After my grandmother called me home in my dream, my spiritual energy revived

Chapter 143 The criminal surrenders himself
Book your tickets, it's still early.

Song Miaozhu took out the paper figure of the wanted criminal and cursed it. After recovering his spiritual power, it was almost time to leave.

She booked a ticket for the early morning.

Chen Yuanyuan had to attend a compulsory skills class today, so Song Miaozhu didn't wake her up.

Chen Yuanyuan had a spare key, so she left it in the house, closed the door, left the community, took a taxi and headed straight to the train station.

On the train, Song Miaozhu was bored and scrolling through her phone.

She had already collected a lot of information on the wanted criminals, so it was not convenient to make paper-cut figures at the moment. She had just used her spiritual power before leaving, so she couldn't even sleep.

She felt uncomfortable sitting on the train and could only use her phone to pass the time.

The Spiritual Adjustment Bureau app was very quiet, as if the commotion last night had never happened.

All the active accounts have turned gray.

There were only some posts sharing cultivation experiences in the community. Song Miaozhu took a quick look and found nothing nutritious.

I closed the Lingtiaoju app and checked Weibo.

"Huh? You're being caught already?"

Song Miaozhu's eyes widened.

After she started cursing the wanted criminal, she followed the official accounts of public security departments across the country. The Public Security Bureau of Dongguan Province issued a notice yesterday.

Looking at the photo on the notice, Song Miaozhu recognized at a glance that this was the first wanted criminal she cursed - the A-level wanted criminal in Dongguan Province who trafficked women and children.

Was he unable to bear her curse and turned himself in?
Song Miaozhu looked at the notice carefully.

Just as she expected, the wanted criminal who had been on the run and had never been found suddenly surrendered to the Public Security Bureau yesterday morning.

When the criminals surrendered themselves, they looked very haggard, as if they had suffered mental torture for a long time.

During the interrogation process, his mental state was somewhat abnormal. Sometimes his throat would hurt while he was talking. After being sent to the hospital for examination, there was no problem. Every time this happened, he would change his words and tell the truth.

He confessed to his crimes and implicated a large group of accomplices.

The Dongguan Provincial Police made timely arrests and all relevant personnel have been brought to justice.

At present, the police believe that this criminal may have been under the pressure of committing crimes for a long time and could not bear it psychologically, so he showed these abnormal behaviors, but it is not yet at the level of mental illness.

After reading the last sentence, Song Miaozhu breathed a sigh of relief.

Her curse was to make the wanted criminal unable to sleep, suffer chest pain, and be unlucky in everything he did, and his throat would hurt if he lied, if he didn't turn himself in!

These pains and discomforts do not harm their bodies.

It is true that it is torture, but it will definitely not cause any direct or substantial harm to them!

If she was deemed mentally ill and her crime was mitigated because of this, she would be so upset.

Song Miaozhu was so scared that she quickly searched for other criminals on her curse list.

You don't know until you check. Once you check, you will be shocked. Those who turned themselves in, those who couldn't help but tell the truth because their throats were cut, those who were found to be abnormal, those who were unlucky enough to be hit by a car and knocked unconscious by onlookers and sent to the hospital where it was found that something was wrong... It turns out that most of them are already waiting in the police station.

Including the time this morning, she has only cursed three times so far!

By then, these people had already been arrested.

"Are they so immune to curses?" Song Miaozhu helplessly asked the little paper servant in the ghost shop warehouse to take the cursed paper figures of the wanted criminals who had been arrested aside and destroy them.

Those who have been convicted cannot be cursed anymore. She wants to send them to jail, not to a mental hospital.

There are not many cursed paper figures left.

Song Miaozhu sighed and started searching the entire Internet for information on the wanted criminal.

The time in the car was not boring at all.

Although another batch was collected quickly, Song Miaozhu still felt it was difficult to deal with. Judging from the previous situation, this batch would not last too long, only a day or two.

If she added up the information on all the A-level wanted criminals that she could find so far, she would find that it would be enough for her to curse for a week.

What to do after a week?
She cursed those who committed petty thefts a little too harshly.

Foreign criminals?
I wonder if this distance will affect the effect of the curse!

Song Miaozhu climbed over the firewall and searched the Internet, and added a few more people to the curse list.

She doesn't want those who have committed economic crimes. Only wanted criminals who have committed crimes that endanger life safety, such as murder and human trafficking, are on her curse list.

Once these curses are over, there is nothing left. We can only wait for some A-level wanted posters to drop online.

The wanted criminals were too fragile to withstand curses. This incident made Song Miaozhu feel a little melancholy after getting off the train.

Dragging the suitcase, I went straight to the 4S store and bought a Chixing G350 convertible sports car with full payment.

Song Miaozhu used her poor driving skills to drive her new car back to the ancient town of Xiaozhushan in the distant mountains.

Smelling the air from Xiaozhu Mountain mixed with the fragrance of bamboo leaves, Song Miaozhu felt relaxed both physically and mentally.

"Meow!"

The garage's rolling door slowly rose and expanded horizontally. Yuanbao, who had grown into a fat orange man, came out to greet them carrying three little paper servants. However, he was frightened by the car and his fur stood up, and his tail exploded like a hedgehog.

Coal Ball, lying on the wall, calmly slapped the tiles with her tail until a white shadow jumped down from the wall and landed directly on the passenger seat. Then she meowed to show her presence.

The car automatically reversed into the garage. Song Miaozhu picked up the stunned Xuetuan who had fallen on the seat and said, "Are you stupid? Jumping from such a high!"

"Meow~" The white cat turned over under her touch, revealing its belly, and Song Miaozhu was able to see its face.

This face is so black! Almost as black as a coal briquette.

Every touch will get you dirty.

"..."

"Didn't I tear down the old stove behind the house? Where did you get it from?"

"(O_o)??"

The little kitten doesn’t understand and just acts cute.

The car stopped and Song Miaozhu got out holding it helplessly.

The little paper servants who were guarding the house rode the calmed-down big orange cat and circled around her legs. Song Miaozhu couldn't help laughing:
"You've found a great mount! I'm afraid I won't have to make you any more paper horses."

The little paper servants waved their hands, pointed at the orange cat, and then pointed at Song Miaozhu's new car.

"You don't want the paper horse, but you want to ride the cat carriage. Do you also want the paper carriage?"

Song Miaozhu understood what they meant and said with a smile:

“You have the taste to know that a carriage is better than a horse!

But there are blueprints for the paper horses, but not for the paper cars, so you'll have to wait."

"What? Ride the paper horse first, then change to the car?"

"What a greedy fellow! Who did you learn this from?"

"Don't look at me! I'm not taking the blame! It must be because the spiritual energy now is different from the past!"

……

While talking to the little paper servants, Song Miaozhu walked into the yard and lay down on the lounge chair under the locust tree: "It's better to go home!"

(End of this chapter)