Sheriff Uncle, open the door quickly! I've come to solve a case!

Bai Zhizhi didn't know what was wrong with Qin Qingzhou; he seemed unhappy after seeing this piece of paper.

The little girl snatched the test report and hid it behind her back.

"Uncle, Zhizhi will protect you~"

Qin Qingzhou's heart melted completely.

"Yes, that's great."

Qin Qingzhou carried Bai Zhizhi out; everyone else was outside the police station.

When Qin Qingzhou came out, everyone fell into an unusual silence, silently exchanging glances.

He glanced at everyone and said, "What are you all standing there for? Don't you want your holiday?"

Li Ku asked timidly, "What should I do after I find out...?"

Qin Qingzhou pursed her lips into a thin line.

A chill ran through everyone.

As expected, given Qin Qingzhou's personality, he would definitely send Bai Zhizhi away.

These past few days, everyone has developed feelings for Bai Zhizhi, and the thought of sending her away makes them all feel a lump in their throats.

"What? What should we do? Is my niece going to be raised by someone else?"

Li Ku's eyes lit up: "Captain Qin!"

Qin Qingzhou's tense lips curled up slightly: "Moreover, Zhizhi has made meritorious contributions in solving the case, so I will apply to the director to officially make her an external analyst for our police station, with her salary paid as usual."

"yeah!"

"Very good!"

Everyone breathed a sigh of relief and went to enjoy their rare holiday after parting ways with them.

Starting today, Qin Qingzhou has officially become a member of the "parent family".

The first thing to do is to buy all of Bai Zhizhi's daily necessities.

Qin Qingzhou lives alone in a single bedroom, which naturally became Bai Zhizhi's room. He bought her new blankets and pillows, and even bought her her favorite My Little Pony doll, something he never did before.

This five-day holiday provides ample time to purchase furniture and clean the house.

It's just... poor Lin Yuhe, who rarely gets a day off.

Captain Qin, who had almost no interaction with her before, would call her every half hour.

"Nothing else, I just wanted to ask what kind of skincare lotion my little girl uses. The weather's changing soon, and I'm worried her skin will get dry. I've never had a child before..."

"Oh, did I disturb you? What kind of baby wash should I buy for a little girl? Raising a child all of a sudden is a bit too much..."

"Sis, the little girl's pajamas..."

Lin Yuhe put down her phone with a look of utter despair.

Alright, their Captain Qin probably wants the whole world to know that he's raising a little girl.

When Qin Qingzhou called again, Lin Yuhe preemptively struck.

"Captain Qin, I'll send you a list of all the brands my baby uses. You can choose whichever you like, and ask me if you have any questions."

"Oh, okay, thank you for your help."

Qin Qingzhou hung up the phone and looked at the bags and packages in front of her, feeling extremely satisfied.

Lin Yuhe quickly sent over everything that was needed. Qin Qingzhou wiped his sweat and began a new round of purchasing.

On the drive home, Bai Zhizhi leaned against the window, admiring the night view.

The back seat and trunk were already piled high with odds and ends.

"Zhizhi, do you know how your mother got into the sect?"

Bai Zhizhi shook her little head: "Zhizhi doesn't know, but the elders do."

Qin Qingzhou's fingers tightened slightly: "How can we see your elders?"

Bai Zhizhi sat up straight, shaking his head and pretending to be profound: "If you are destined to meet, you will meet him. Don't be impatient."

Qin Qingzhou: "Then who is your father?"

"Zhizhi doesn't have a father~ Zhizhi is a little ginseng spirit, she came from the soil, she doesn't need a father."

Qin Qingzhou glanced at her quickly, guessing that Bai Zhizhi might have forgotten who her father was.

But strangely, her father's data could not be found in the database.

Could it really have come from the soil?

Qin Qingzhou shook his head self-deprecatingly.

How could that be?

"Uncle! Zhizhi wants ice cream~" Bai Zhizhi had sharp eyes and saw a handmade ice cream shop next to the overpass in front of her. She banged on the window and insisted on going to eat there.

Qin Qingzhou slowly parked the car in the temporary parking space, and Bai Zhizhi dashed out in a flash.

He bought Bai Zhizhi a phone watch, created a new communication service, and deposited all the money she had earned into it.

Bai Zhizhi has her own money, so she can buy whatever she wants.

Qin Qingzhou got out of the car and watched her buy things from a distance, while she leaned against the car and thought.

"Master, my son is suffering so much that he hasn't had a single good night's sleep. Please help me!"

A sound caught Qin Qingzhou's attention.

There were two men under the overpass. One was a bit older, with small, round black glasses hanging from his nose, a long, white beard reaching his chest, and a black Taoist robe.

There was a sign in front of him that read, "You don't need to say a word to find out your surname." He was dressed like a fortune teller.

The man opposite him, who had been pleading desperately, was wearing an expensive-looking suit and shirt, had his hair slicked back, and was of medium build. He was kneeling on the ground kowtowing to the fortune teller.

Qin Qingzhou quietly observed them without saying a word.

Normally, these fortune tellers should be driven away according to the rules, on the grounds that they affect the appearance of the city.

But the man seemed to have no other choice, which is why he sought out a fortune teller under the overpass.

If the fortune teller can comfort him, then it's not entirely useless.

Qin Qingzhou decided to ignore this matter for the time being.

The fortune teller stroked his beard with an air of mystery: "Your son is possessed by an evil spirit. If it isn't removed, it will drain his life force, leading to his death at the evil spirit's hands!"

The man felt like the sky was falling: "What can I do, Master? Please save my son! He's my only son, he can't die! I'll give you any amount of money, I have money! Just name your price to save my son!"

The fortune teller frowned and raised his hand to stop him from speaking: "Monks don't talk about money, they talk about yuan. Ten thousand yuan, no more, no less, is enough to get rid of the evil spirit in your son's body."

Qin Qingzhou frowned slightly.

This is a complete scam, isn't it?

We're constantly being warned about fraud prevention, but haven't you listened to a single word?

Just as he was about to step forward to stop them, a childish voice rang out from the side.

"Grandpa, using money to trick others into writing letters will shorten your lifespan!"

The three of them looked at Bai Zhizhi.

Bai Zhizhi stood next to Qin Qingzhou, licking his ice cream, and mumbled, "Uncle, this grandpa doesn't have any Taoist powers, he can't exorcise ghosts."

The fortune teller's expression changed, and he pointed at Bai Zhizhi, scolding, "You little brat, you can't see through the secrets of heaven and you're spouting nonsense! Be careful you don't incur divine retribution!"

Bai Zhizhi ignored him and looked at the man: "Uncle, your son is bedridden, hasn't slept well for a week, his face is pale and his forehead is dark, and we can't find the cause of his illness, right?"

The man was stunned; she had gotten everything right.

The fortune teller tugged at the man's collar: "Don't be foolish! She must have overheard our conversation. Why would you believe a little girl like her? Quickly turn your luck around; you can't let the evil spirit around your son get away with this!"

The man came to his senses and realized the master was right; his son was the most important thing.

He impatiently waved his hand: "Go away, go play somewhere else, and stop causing trouble!"

"What's haunting my brother isn't an evil spirit, it's a nightmare."