Chapter 17 Operation
Zhang Zixi dragged her tired body back to the dormitory, feeling both exhausted and hungry.
Unable to wait to order takeout, she cooked herself a bowl of instant noodles.
She spent the entire day at the hospital; her nephew's sudden death had thrown the family into chaos.
Her uncle went to the police station, leaving her to take care of her aunt who had fainted after receiving the news.
When her uncle returned from the police station that evening and took over Zhang Zixi's shift, she was finally able to come home and rest.
While eating instant noodles, Zhang Zixi started scrolling through music, trying to relax after a heavy day.
I don't know how big data located her, but she somehow ended up in a metaphysical live stream where people were betting on the Li Guang serial murder case.
Zhang Zixi was so angry that her head was spinning.
The family was exhausted by this, and three happy families were broken up, yet these streamers joked about it.
She was so angry that she dropped her chopsticks on the ground.
When Zhang Zixi saw the girl named [Qian Nian Gang Tong Wang] take out a talisman that shone brightly with golden light, she felt even more confused.
The tricks people use to pretend to be supernatural these days are really sophisticated.
When the host said it was a kind of evil magic, Zhang Zixi almost burst out laughing.
That's quite a fabrication.
Zhang Zixi left the live stream to complain to her parents about the matter.
I dare not mention it to my aunt and uncle, for fear of rubbing salt into their wounds.
Unexpectedly, her father seemed thoughtful after hearing this.
“Xiao Le was indeed born at noon. You young people might not know that noon is exactly between 11:00 AM and 1:00 PM. I remember it very clearly. We were having lunch that day when your uncle suddenly called to say that your aunt had gone into premature labor. It’s strange, how did the anchor know about this? Even the police didn’t ask.”
"No way, Dad, you actually believe in this kind of crooked nonsense?"
Zhang Zixi's mother said, "Your father has always believed in these things. He even consulted a master to calculate your name."
The next day, Zhang Zixi's father called her: "What's the name of that streamer? I'd like to see the full screen recording."
Zhang Zixi was extremely surprised, "Dad! You really believe it?"
“I don’t completely believe it, but I’ve spoken with the parents of the other two families, and their children were also born at the same time. I’d like to take into consideration the views of that streamer.”
The live PK between Xuancheng Daoist and Qiannian Gangtong yesterday was very popular.
A simple search will yield slices.
Zhang Zixi's father also found it bizarre after reading it.
The Three Powers are reversed, the Yin and Yang spirits return, and life and death are reversed?
But he still sent the video clips to an old friend of his at the police station.
Inside the police station, a group of police officers frowned as they looked at a map of Kokwang City.
"Is this the pattern of corpse disposal we've been searching for? Are these three locations the three flawed positions in the feng shui formation: 'Li Palace,' 'Kun Palace,' and 'Dui Palace'?"
Young police officer Xiao Zhuang looked on incredulously. "This girl's story sounds so convincing. Could she really provide us with crucial clues to solve the case?"
Wang, the experienced veteran detective standing to the side, frowned deeply. After a moment of contemplation, he slowly spoke: "I don't believe that such an evil technique of bringing the dead back to life truly exists. But the murderer has already committed three crimes; he's a ruthless and depraved person. What if he saw this evil technique in an ancient book and actually tried it?"
"Although what she said sounds a bit mystical from a metaphysical perspective, if you think about it carefully, the location where the body was dumped and the location of the feng shui formation she mentioned actually match up. Moreover, if we can really follow this line of investigation, we might actually dig up something."
Xiao Li, who was in charge of the physical evidence investigation, pushed up his glasses. "Captain Wang, the three-colored sacrificial soil, lightning-struck jujube wood, and blood from endangered animals that she mentioned are indeed uncommon. If the murderer really used them, there would definitely be traces left in the procurement channels. Perhaps we can broaden our thinking and send a few people to investigate, even if it's a last resort."
At this moment, Zhao, the forensic doctor who had been silent, nodded. "Judging from the murderer's modus operandi, he was meticulous and had a certain degree of counter-investigation ability. If there is really metaphysical knowledge behind it, it can explain why there were almost no useful clues left at the scene. This girl's reasoning may provide us with a new direction for solving the case."
Captain Wang slammed his hand on the table, stood up, and said with a determined look in his eyes, "No matter what, this is the most valuable clue we've obtained so far. Everyone, get moving immediately and follow the direction provided by the Millennium Network to investigate black market transactions and special item procurement channels to see if we can find any trace of the murderer."
The officers responded in unison, "Yes, sir!"
They quickly got up and got to work.
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In the somewhat dilapidated ward of the Fifth Mental Hospital, Lu Yao sat quietly by the bed, facing her attending physician, Li Mei.
Li Mei was dressed in a neat white coat, with a stethoscope around her neck, and her shoulder-length short hair looked clean and neat.
At this moment, Lu Yao was actively showing Li Mei signs that she was gradually getting better.
Suddenly becoming like a normal person seems unrealistic, so she tried opening her mouth and making "ah ah" sounds, while also using simple gestures to try to express her inner thoughts.
For an autistic person, the presence of signs of wanting to communicate is undoubtedly a great thing.
Li Mei's eyes were full of satisfaction.
The year-long dedication to Lu Yao's treatment has finally paid off, and the child is slowly beginning to emerge from her own world.
After careful consideration, Li Mei decided to further utilize art therapy on Lu Yao.
She picked up a box of brightly colored oil pastels and some sheets of white paper and placed them in front of Lu Yao.
She leaned down slightly, looked at Lu Yao with encouraging eyes, and said softly, "Yao Yao, come on, use these pens to draw on the paper, you can draw anything."
In psychology, through painting, patients can transform subconscious emotions and conflicts into visual images, thereby achieving the effects of emotional release and psychological adjustment.
Lu Yao raised her head, her gaze meeting the faint black aura that appeared between Li Mei's brows.
Li Mei's earlobes were as thin as paper, and her earlobes were shriveled and lacked flesh.
In metaphysics, this facial feature signifies that one's children will have difficulty receiving protection and will be easily harmed by external forces.
Looking at her children's palace, it is dark and has black spots, while the bridge of her nose is bluish or black.
All indications suggest that Li Mei needs to be extra vigilant about her children's safety.
Lu Yao obediently reached out her hand, took the oil pastel, and began to doodle on the white paper.
She knew how to help Li Mei.
She first drew two little figures, one larger and one smaller, huddled together, looking like an inseparable mother and daughter.
Next, she drew strange, irregular patterns around the little figure, cleverly concealing runes containing mysterious power within them.
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