Chapter 97 Clues and Spy-like Events.
Hidden within the old-style tenement building where Mr. and Mrs. Wei Huasheng once lived is a secret space unknown to most.
When the beams of police flashlights illuminated the cramped space, the empty cans and moldy diapers spoke volumes: it wasn't a ghost, but a living person who had long inhabited this place.
The officers were already horrified just imagining someone huddled in this dark, cramped space year after year.
After a long silence, Mo Zhenbang suddenly spoke up: "Take photos and collect evidence from all angles, don't miss any corner."
Flashes of light went off one after another.
Someone lowered their voice: "How can anyone live in a space like this for long? It's practically a living coffin..."
"'The amazing dad' must be the murderer."
“The handwriting cannot be compared with the naked eye.” Xiao Sun moved closer to examine the marks on the wall. “One was written in pencil, and the other was scratched with a fingernail. But who else could it be but the murderer?”
Mo Zhenbang gestured for Liang Qikai to try to enter.
The tall and imposing Mr. Leung squeezed to the side, his shoulder wedging directly into the entrance.
"Xiao Sun, why don't you give it a try?"
Xiao Sun took a deep breath and arched his back, but even with his contorted posture and his body cramped up, there was still no way he could squeeze into the space.
Just like what Inspector Wan of Mong Kok Police Station said firmly, unless someone can shrink their bones, how could a fourth person at the crime scene possibly escape the police's notice?
At first, everyone thought it was a joke.
Unexpectedly, the real culprit actually knew how to "shrink bones".
"The scratches on the back panel must be marks left over the years. The residents repeated the same movements of coming and going day after day."
Police began to precisely measure the dimensions of the mezzanine.
The metal measuring tape was pulled out on the back panel. After multiple readings, measurements, and calculations, it was concluded that the space could only accommodate people between 110 and 120 centimeters in height.
"What does this height range mean?" Xu Jiale asked.
Zhu Qing accompanied Fang Fang to the hospital for a physical examination and saw the standard height chart for children posted in the doctor's office.
"The average height of a five-year-old child is about 110 centimeters."
Although the officers were somewhat prepared, they still frowned in unison when they heard the exact number.
Mo Zhenbang quickly dispatched police officers to request backup. Soon, forensic doctor Dr. Ye arrived with his assistant, and colleagues from the forensic department followed closely behind.
They deftly put on rubber gloves and began to systematically collect evidence.
“The excrement is probably quite old. Can we still extract DNA?” Mo Zhenbang looked away from the diaper.
“Epithelial cells can be preserved for more than ten years in a dry environment,” Dr. Ye said, turning around. “But you know how long DNA testing takes.”
Forensic investigator Sir Ma picked up an empty can and examined it carefully under the light: "The saliva DNA has long since evaporated, but look how shiny this can is. It's obviously the result of repeated licking when you're starving. Perhaps we can find clues through amylase testing."
According to previous testimonies, Huang Qiulian and the old maid Xu Yue'e rarely went out ten years ago. As long as they were at home, this parasite was unable to move freely. It is highly likely that he licked the can so clean when he was unbearably hungry and unable to go out.
While waiting for the test results, the police re-examined the case.
The silhouette of the fake novice monk and the stolen robe initially pointed to someone using a child to lure the victim into a side hall of the Tin Hau Temple for the murder. But the cramped living space before them, and the meticulously staged crime scene...
“Children can’t do that,” Zhu Qing said. “It’s simply impossible for them to remain undetected for so long.”
"The salivary amylase concentration indicates that it's highly unlikely to be a young child." Officer Ma held up the test strip and shook it, his eyes fixed on the opening of the can. "Furthermore, based on the spacing of the dents on the can, it matches the characteristics of an adult male. Of course, this is still a preliminary judgment; the detailed test report will be available in three days."
The vague guess was finally confirmed, and the answer became clear to everyone.
People whose body shape is abnormal due to skeletal diseases.
It could be dwarfism or spinal deformity.
In short, it refers to an adult whose physical development has been permanently halted.
"So the murderer did it when the victim was kneeling," Uncle Li said in a low voice. "Given the murderer's height, if the victim were standing, he wouldn't have been able to reach his back at all."
When did he begin targeting the deceased?
"They had been lurking in at least before the child abuse case. They spied on the couple's affection and arguments every day, sneaked out to hunt for food late at night, and may have even stood by the crib, staring menacingly at the sleeping child."
“He lived here for a long time and was familiar with the servants’ schedules and holidays, as well as Huang Qiulian’s washing time. When committing the crime, he wore gloves and shoe covers for protection, and with his thorough knowledge of the house’s structure, he was able to snatch the child from the crib in the master bedroom and throw him downstairs in a very short time, and then return to the mezzanine without anyone noticing.”
At that time, Wei Huasheng and Huang Qiulian's child was still young, so the nursery was temporarily used as a storage room, and the crib was placed in the master bedroom.
"The police officers who handled the case searched the entire tenement building, including the stairwells, the rooftop water tanks, the garbage room in the back alley, and even searched every household. Little did they know that while they were searching everywhere, the murderer was hiding in this mezzanine, which was the safest place for him."
"Even the homeowner who lived in the house day and night did not notice that there was an extra person in the house, so how could the police have thought of dismantling the cabinet to check inside?"
Even now, it took them several hours to thoroughly investigate when they suspected that outsiders had been living in the house for a long time.
"For the next two years, he lived with Wei Huasheng through a thin wall. With the departure of Huang Qiulian, the maid, and the children, he was able to act more freely during the day when the deceased was out working." Liang Qikai stood in the corridor, looking down at the television set covered with a white cloth downstairs. "Perhaps for countless days, he would sit on the sofa like this watching TV, fantasizing that this was his home."
This scene sent chills down everyone's spines, a bone-chilling cold rising from the depths of their hearts.
"Until one day, Wei Huasheng finally discovered a clue."
"But who would have thought that someone was living inside their own house? The original blueprints of the tenement building have long been lost, and even the property deed does not record or mark this mezzanine."
“He noticed something amiss time and time again, but the traces were erased each time.” Zhu Qing looked around the old house. “In the end, it could only be attributed to ghosts and spirits.”
“Sending the child away and moving away from here is his way of saving himself.”
"After Wei Huasheng moved out, the murderer also left, but continued to secretly follow the victim. The victim sometimes felt that he was being followed, and sometimes he thought that he was just being paranoid. In the end, he suspected that he had a mental problem."
This reasoning is airtight, but it makes one reluctant to think too deeply about it.
Mr. Wei, a serious and kind-hearted man, also suffered greatly during those ten years.
That was a fear that followed you like a shadow.
The evidence collection work is still ongoing, but the discussion has gradually subsided.
Only the clicking of camera shutters, footsteps, and the rustling of evidence bags echoed in the room.
...
It was late at night when all the evidence was sealed and taken back to the police station.
On her way home, Zhu Qing had three colleagues crammed into her car.
"knock off!"
"Go back and get a good night's sleep. There's still a tough battle ahead."
When Zhu Qing opened the door, she deliberately moved quietly, afraid of disturbing her sleeping family.
The wall lamp in the entryway was still lit for her, casting a soft halo of light in the darkness.
"Coco." Sheng Peirong's sleepy call came from the master bedroom.
Even though she had already gone to bed, she was worried about her daughter who was coming home late, and when she heard the door open, she mumbled some instructions in her sleep.
"There's soup simmering in the kitchen, remember to drink it. Staying up late takes a toll on your energy, you need to replenish it."
The mother's murmured instructions grew softer and softer.
"Okay." Zhu Qing unconsciously softened her voice.
In the kitchen, the soup bowls were kept at a comfortable temperature.
Zhu Qing was too lazy to pick up a spoon, so she held the warm soup bowl in both hands and slowly drank it.
When she went upstairs to her bedroom, she noticed that the wall lamp in the hallway cast a warm glow on the floor.
A Transformers model stood prominently in front of her door.
Zhu Qing remembered that Sheng Fang had introduced the name of the Transformers to her countless times, but she had forgotten it.
At this moment, it stood proudly in front of the door, its arm joints adjusted to a raised position, with a piece of paper between its palms.
"good evening."
This is a little note that Shengfang left for her.
One can imagine how seriously he wrote those two words, and how he sat on the floor repeatedly adjusting his grip on the toy.
Zhu Qing's lips unconsciously curled upwards.
These were once mighty Transformers, but now, having come to Fangfang's house, they've taken on the mission of delivering little notes.
The door to the children's room was gently pushed open.
The baby was sleeping on his back, his mouth slightly moving, and the dimples on his cheeks looked particularly deep.
Did you dream about something delicious?
"Goodnight, Fangfang." Zhu Qing picked up the "Uncle Bear" that had fallen to the ground and put it back into his warm embrace.
...
Last night before going to bed, Fangfang made an agreement with her older sister to be quieter when going to school this morning.
Qingzai is always working overtime, so I need to let her get a good night's sleep.
Who knew that as soon as Fangfang opened her eyes in the morning, she would see her niece standing in front of her bed.
Remembering what Xiaomei from kindergarten had said about not rubbing your eyes, Fangfang used two little fingers to pry open her eyelids to make sure she wasn't seeing things.
"Qingzai!"
With a cheer, Shengfang rolled halfway around on the children's bed and then sat up abruptly.
"Qingzai, why are you up so early?"
"I'll take you to kindergarten." Zhu Qing smiled and gently pinched his little nose.
"That's great!"
Children's happiness is always so simple.
Her special early morning wake-up call was rewarded with the purest smiles on the children's faces, and even the complicated case was temporarily forgotten. On the way to school, Fangfang, sitting in the back seat, shook her little head, counting on her fingers where they would go to play after the case was over, as if a bright future was just around the corner.
A black SUV came to a steady stop in front of the kindergarten.
Today, Shengfang didn't enter the school gate by herself; instead, her niece led her in by the hand, and the smile on her little face was even more dazzling than the morning sun.
The kindergarten entrance was already bustling with activity, as children chattered excitedly as they walked in. Suddenly, they spotted Zhu Qing, and the little ones' eyes lit up, skipping and jumping as they gathered around her.
"Good morning, niece!"
"It's been so long since I've seen you!"
Zhu Qing has completely adapted to being everyone's niece.
Seeing this, Shengfang stretched out her short arms to block her way: "My niece has been very busy lately."
This is the kind of attitude a celebrity assistant would use to deal with a small fan.
Just then, the school bus arrived at the station.
Another group of children rushed off the bus, their little mouths chattering away, making the scene even more chaotic.
Shengfang immediately turned to the side and gestured with her small hand: "This way."
He was already short enough, yet he still bent over in a serious manner, using exaggerated gestures to escort Zhu Qing back to the car.
While fastening her seatbelt, Zhu Qing squinted and asked, "Have you been watching any weird TV shows lately?"
“Yesterday was the weekend,” Fangfang said matter-of-factly.
No one can interfere with the young master's leisure time.
After saying that, he waved and turned around coolly: "Back to school, bye-bye."
Shengfang swaggered forward, kicking her short legs, her empty little backpack bouncing with each step.
"I can--"
The little feet that were blooming suddenly stopped.
Is that Qingzai speaking?
Zhu Qing leaned against the car window and deliberately dragged out her words: "I'll miss you."
Aunt Ping told her this morning that Fangfang received a call from her yesterday afternoon and muttered to herself for a long time.
From Qingzai missing him to the little one's own wishful thinking, Fangfang would never admit it.
At this moment, the young master of the Sheng family turned around and saw his niece looking at him with a smile.
Fangfang grinned, revealing her adorable little teeth: "I knew it."
...
When Zhu Qing stepped into the police station, her colleagues were still discussing the mezzanine they had discovered in the Wei family's old house the day before.
"I almost had a nightmare."
"I couldn't sleep at all last night. I even got up in the middle of the night and checked all the closets in the house."
The officers discussed their new findings from the previous night, organized their data, and entered the conference room one after another.
“It will take at least three more days for the complete DNA comparison and trace evidence test reports to come out,” Mo Zhenbang said, frowning. “The report’s conclusions can be used to convict, but finding the person can’t wait; we must identify the target as soon as possible.”
Last night, Mo Zhenbang deployed police to protect the deceased's son, Wei Ansheng, and his ex-wife, Huang Qiulian. Initially, the police planned to place the mother and son in a designated safe house, but Huang Qiulian objected. She volunteered to stay temporarily at Sacred Heart Estate, where the tight security would ensure their safety, and Wei Ansheng was also deemed unfit to go out.
As the situation has unfolded, the police have made multiple visits, and rumors have begun to circulate at the community center, but we can't afford to worry about that now. At this stage, ensuring safety is far more important than quelling rumors.
"Let's find them quickly," Haozai interjected half-jokingly, not for any other reason than to close the case as soon as possible and get a break.
Compared to the somber atmosphere of the previous days, the atmosphere at the CID was noticeably more relaxed.
After all, the outline of the case has finally become clear.
Mo Zhenbang took out a photograph of the engravings made from the interlayer wall panel from the evidence bag, nailed it to a whiteboard, and compared it side by side with the writing under the prayer cushion in the side hall of the Tianhou Temple.
"Initially, it was judged to be a child's handwriting, with heavy strokes and unstable lines. Based on the spacing and structure of the characters, it was consistent with the writing characteristics of a five- to seven-year-old child. But now it seems that it could also be an adult with abnormal hand development."
"But why would you falsify the time of death, deliberately mislead the police, and move the time of death forward by an hour?" an officer asked.
The murmurs below rose and fell.
"The murderer touched the victim's cell phone?" Zhu Qing suddenly asked. "He discovered that the victim's younger brother, Wei Xusheng, had called not long ago."
"Killing two birds with one stone," Mo Zhenbang pondered. "It will take Wei Huasheng's life and make his younger brother take the blame."
"But what was the killer's motive? Wei Huasheng has been doing charity work for over twenty years and has helped so many people..."
“A classic case of the farmer and the snake,” Liang Qikai said. “The list of donors would be printed out in a long stack, but who knows if the deceased had once saved an ungrateful wretch?”
The direction of the investigation was thus clarified.
For two whole days, the officers were reviewing the files.
They successively retrieved the donation lists of the foundations under the name of the deceased Wei Huasheng, focusing on screening associations for disabled youth and special schools, even including the files of students who dropped out midway. Regarding special funds, they investigated personal assistance programs targeting dwarfism or other disabilities.
In the afternoon, the police visited Wei Huasheng's toy company headquarters again.
The scope was expanded to include the company's employee records over the past ten to fifteen years, including disabled employees who have already left the company.
"Employees with dwarfism or spinal deformities?" The company's HR flipped through the files. "I've been with the company since its inception. We have indeed hired disabled employees over the years, but the characteristics you mentioned... we don't think we have any."
Director Fan and others also fell into reminiscence.
Have you heard of any employees' family members suffering from dwarfism or growth hormone deficiency?
"Or have any employees been reassigned or left due to special care needed for disabled family members?"
Are there any patients on the production line suffering from the aftereffects of spinal compression accidents?
Every question received a serious response from the elders, but the answer was always negative.
By evening, there was still no progress.
“This kind of investigation is a huge undertaking,” Mo Zhenbang said. “It can’t be rushed, but it can’t be stopped either.”
One by one, the lights in the criminal investigation team's office were turned on.
The killer is still hiding in the shadows, but the police are confident that they will eventually bring him to justice.
Just as the officers were engrossed in sorting through the clues, Mo Zhenbang suddenly asked, "Have you gotten any results from the professional investigation?"
Xiao Sun opened the documents and gave a report.
During the case analysis meeting two days ago, Zhu Qing mentioned that the murderer possessed professional knowledge of corpse disposal and might be engaged in a related profession. At that time, Mo Zhenbang instructed his subordinates to form groups to conduct investigations targeting specific professional groups.
"Those who can precisely control the temperature of a corpse and influence the assessment of rigor mortis need to master this knowledge," Xiao Sun said. "According to Ah Tou's instructions, we investigated the prop masters and special effects makeup artists who make fake corpses at film companies, mortuary staff, and funeral industry practitioners. These people are the most familiar with the corpse handling process."
Pointing to the photos of the scene, he added, "In particular, the murderer knew how to use heavy objects to compress and fix the lividity, a technique that most people would find hard to imagine."
"But so far, no relevant clues have been found." He shook his head helplessly.
Everyone flipped through the documents in their hands, their expressions revealing anxiety.
"Besides the human funeral industry..." Zhu Qing paused thoughtfully for a moment, "What about the pet funeral industry? Animal carcasses also undergo a complete decomposition process, including rigor mortis and livor mortis."
This novel perspective invigorated everyone and sparked a new investigation.
...
Mo Zhenbang requested that the scope of the investigation be expanded to include the pet funeral industry.
As the investigation deepened, the scope of the investigation was further refined by considering the key characteristic that the perpetrator was likely to have a physical deformity.
The officers hurried in and out, bringing back clues one after another.
“We retrieved the Labour Department’s filing records, which show that three months ago, an applicant who was only 113 centimeters tall was rejected for falsely reporting a work injury.”
The applicant's name on the file is listed as "Guan Xijiu".
She is 29 years old and works as a pet funeral director.
Meanwhile, another set of police officer IDs were cross-checked with the list of disability certificate applicants, the deceased's pre-death financial aid records, and information on company partners, but no breakthrough has been made yet.
Mo Zhenbang: "We must immediately conduct a thorough investigation into all of Guan Xijiu's background information and current address. We need to ascertain his whereabouts as soon as possible."
That evening, officers went to the pet funeral home listed in the records.
This is a dilapidated shop; even the signboard casually placed at the entrance is faded.
Inside the store, a middle-aged man frowned after hearing the police's purpose for coming.
"Guan Xijiu? There is such a person. We took him in because we felt sorry for him. As long as he is hardworking and reliable, his short stature is not a problem."
“He worked here for three years. He was honest at first, but then…” The shop owner shook his head. “He even got the furnace temperature wrong for pet cremation, and the labels on the urns were all messed up. He was always lazy and tried to cheat people. In the end, he even pretended to be burned to scam compensation. People like that can’t be kept around. I fired him immediately.”
"Do you know where he is now?" the officer pressed.
"Who knows?" the shop owner shrugged. "I don't know where they make a living, but these kinds of people never starve. They're like rats in the gutter, always finding a place to survive."
The clues about Guan Xijiu went cold again at this point.
The police couldn't even confirm whether Guan Xijiu was the ghost that had infiltrated the Wei family. Perhaps it was just a coincidence? But this lead still needed to be followed.
During the visit, the topic turned to Huang Qiulian.
When the police were arranging a safe place for her, they asked if she knew such a dwarf, and Huang Qiulian froze instantly. After being released from prison, she met her ex-husband again. When he mentioned ghosts, she truly believed he had gone mad. She even wondered if he had unknowingly harmed their child ten years ago due to mental problems.
At that time, she felt both resentful and helpless. She thought of her ex-husband's former high spirits and everything he had done for the children... There was no evidence, and besides, he had already served ten years in prison. How could she make up for the lost years and reputation? She might as well let it go.
When the police informed her of the inference that someone had been living in their house for a long time, she felt as if she had been struck by lightning and her whole body went cold.
Despite the lingering fear, a faint flame of hope rekindled in her heart.
“Huang Qiulian’s eyes were very red at the time,” Zeng Yongshan said. “She asked me in a trembling voice, ‘If... if it is really proven that she didn’t do it, what will be done?’”
"I said I would initiate compensation proceedings. But I'm not clear on the specific procedures..."
"But what can compensate for besides money? No matter how much money you have, you can't buy back ten years of lost time, nor can you buy back your child's health."
How could one truly become numb to ten years of injustice? On the surface, Huang Qiulian said she didn't care and accepted her fate, but those grievances and pains were simply buried too deep, and she even deceived herself.
The police remained silent, as if a heavy stone was pressing on their hearts.
That family shouldn't have been like this.
A wife suffering from postpartum depression, a distraught husband, a crying newborn… these are difficult times that every couple may experience. But they once loved each other and cherished their family; they should have weathered the storm. If they had gotten through that period smoothly, perhaps one day the couple could look at their now-grown child and smile as they reminisce about how chaotic things were back then.
However, everything came to an abrupt end.
Will she be able to return to the podium in the future?
No one answered.
Huang Qiulian's teaching qualification was revoked ten years ago. Even if the case is overturned, there is still a long way to go. How easy is it to rebuild one's life?
Would parents feel comfortable entrusting their children to a teacher who has a history of child abuse, even if she has been wrongly accused?
"This family has been wronged so much..."
"That's why we need to give them justice."
In the CID office at night, the sound of documents being flipped through was almost constant.
"That's all for today." Mo Zhenbang's voice was hoarse as he tapped the file book on the table with his fingertips. "We can't find any living people just by relying on these paper materials. We'll start on-site investigations in groups tomorrow."
The officers patted each other on the shoulder and went their separate ways.
The weary shadows were stretched and intertwined under the streetlights.
We'll continue tomorrow; we'll eventually find that "ghost" lurking in the cracks of the wall.
...
As night deepened, Zhu Qing returned home, fragments of the case still swirling in her mind.
These days, the children are back in the embrace of the ball pit, their little hands grabbing colorful balls and tossing them around.
Zhu Qing sat opposite him, playing a ball-throwing game with the children, but her thoughts had already drifted far away.
Where is the murderer hiding?
A thorough search is difficult enough, but the other party is a hidden figure who has been able to infiltrate the Wei family for at least two years without being discovered. He was even able to silently follow Wei Huasheng for many years, making the shrewd businessman, in the face of repeated "ghostly" incidents, prefer to suspect that he had gone insane rather than uncover the truth.
What is also puzzling is that no connection has been found between the deceased and the murderer to date.
Is this hatred really without any reason?
With a "thud," a bubble ball accurately hit Zhu Qing's forehead.
"Qingzai, you need to concentrate when playing with the kids!"
The child, who usually acts like a mature old man, now insists in a childish voice that he is a little kid.
Fangfang leaned closer to her, her clear eyes blinking rapidly: "What are you thinking about? I'll help you..."
Zhu Qing casually tossed the ball back into the ball pit, muttering to herself, "'Amazing Dad'... what does that mean?"
Ten years ago and today, the same words were used. Was the murderer mocking the victim?
"Of course I think Dad is amazing!" Fangfang answered innocently.
A simple sentence, yet it was like a key, clicking open her confused thoughts.
Hiding in the Wei family's nursery was a desire to become the "child" of this family; abandoning Xiao Ansheng downstairs was out of jealousy that he had his father's love.
The boy, Xiang Binbin, who was paralyzed from the neck down due to a car accident, suddenly lost focus while crossing the road... Could it be that the deceased's intuition was right, and that the child was targeted simply because he was "as close as father and son" with the student he sponsored, Xiang Binbin?
Just as the murderer hid in the mezzanine of an old tenement building to observe the family's daily routine, he was also able to track Xiang Binbin.
When a teenager crosses the road alone, only a little interference is needed to create an "accident".
The result of high-level paraplegia is more cruel than death. It not only ruined the promising student that Wei Huasheng had placed his hopes on, but also left him to live with self-blame for the rest of his life.
Zhu Qing suddenly stood up and took out her cell phone: "When is the deceased's funeral?"
"The funeral... I heard it was tomorrow?"
"Is the funeral hall all set up?" she asked, grabbing her car keys while reassuring the children.
"I'll play in the ball pit with you for three hours after the case is closed."
...
Police sirens pierced the night sky.
On the bus, Mo Zhenbang received the latest report.
“We’ve found out about Guan Xijiu’s background. His mother ran away, and his father disliked his disability and constantly beat and scolded him since he was a child. After he ran away from home, he didn’t take his disability certificate with him, and his family members fraudulently claimed all the government subsidies, so we haven’t been able to track him down.”
"But we still don't know what connection he had with the deceased..."
The call ended, and three police cars had already come to a stop outside the mourning hall.
The mourning hall was deathly silent, with only the faint light of white candles.
Wei Huasheng's portrait hangs in the center. He was usually stern and rarely smiled, but this photo shows a rare gentle smile.
Kneeling before the coffin was a figure dressed in children's mourning clothes, slowly burning paper money.
Amidst the swirling smoke, his movements were devout, as if he were performing some kind of ritual.
"Don't move!"
"Guan Xijiu, hands up!"
The man paused, then slowly raised his hands and turned around—
A childlike body, a grown man's face.
He was keeping watch for Wei Huasheng.
That night, Guan Xijiu finally got what he wanted.
To be Mr. Wei's son openly and honestly.
...
Shengfang was completely submerged in the ball pit, diving down and then popping up again, with the balls tumbling down with a "whoosh".
He knew he had to pick up each ball himself, but so what? His small figure darted around the courtyard, happily collecting them.
Qingzai promised to play in the ball pit with him for three hours after the case was closed.
But Shengfang felt that three hours was not enough.
He wants to sleep here!
The children learned from their older sister and niece's strong sense of responsibility, went upstairs to bring back a soft little pillow and "Uncle Bear," and lay down in the ball pit without saying a word.
He swung his little feet, looking determined.
Sheng Peirong and Aunt Ping took turns trying to coax him, but nothing they did worked.
The young master only listens to his niece.
The blooming flowers piled up the boba balls into a small mountain, nestled inside like being covered with a blanket.
He comfortably rested his two chubby little hands behind his head, his round eyes gazing unblinkingly at the starry sky.
"You're not taking me along again—" Sheng Fang raised her round face proudly, "Fang Sir, you won't help Qingzai solve cases anymore."
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