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Zhou Ziqiu scrolled down again and found several other children who died from the same cause. All of them had a needle mark of the same length on their foreheads. It was obvious that the murderer was the same person. Moreover, just based on the needle mark on their foreheads, it could be determined that the murderer knew magic. No wonder Cui Yongle was called away in a hurry and then they were called back in a hurry.

Those present were all knowledgeable people; they could tell at a glance what the pinhole was for.

Soul stealing, raising ghost children!

For this reason, the Sun family, which previously had two members who used ghost children to prolong their lives, is now considered a prime suspect.

The fat man cursed under his breath. When Glasses heard the word "bastard," Wen Su and Zhou Ziqiu remained silent. Cui Yongle, knowing that everyone understood the situation, spoke up: "This matter is no small thing. Five children have already died. We don't know how many more children they will kill. We can only warn all citizens to keep a close eye on their children."

The emergence of a serial killer who specializes in killing children would inevitably cause panic among citizens, but if the information was not disseminated, more children would be killed. After weighing the options, the information was released.

"That's fine," Zhou Ziqiu said. "What about the Sun family?"

The Sun family is too suspicious; we can't let them stay out there.

"Most of the Sun family members have already been detained under some pretext, but we can't keep dragging this on." Restricting personal freedom without a reason is illegal; this method can only be used as an emergency and should not be used frequently. Finding the murderer as soon as possible is the top priority.

“I will pay a visit to Patriarch Sun tomorrow,” Zhou Ziqiu said. “I will also go to the morgue in the afternoon.”

Cui Yongle nodded; this was indeed a good solution. He stood up and looked at the man with glasses and the fat man: "Shall we go?"

Zhou Ziqiu and Wen Su didn't understand what Cui Yongle meant, but the two who were called knew. Their eyes lit up immediately, and they jumped up from the sofa: "Let's go!"

"Where to?" Zhou Ziqiu asked, frowning.

"This is a secret between the three of us." Cui Yongle was unusually playful and kept everyone in suspense. The appearance of the man in his forties seemed to be just a shell, but inside he was a young man in his twenties.

Zhou Ziqiu smiled. He hadn't seen Cui Yongle like this in a long time, as if he had returned to the past: "Then you guys go."

The next day, after having breakfast at the hotel, Zhou Ziqiu and Wen Su prepared to go to the police station. Cui Yongle even dragged them to take photos and get police IDs so that they could easily handle cases and arrest people in Guanxing.

Wen Su never imagined that he, who used to have to hide from the cops, would one day become a cop himself. He looked at his police ID card in his hand several times. The black exterior was inlaid with a silver badge surrounded by a burning flame, making it clear that this was a special department of Qingdeng.

"Special Investigation Team, Wen Su." Wen Su looked at the words on the screen, read them aloud, and suddenly chuckled.

Zhou Ziqiu put his police ID card into his coat pocket, pointed to the neatly folded police uniform on the sofa, and asked, "Want to wear this?"

I don't know where Cui Yongle got the police uniform from, but it looks quite professional.

Wen Su shook his head. He knew he wasn't a good person. He grabbed his coat from the sofa, pushed open the door, and went out: "Let's go."

The two drove to the police station where the head of the Sun family was being held. Having a police officer's ID card made things much easier; they didn't need Cui Yongle to notify them in advance and went straight into the cell.

Even though he was being controlled by others, this middle-aged patriarch remained leisurely and composed. His movements as he drank water were extremely elegant, as if the white enamel cup was some kind of Ming Dynasty tea set and the bland, tasteless water in his mouth was some kind of fine Da Hong Pao tea.

“People from Liaoyuan Pavilion,” Sun Yang chuckled, a hint of sarcasm in his voice. “What brings you here today? If you’ve come to ask me about those dead children, then I’ll answer that I don’t know.”

Zhou Ziqiu smiled and said, "When dealing with this kind of old fox, you have to be careful: 'Of course not. I just came to congratulate Mr. Sun on his succession.'"

"No need for congratulations, after all, it was all thanks to the Wish Pavilion." Sun Yang leaned back and said calmly.

Zhou Ziqiu frowned.

After practicing Tai Chi with Sun Yang for a while, Zhou Ziqiu and Wen Su left. Wen Su was not good at practicing Tai Chi with others; he had felt extremely uncomfortable inside.

“He is very hostile towards Qingdeng, or rather, towards us.” Zhou Ziqiu recalled the details of the conversation just now. When the people who came saw them, Sun Yang did not refer to “Qingdeng”, but rather to “Liaoyuan Pavilion”.

"He holds a grudge against us because we took his cake?"

“It’s very likely.” Zhou Ziqiu’s expression was grim. “Let’s be careful.”

Wen Su nodded, not taking it to heart.

Today's visit was only to probe the Sun family's attitude. Sometimes, one can judge many things just by their attitude. But for now, all we can say is that the Sun family is probably related to this case. After the probe yielded no results, the two went to the morgue and saw the children who had been maliciously murdered at a young age.

"Why are there only three?" Zhou Ziqiu looked at the staff member in charge of receiving them in confusion. The staff member seemed to have just taken office and was a little flustered. He obviously didn't know why only three corpses were brought out. He picked up his documents and was about to run back: "There might be a problem over there. I'll go check it out."

Seeing that the man was about to blow up the entire forensic institute, Zhou Ziqiu quickly grabbed him: "Three is fine, you go ahead and do your work."

The staff member smiled apologetically and left the room.

Wen Su stepped forward and pulled down the zipper, revealing the children's ashen faces. The bright red marks on their necks were striking. Zhou Ziqiu reached out and gently touched the marks. His eyelids were lowered, and his raven-feather-like eyelashes obscured his gaze. For some reason, an overwhelming sadness spread through him.

After a long while, Zhou Ziqiu sighed and raised his head again: "Their souls are indeed gone."

He saw the children struggling, but they couldn't resist the strength of the adults. They were hanged alive from the rafters, their legs initially able to kick a few times, but later their whole bodies became stiff.

He tried to see if he could see the murderer's face, but the child was too short. Moreover, in the few fleeting glances he made, he could only see that the murderer was fully armed and his face was not visible. He could only see that it was a man's hand with dark and rough skin. He told Wen Su about this feature, and Wen Su wrote it down in his notebook.

Wen Su was writing with his head down when Zhou Ziqiu noticed out of the corner of his eye that his notebook was already quite long. Curious, he leaned over and discovered that it contained the birth dates and times of several children. A circle had been drawn around each of the Yin characters, allowing Zhou Ziqiu to clearly see that each child's birth date and time contained Yin elements.

This further confirms that the murderer was raising a ghost child.

Whether the murderer is a member of the Sun family or has any connection with them is still unclear. Everyone is extremely troubled and is telling each household to take good care of their children.

Cui Yongle, Fatty, and Glasses were up to no good, always disappearing without a trace. When asked, they wouldn't say anything. The two could only try to get something out of Sun Yang, but all their efforts were in vain. Sun Yang was very cunning; he didn't say a word and held out until the police couldn't withstand the pressure and released the Sun family.

This release is like letting a tiger return to the mountains.

Late at night, urgent knocking sounded in the hotel corridor. Everyone in Qingdeng was awakened by Cui Yongle. After asking around, they learned that another boy's body had been found in the southern suburban area of ​​Guanxing.

This immediately snapped everyone out of their daze, and they dressed and rushed to the scene in a flash.

It was already 3 a.m., and the streets were eerily quiet. Only one SUV full of people sped by, so no one could hear the roaring curses coming from inside.

The fat man's face turned red with anger, and the curses he uttered became increasingly offensive. However, no one stopped him, not only because he was grumpy from being woken up from his sleep, but also because of his anger towards the murderer.

The reason why raising ghost children is considered an extremely evil form of magic is because it involves the tragic deaths of children who are no more than ten years old, all for the sake of satisfying one's own selfish desires. The children who are slaughtered don't even get reincarnated. In the eyes of the metaphysical community, it is the most vicious thing imaginable.

Anyone with a shred of conscience wouldn't harm a child.

When everyone rushed to the scene, they found that a lot of police officers had already gathered there. Many of them were yawning and had obviously just gotten out of bed, but their movements were all orderly and not chaotic at all.

Cui Yongle took out several instruments from the car and handed them to Glasses and Fatty, instructing them to use them to search the surrounding area. It was unclear what Glasses was holding; it looked like a light tube, and when pressed, it emitted a faint purple light.

The deceased was found in a bungalow. His family had reported him missing. Due to the recent high level of concern about missing children, the police immediately launched a search, but still found nothing. Until 2 a.m. tonight, someone came out of a nearby KTV after drinking. He was in a hurry to urinate and mistook the abandoned bungalow for a toilet. It wasn't until he finished urinating and was pulling up his pants that he saw what was inside the house in the dim light of the street lamp, which immediately sobered him up.

Zhou Ziqiu and Wen Su put on gloves, hairnets, and shoe covers and stepped into the scene. Because the forensic institute was far from the crime scene, and the forensic doctor needed to rush from home to the forensic institute to get something, he hadn't arrived yet. Only the police officers in charge of collecting evidence were in the room.

The deceased was dressed in red, with a rope tied around his neck and suspended off the ground, and a needle prick was found in his forehead.

By being able to confront the crime scene directly, the two of them can discover more details.

"Soul-Locking Curse".

Wen Su immediately noticed the intricate patterns on the red robe worn by the deceased. From a distance, they could be seen forming a rune, but upon closer inspection, it was difficult to discern the individual runes within the pattern. This was why the autopsy reports for the first five children did not include this detail.

But after looking at it a few more times, Wen Su noticed something was wrong. He borrowed a camera from a police officer next to him, took a picture of the runes on the deceased's body, and then showed the automatically developed photo to Zhou Ziqiu.

Zhou Ziqiu was examining the needle marks on the deceased's forehead when he saw Wen Su approaching with a photo. He glanced at it casually, but after a few glances, he realized something was wrong.

Do you know where this painting style comes from?

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