The gluttonous little boy is four and a half years old, and even the wealthy family kneels down and

Qiu An glanced at her in the rearview mirror and chuckled, "I knew it right away, you didn't come looking for me for anything good."

Xiao Jin swung her short legs with a grin: "An An is the best! Of all the people Xiao Jin knows, you're the most capable!"

"Don't try that on me, you little bootlicker." Qiu An wasn't buying her sweet talk, but the corners of her mouth still couldn't help but twitch up a little.

He glanced at the time; it was almost seven o'clock, the sky was already bright, and some elderly people were already out for a stroll in the neighborhood.

He composed himself and said, "When we get there, listen to me, don't wander off. We need to get there quickly and back without being noticed. This place is in the eye of the storm right now; the police could be back at any moment."

Xiao Jin nodded quickly, sitting up straight: "Xiao Jin promises to be quick, and definitely won't cause you any trouble!"

The car was parked on a quiet side road outside the residential area.

Qiu An turned off the engine, got out of the driver's seat, opened the back door, and Xiao Jin climbed down by herself, looking up at him.

Qiu An took Xiao Jin to Wen Wen's apartment building. He looked up at the building, flicked his fingertip lightly to his side, and a wisp of extremely faint demonic energy drifted away with the wind.

That demonic aura was invisible and formless; mortals could not see it.

It drifted into the apartment building and precisely captured every surveillance camera.

Qiu An led Xiao Jin inside. The elevator was still upstairs, so they didn't wait and took the stairs instead.

Five floors isn't that high, but Xiao Jin's short legs can only take one step at a time. Even if she moves quickly, it will still take her a while to climb to the fifth floor.

Seeing this, Qiu An reached out and picked up Xiao Jin, then hugged her.

He bounced Xiao Jin in his arms, looking puzzled. "Why are you so heavy?"

"Huh?" Xiao Jin looked innocent, raised her hand to touch her tummy, and said somewhat aggrievedly, "Xiao Jin hasn't eaten anything today."

She completely forgot about the eight large steamed buns she had eaten that morning.

Qiu An chuckled, picked up Xiao Jin, and went up to the fifth floor. When they arrived at Wen Wen's door, Xiao Jin let out a soft "Ah!"

The door was sealed with a red stamp, and there was a small white mark around the doorknob, which was powder left by the police when they took fingerprints.

The hallway was extremely quiet, with only the morning light filtering in through the ventilation windows, casting long shadows on the ground.

"Why is everything sealed off? Can we still get in?" Xiao Jin asked softly.

Qiu An did not answer, but simply raised his hand and gently swiped above the seal, and the seal was silently peeled off.

He pressed the lock again, the bolt retracted, and the door opened a crack.

Xiao Jin squeezed through the crack in the door, turning sideways.

Qiu An followed behind her and closed the door behind her.

The moment the door closed, the seal on the outside automatically reattached itself.

The house remained exactly as it was after the incident, with a very faint fishy smell in the air, mixed with the smell of disinfectant and dust.

The curtains were drawn, preventing any light from getting in. The whole house was gloomy and gray, as if frozen in time.

The living room was eerily quiet, with only the faint sound of water coming from somewhere in the bathroom.

Xiao Jin stood at the entrance, looked down at the tips of her shoes, and did not go straight inside.

She closed her eyes, sniffed, like a puppy searching for a scent.

Then she opened her eyes, not looking at the bathroom, but at the second bedroom.

"My sister is still here," she whispered.

Xiao Jin walked in that direction.

Qiu An looked at Xiao Jin and reminded her, "Wen Wen died in the bathroom."

Xiao Jin ignored Qiu An and ran straight to the second bedroom.

The door was ajar. She pushed it with her small hand, and the hinges made a very soft "creak".

It was darker inside than in the living room, with the curtains drawn tightly, and only a sliver of light leaking in through the crack in the door.

The moment the door opened, a tiny black shadow darted past her feet and disappeared into nowhere.

Xiao Jin stood at the doorway, looking at the black mist floating in the room, and finally fixed her gaze on the floor beneath the bed.

She squatted down, stuck her butt out, and crawled under the bed.

Qiu An followed, leaning against the door frame with his arms crossed, frowning: "It's dirty down there, you'd better climb out quickly."

Not long after she finished speaking, Xiao Jin crawled out from under the bed with a dusty little face, clutching a small black box tightly in her arms.

"Found it!"

Her eyes sparkled, inexplicably reminding Qiu An of a puppy that had just found a treasure.

His brow relaxed, and he asked, "What is it?"

Xiao Jin sat on the ground, placed the box on her lap, and opened the lid with her little hands.

The box was covered with a layer of dark brown soil, and inside lay a white wax doll with red threads wrapped around its body and a knot tied at its ankle.

She understood everything at a glance.

"So it was a spirit," she said. "I knew it. It wasn't a demon or a ghost. This is the thing that got into my nephew Mingyi's body."

It was a puppet spirit that possessed Yun Mingyi's body, and it was this puppet spirit that was controlling his body.

However, the puppet spirit on Yun Mingyi's body had already been dispersed by Xiao Jin.

Qiu An leaned over and glanced at it, then pointed to the empty space next to the wax figure in the box: "Shouldn't there be another one here?"

Xiao Jin nodded: "There should be two, they're a pair. This lady made my nephew Mingyi fall in love with her again because of these wax puppets."

As she spoke, her expression turned serious. "A man and a woman, bound by a red thread. The female puppet is that older sister herself, and the male puppet is Mingyi's nephew."

"The male puppet is still here, but the female puppet is gone..."

As Qiu An listened, his ears suddenly twitched, and his expression turned cold: "There's something there."

Xiao Jin sensed something, looked up, and saw a dark figure rush out from the shadows, lunging straight at her face.

Qiu An's eyes flashed with malice, and a huge, fluffy fox tail suddenly lashed out from behind him, striking the creature hard.

A piercing scream rang out as the object was flung away, slamming heavily against the wall before falling to the floor.

Xiao Jin was stunned for a moment, then shouted, "It's that older sister!"

Qiu An stared intently.

The thing that was flung away was none other than another female wax doll.

It was about the size of a palm, and it had stood up, like a little person who had come to life.

The wax facial features were twisted together, their expressions ferocious and venomous.

It looked at Xiao Jin and shrieked, "It's you!"

"So my sister was hiding in here." Xiao Jin sat on the ground, looking at it at eye level, her tone tinged with surprise.

No wonder she didn't see this older sister when she came in.

Wen Wen's voice came from inside the wax figure, thin and shrill, like fingernails scratching through fine glass: "You're also from the Yun family... You're the ones who killed me!"

Xiao Jin looked confused and shook her head: "Xiao Jin didn't hurt you."

"You're talking nonsense!" Wen Wen shouted angrily. "It's all your fault, it's all Yun Ziqian's fault! Yun Ziqian killed me!"

Qiu An sneered, squatted down, and stared directly at the distorted wax figure:

"He may be foolish, but he's not foolish enough to kill someone himself. It's you, on the other hand, who's about to die and is still counting money for the real killer. Don't you really know who killed you?"

"Even if I knew, I wouldn't tell you!" Wen Wen's voice rose, filled with a desperate madness. "I'll ruin Yun Ziqian's reputation! I'll make him pay with his life! This is what your Yun family owes me!"

Xiao Jin frowned, looking at the wax puppet: "Sister, would you want to see the person who actually killed you roaming freely outside?"

Wen Wen remained silent.

The wax figure stood on the floor, its chest heaving violently, as if it were suppressing something.

"I hate him, but I hate Yun Ziqian, Yun Mingyi, and Fu Yuheng even more!!"

"You all look down on me!"

"I almost had everything, but you made me lose everything!"

Xiao Jin did not back away, nor was she frightened by Wen Wen's roar.

She sat cross-legged on the floor, her small hands resting on her knees, gazing intently at the distorted wax figure, and said softly, "Sister, Xiao Jin told you before, you can't be too greedy."

"When you have a piece of candy, enjoy it. If you always think that other people's candy is sweeter, and you throw away your own candy to snatch others', you'll end up with no candy left in your mouth."

"Shut up! I don't need your lectures!" Wen Wen shrieked, interrupting her. The wax puppet's entire body trembled. "This world owes me! I have everything, but fate insists on working against me! It bankrupted my family and made me lose everything!"

"I tried so hard, I climbed so desperately, but I got nothing! Fu Yuheng lied to me, and Yun Mingyi was even more pretentious, arrogant and condescending, it was disgusting!"

Xiao Jin frowned as she listened, her expression not one of anger, but of genuine sadness and confusion: "My nephew Mingyi truly loves you."

"He was also very sad when you ran back to China alone."

"Then why didn't you choose your nephew Mingyi back then? If Sister Wenwen had made a different choice, the outcome would be different now."

Wen Wen felt as if she had been stabbed hard by those words. The wax puppet's features instantly twisted into an even more terrifying expression, its voice filled with resentment and bitterness: "Him? A cripple! How could he be worthy of me? Am I, Wen Wen, supposed to spend my whole life with a useless person in a wheelchair?!"

Before he could finish speaking, Qiu An had already let out a cold laugh.

He crossed his arms, looking down at her with a cold, mocking gaze: "You're both stupid and greedy."

"Your stupidity lies in betting your entire happiness on a man. You want money, status, love, and face. There's no such thing as a free lunch."

He curled the corners of his lips into a smile, his voice soft yet venomous, "What's even more ridiculous is that you never understood, even until your death, that it wasn't that men weren't good enough for you, but that you weren't good enough for the kind of life you thought you should live."

"You—" Wen Wen was so stabbed that she completely lost control. The wax figure suddenly sprang up from the ground and pounced on Qiu An.

Qiu An didn't even move. The huge fox tail behind her had already lashed out, like a red whip, binding her tightly and lifting her into the air.

"I've seen plenty of your type." Qiu An looked up at her, smiling gently, but his tone was sharper than a knife. "If you dare to move again, I'll crush you and throw you into the sunlight, so you'll be dried up until there's not even ashes left."

As he spoke, he manipulated the tail to guide the wax figure to the window.

He had already parted the curtains a crack, and a beam of bright morning light slanted in, landing right at the feet of the wax doll.

Wen Wen let out a piercing scream, curling up as if burned, her hysterical arrogance finally turning into fear:

"No! No... I beg you, please don't!"

Qiu An didn't actually throw her out; he just let the beam of light stop right beside the wax doll.

He tilted his head and looked at Xiao Jin: "Ask away."

Xiao Jin stood up from the ground and walked to the wax puppet. "Since my sister didn't behave well, I'm going to draw a truth charm."

As she spoke, she raised her small hand and drew a tiny talisman in the air with her fingertips.

The talisman, gleaming with a faint golden light, gently landed on the wax doll's forehead. Wenwen's struggles and screams gradually subsided, as if soaked in warm water, leaving only an unusual calm.

"Sister, Xiao Jin is asking you now, and you have to tell the truth," Xiao Jin said. "What exactly happened last night?"

Wenwen's soul was bound by the Mantra, and those memories hidden beneath resentment and madness surfaced little by little, as if they had been pulled from the bottom of the water.

Her voice became dull and hollow, yet unusually clear: "Last night... first, a group of bodyguards in black broke in."