qinghuai asked curiously.

Xiao Jiujiu looked at him: "Do you think you can lock onto him just by your body shape?"

"Try it."

Several people checked the surveillance footage together, but they couldn't find anyone who matched the criteria.

"So he went to the crime scene just to get the bag?" Qin Yuhai asked incredulously. "What was in the bag?"

Xiao Jiu Jiu pointed thoughtfully at the bag on the screen: "I think I've seen this bag before, haven't I?"

"Where have you seen it?"

Xiao Jiu Jiu recalled the scene of her meeting with Zhang Fugui and quickly remembered: "Zhang Fugui carried this bag before. He took out a talisman from it and gave it to Yang Hao. I've seen it before."

"Besides the talismans, do you know anything else important?" Qin Yuhai asked casually.

Shaking her head, Xiao Jiujiu said, "I don't know. That was the first time we met. He came up and provoked me right away."

We have conflicts, and we're not close.

"There might be evidence left behind from conversations with the real culprit in this bag." Qin Yuhai frowned.

Xiao Jiujiu glanced at it: "Maybe."

"However, he deserved to die." Xiao Jiujiu's expression suddenly turned cold.

This person has harmed many people and helped Yang Hao do bad things.

They deserved to suffer the backlash!

Qin Yuhai picked up Xiao Jiujiu.

Qinghuai said, "Keep investigating this person. It's okay if we can't find anything."

"How to say?"

Qin Yuhai looked at him curiously.

Qinghuai smiled and said, "We've already sprinkled tracking powder inside the house. As long as I take out my tracking butterfly, I can find them."

"Okay, thank you for tonight." Qin Yuhai nodded to him.

Their visit to the crime scene wasn't entirely fruitless; they found at least a fingernail.

Qinghuai waved his hand: "You're welcome. It's what I should do. Captain Yu also said he would help you more."

"Let's go, Xiaojiu."

Qin Yuhai picked up Xiao Jiu Jiu and prepared to leave.

Little Nine-Nine stretched out her hand and waved: "Bye-bye~"

"Bye-Bye."

*

It was already 1 a.m. when I got back to the Qin family home.

As soon as Xiao Jiu Jiu got on the bus, she lay down on the back seat and kept yawning. Later, she simply lay down and fell asleep.

After the car came to a stop, Qin Yuhai opened the back door, and Xiao Jiujiu was fast asleep.

One leg dangled down and landed on the floor mat.

He placed his other leg directly on the door handle.

Sleeping in a very relaxed and unrestrained manner.

Qin Yuhai chuckled and picked up Xiao Jiu Jiu.

"Young Master Qin!"

Butler Zhou from the villa in the capital had been waiting for a long time.

Seeing the housekeeper, Qin Yuhai was still a little puzzled: "Why aren't you asleep yet, it's so late?"

"President Qin was worried about you all and couldn't sleep," the butler said with an awkward smile.

Qin Yuhai nodded: "I understand. You can drive the car to the garage."

"it is good."

"Hmm?" Little Jiu Jiu woke up when she heard the sound.

She wrapped one arm around Qin Yuhai's neck and rubbed her eyes with the other: "Are we home, Uncle?"

"Got home."

Qin Yuhai held her with one arm and used the other to pull away Xiao Jiujiu's hand that was rubbing her eyes: "Don't rub your eyes, there are germs."

"Good."

Xiao Jiu Jiu nodded, broke free from Qin Yu Hai's embrace, and jumped to the ground.

"Be careful."

"I am fine."

The two entered the villa.

The TV inside the villa was on, but I didn't know what it was playing.

Qin Yuyang sat on the sofa, watching TV with a serious expression.

Hearing the noise, Qin Yuyang turned around and looked at them: "You two! Where have you been so late?"

The two of them left as soon as they got off the plane without saying goodbye, which was exhausting.

Qin Yuhai replied, "We went to the place where Zhang Fugui had the accident to take a look."

"You took a child to the crime scene?" Qin Yuyang asked in return.

Standing to the side, Xiao Jiu Jiu had entered a state of enlightenment, her eyes closing intermittently, as if she were about to fall asleep again.

I get sleepy just listening to them talk.

Qin Yuyang glared at Qin Yuhai: "Xiao Jiu is just a child, how can she go to those bloody places!"

"I can go."

Xiao Jiujiu spoke slowly, her head gradually drooping downwards.

Qin Yuhai frowned and picked up Xiao Jiu Jiu: "Xiao Jiu knows more than you think, and she can be a great help to me."

"Don't take her out too much; it's better for the child to stay at home," Qin Yuyang said casually.

It's very unlucky for a five-year-old to run to a place where someone has died in the middle of the night; it's better to stay at home.

Qin Yuhai retorted with a stern face: "No, I'm going to take Xiao Jiu with me, and Xiao Jiu is happy to come with me."

"OK OK!"

Just then, Ye Xuan came downstairs: "What are you two grown men arguing about in the middle of the night? Can't you see that Xiao Jiu is sleepy?"

"And you, Lao Qin, haven't come home to sleep in so long. Aren't you going to work tomorrow?" She was wearing a silk nightgown with a coat over her shoulders, and her hair was casually draped over her shoulders.

Upon arriving in front of Qin Yuhai, Ye Xuan took the small coin.

She paused for a moment when she received it: "So heavy?"

"Aunt Ye!" Little Jiu Jiu woke up immediately, looking at Ye Xuan with a pitiful expression.

Ye Xuan smiled and said, "Okay, okay, I misspoke. Xiao Jiu isn't heavy at all."

"Humph!"

With a soft hum, Xiao Jiu Jiu said in a sweet, childlike voice, "Uncle, Dad, I want to sleep."

"Go back to sleep, we'll talk about it tomorrow." Seeing this, Qin Yuyang didn't press the matter further and went upstairs.

the next morning.

Qin Yuyang took the initiative to speak to Qin Yuhai: "My tone was a bit off last night, so, so..."

"I shouldn't have taken Xiao Jiu out so late." The two looked at each other and said nothing more.

After clearing his throat twice, Qin Yuyang asked again, "That Zhang Fugui seemed pretty powerful when I watched it. Is he really dead?"

I thought, surely a master like him wouldn't die so easily?"

"He is indeed dead."

Qin Yuhai gave him a printed photo: "He's had all his blood drained; there's not a single good piece of flesh on his body."

Even if someone is a master, it's useless; there are many people with tricks up their sleeves.

Killing him would be very easy.

Besides, he was suffering the consequences of his own curse.

"Is there anything I can help you with?" Qin Yuyang asked Qin Yuhai.

Qin Yuhai thought for a moment and said, "There is one."

"what?"

"Arrange to meet Yang Hao." Qin Yuhai's expression changed slightly.

Qin Yuyang was taken aback: "I wanted to beat him to death when I saw him, so why would I invite him out?"

"I received a phone call this morning."

Qin Yuhai's face turned cold: "Qinghuai has found some clues. They said that based on the investigation by the tracking fans, they have only identified one person."

It's Yang Hao!

"Besides us, the only other people who went to the crime scene yesterday were a man in black whose whereabouts are unknown and Yang Hao."

"Why wasn't the other person caught?" Xiao Jiu Jiu asked, rubbing her eyes as she came downstairs, still half asleep.

Qin Yuhai said, "That person took off all his clothes, and I don't know what method he used, but he washed away the tracking powder."

The tracking butterflies couldn't catch him; when they arrived, all they had left were his clothes.

"Is Yang Hao really involved in this?" Qin Yuyang asked coldly. "He certainly has a lot on his mind."

Qin Yuhai looked at Qin Yuyang: "So you need to lure them out and have a proper conversation with them."

"Alright then," Qin Yuyang conceded. "I'll try to ask him out, but if he doesn't come, there's nothing I can do."

Little Jiu Jiu smiled and said, "Go ahead, Pikachu's dad!"

"Huh?" Qin Yuyang looked at Xiao Jiujiu in confusion.

Qin Yuhai smiled and said, "Xiao Jiu, come and eat some noodles."

"Coming!"

*

the other side.

Yang Hao took a bunch of chrysanthemums to the crime scene: "I heard the master died here, so I came to see him."

He looked very sad, placed the chrysanthemums by the door, and pretended to wipe away two tears.

The police officer walked over and asked routinely, "What is your relationship with Zhang Fugui?"

“I am his client. He is a master, very capable.”

Yang Hao was wearing a black suit and had a somber expression, looking quite convincing.

The policeman noticed that his clothes were decent, but the white chrysanthemums he was holding looked cheap.

"Are you two on good terms?" the policeman suddenly asked.

Yang Hao nodded: "We have a pretty good relationship. I often ask the master for help with small things at home."

"is it?"

Qinghuai came out and stared at Yang Hao.

Yang Hao is now a prime suspect.

Qinghuai asked, "Where were you yesterday?"

"I've been at the company the whole time, I'm very busy." Yang Hao emphasized that he was very busy, but didn't say anything else.

They couldn't produce any concrete evidence, and they had no way to arrest anyone.

Qinghuai asked a couple of questions and then stopped pressing for details: "Okay, is there anything else you need?"

"That's all, I'm leaving now."

Yang Hao nodded to them and turned to leave.

leave here.

Yang Hao felt extremely uncomfortable.

Zhang Fugui's approach to me also has ulterior motives.

When he got home last night, he threw away all the things Zhang Fugui had given him.

He feels unsafe anywhere now.

Fearing being harmed, Yang Hao drove away and went to the antique shop.

He learned about this antique shop through a friend.

I heard that the owner here is a master craftsman, a very skilled weapon refiner, who has created exorcising treasures.

So Yang Hao wanted to spend money to buy the treasure mainly to put his mind at ease.

"Knock knock knock."

Yang Hao knocked on the door and entered the antique shop: "Hello, are you the owner?"

An old man was sitting in a rocking chair in the shop.

The old man's eyes were very shrewd: "Yes, sir. What brings you here?"

"Um... I want to buy a magic item to ward off evil spirits," Yang Hao explained his purpose, looking earnestly at the old man.

The old man sized him up and said casually, "Yes, quite a few celebrities come here to buy things, but the prices..."

"I understand. Name your price!"

Yang Hao is not short of money, so he doesn't care about the price at all.

I just felt that Zhang Fugui was weird, and if I didn't want his things, I would replace them with something else.

The old man said slowly and deliberately, "Not expensive, ten million."

"Row!"

Yang Hao agreed without even frowning.

The old man got up and took out a black wooden box from behind the counter.

The wooden box is carved with dragon patterns.

He opened it and found a token inside: "This is a general's token, made of black iron. It has been with the great general for a thousand years and is quite durable."

No evil spirits will dare to approach you; you'll be safe if you carry it with you.

Yang Hao eagerly took the token into his hand.

The cold token felt heavy.

Holding the token made him feel relaxed, and the inexplicable pressure on him disappeared.

Without saying a word, Yang Hao paid and left with the token.

The old man stood up, watched Yang Hao's departing figure from afar, snorted softly, and closed the door.

I closed a big deal today, so I can leave here now.

Yang Hao hadn't driven far when Qin Yuyang called.

Looking at Qin Yuyang's phone, Yang Hao couldn't help but curse, "You dare call me!"

"Hey?"

When the call was connected, Yang Hao's tone wasn't exactly friendly.

Qin Yuyang cut to the chase: "Are you free? Let's meet up."

"You think you can just see me like that?" Yang Hao raised an eyebrow, clearly unwilling.

Qin Yuyang said, "I know you went to the crime scene yesterday. If you have time, let's chat."

"Are you trying to threaten me?" Yang Hao's voice turned cold.

Qin Yuyang denied it, saying, "No, I just have some questions for you. Just tell me if you're coming or not."

"Yes, of course I'll go!"

Yang Hao pressed further, "Who else knows about this?"

"Don't worry about me."

Hearing Qin Yuyang say this, Yang Hao pondered for a while, then remembered the notebook from before, and curled his lips: "Perfect timing, I also have something to tell you."

Let's arrange a place to meet.

Yang Hao: "You decide."

"I've sent you the address, hurry up."

After saying that, Qin Yuyang hung up the phone without waiting for Yang Hao's reply...