The Villain's Mom Becomes Famous for Fortune-Telling and Gossip Ch. 95

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Hua Nan muttered, "You've got a point... Could someone have handed over proof to the cops?"

But who?

"Why guess when we can just ask?" Jin Zhudan grabbed the landline and called the Baiyun City Police Department.

Two minutes later, she opened a file sent to her phone. In the top-right corner was a photo of a young man.

She placed the phone down between them. "The police said this is the person who submitted the evidence."

Hua Nan narrowed his eyes. "If that's the case, then he might know something about the demonic cultivator behind President Xiang."

Sunglasses Guy immediately stood up. "So? We going after him?"

Hua Nan didn't hesitate. "Let's go!"

The three of them moved fast. But just as they got in the car, Li Juan, the clerk from inside, came running out, flustered. "Wait! Director Hua, Consultant Yu is on the phone for you!"

"What's she want?" Still halfway in the car, Hua Nan climbed back out and took the receiver. "Consultant Yu, you needed me?"

Yu Yuan was currently lighting incense in front of the ancestral statue. "You're planning to arrest the guy who submitted the evidence?"

Hua Nan paused in surprise, then chuckled. "Of course you already knew. Nothing gets past Consultant Yu. Do you have any instructions for us?"

"Not instructions. Just a heads-up," Yu Yuan said as she moved a few offering jars into the shade. "That person's already on the run. You won't catch him. Just wait—he'll come looking for me."

Hua Nan was puzzled. "Why would he come to you?"

Yu Yuan didn't answer. Instead, she asked, "You've read through his personal file, right? See any connection between him and Xiang's family?"

Jin Zhudan, flipping through the info, shook her head. Hua Nan replied, "None."

"So you're saying it's odd that someone with no ties to the Xiangs would report them and provide solid evidence?"

"Exactly," Yu Yuan explained. "This morning at the Xiang household, someone from the Celestial Master Hall said that the grave robber likely had a blood connection to the corpse. I'm leaning toward it being Xiang's youngest son—the one who supposedly died early."

"..." Hua Nan went silent for a moment, gears turning fast. "So you think the grave-digging incident should fall under our jurisdiction, the Special Incident Investigation Bureau?"

There was a long pause on Yu Yuan's end. Hua Nan frowned. "Consultant Yu? Can you hear me?"

There was no reply at first. Then a distant voice, Zhou Yu's, filtered through, "Master, there's a kid outside asking for you. Says you'll know who he is."

Hua Nan felt a bad premonition creep in. "Consultant Yu?! Yu Yuan?!"

After ten seconds or so, Yu Yuan finally spoke. "Yeah, I'm here. Just saw him in the mirror. He's outside now. I'll handle it. You guys keep doing your thing."

Beep. Beep. Beep.

The beeping tone of the disconnected call echoed in the air. The man in sunglasses looked up at Hua Nan.
"Boss, should we head back and rest?"

Beneath the bodhi tree in the courtyard, a boy around fifteen or sixteen stood in a navy blue T-shirt and shorts. His eyes were dull as he stared up into the thick canopy above him, unmoving, until the sound of footsteps approaching made his ears twitch.

"You're... with the Underworld... Special... Incident... Investigation... Bureau?"
The boy sounded like he hadn't spoken in a long time—his words were slow and clumsy, unfamiliar on his tongue.

Yu Yuan opened her spiritual sight and examined the boy again.

Under the shade of the bodhi tree, the boy stood still in his navy outfit. His paper-white face was marked with heavy dark circles, as if he hadn't slept in days. His entire presence screamed on death's door.

Behind him, a shadowy spirit lingered, just barely reaching the boy's chest in height. Its ghostly eyes were locked onto Yu Yuan, full of wariness as she approached.

"I am," Yu Yuan said.

She pointed at the boy's shoulder and head.
"You want my help, right? Then come out of him first. You've already extinguished all three soul-fires on his body—if you stay in any longer, his third eye might never close again."

The ghost stared at Yu Yuan in shock.
"How do you know I came to ask you for help?!"

Yu Yuan didn't answer. "Come out of him first."

The child ghost looked back and forth between Yu Yuan and the boy's now fireless body. After a long moment of hesitation, it finally stepped aside.

As soon as it left, the boy's vacant body collapsed like overcooked noodles, crumpling to the ground.

Yu Yuan turned around. "Zhou Yu."

"Yep!" Zhou Yu had been squished up against the window with Gua Gua, eavesdropping. He perked up instantly and jogged over. "You called, Master?"

Yu Yuan looked down at the boy on the ground.
"Take him to the guest bath and soak him in hot water infused with mugwort."

"Got it, Master!" Zhou Yu hoisted the boy over his shoulder without hesitation and dashed off.

As his figure disappeared through the door, the little ghost anxiously pressed,
"I'm out now—so tell me! How did you know I was coming to ask for help?"

Its voice still held a childish lilt—it hadn't been very old when it died.

Yu Yuan replied, "I calculated it. I was at your house this morning. I knew you were coming not just to ask me for help—but to ask me to help your mother. You want me to break the feng shui curse on her, right?"

"..."
The child ghost backed up several steps, practically bristling.
"How do you know all that?!"

"You..." It stared Yu Yuan up and down suspiciously. Suddenly, its eyes sharpened with suspicion.
"You're not on that bastard's side, are you?"

"If I were, you wouldn't have made it into this temple in the first place."
Yu Yuan sat down on a stone bench under the bodhi tree, not bothering to argue semantics with a dead child.
"As for your mother, I can help her."

"Really?!"
The little ghost darted closer, its mangled eyes lighting up.
"You really want to help my mom?!"

Yu Yuan nodded.
"But I need payment."

"..."
The ghost's glee drained away. Its head drooped.
"But... I don't have anything to give you..."

It pointed to its eyes miserably.
"My dad took my eyes. And my stomach..."

It lifted its bloodstained shirt.

Beneath the gory cloth was a body hollowed out, organs all missing.

"All the valuable parts of me—my dad already took them. I don't have anything left..."

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