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

Yun Mingyue and Zhang Tianlin followed the commotion and ran to the alley entrance, only to see an unconscious man lying at the gate of the courtyard, with Xiao Jin standing there unharmed, accompanied by a woman with disheveled hair.

Her heart clenched, and she rushed over, pulling Xiao Jin into her arms, her voice trembling with tears:

"Xiao Jin! You scared me to death! How could you run out by yourself?!"

She cupped Xiao Jin's face in her hands and looked her up and down. Seeing the mud splattered on her face and her little hands covered in dust, tears welled up in her eyes. "Are you hurt? Does it hurt? Did that bad guy touch you?"

Xiao Jin was a little breathless from being hugged so tightly. She patted Yun Mingyue's back with her little hands and comforted her in a childish voice, "Don't cry, niece. Xiao Jin is okay."

"The big bad guy can't beat me."

"You say you're fine!" Yun Mingyuan's face darkened, his brows furrowed tightly, his tone filled with suppressed anger and fear. "Who told you to run around alone? Do you even know where you are? What if something had happened?"

He had just returned to Shiwan Village when he received a call from Yun Mingyue. Hearing that Xiao Jin was missing, he was terrified and rushed over here like a madman. Fortunately, he arrived in time.

The thought of such a young child facing a vicious person alone sent chills down his spine.

Xiao Jin was unconvinced. She broke free from Yun Mingyue's embrace, put her hands on her hips, tilted her head back, and retorted confidently:

"Xiao Jin didn't run around! Xiao Jin went to rescue people!"

She pointed to Yi Huayue beside her, puffing out her small chest: "This young lady was locked in the cellar by that big bad guy, and five other young ladies were killed by him. They're all trapped inside and can't get out! Xiao Jin heard them crying and went to rescue them! Xiao Jin did nothing wrong!"

Everyone present was stunned by these words.

Yun Mingyuan's expression suddenly hardened as he looked at Yi Huayue.

The woman was covered in wounds, the bloody marks on her wrists from the iron chains were shocking, and the fear and despair in her eyes were unmistakable.

When Yi Huayue saw everyone looking at her, she trembled with excitement. She opened her mouth and tried desperately to speak, but only a hoarse "hoarse" sound came out of her throat, like a broken bellows.

She pointed to the yard, then to Old Man Zhou on the ground, her eyes red-rimmed, nodding repeatedly, desperately trying to confirm Xiao Jin's words.

Seeing that no one reacted for a long time, she hurriedly grabbed Yun Mingyue's hand and wrote "110" stroke by stroke in her palm with her fingernail.

"Oh my god..." Yun Mingyue covered her mouth, instantly realizing what had happened, and immediately pulled out her phone. "I'm calling the police right now!"

Her fingertips were trembling as she dialed the number and, with a trembling voice, clearly stated the address and the general situation.

After hanging up the phone, she quickly took off her coat and draped it over Yi Huayue's thin shoulders. She reached out to support Yi Huayue's swaying body and gently comforted her, "Don't be afraid, the police will be here soon. Everything will be alright."

Xiao Jin tiptoed closer, tilting her little face up to look at her: "Big sister, could you please hold out your right hand?"

Yi Huayue paused for a moment, then hesitantly raised her scarred right hand and spread it out in front of the little dumpling.

Xiao Jin extended a chubby, white index finger, the tip of which gleamed with a faint golden light, and carefully traced the Scripture in her palm.

Where her fingertips traced the lines, faint golden patterns were left, then vanished as if melted into her skin. In just a few seconds, she withdrew her hand and clapped her hands.

"Okay! Miss, you can talk after you eat it."

Yi Huayue looked at her empty palm, somewhat bewildered.

There was nothing in my palm, but the spot where my fingertips had just touched felt warm and comfortable.

Looking into Xiao Jin's serious eyes, she obediently brought her hand to her mouth and made a swallowing motion.

A refreshing, slightly cool sensation slid down my throat, like a long-dried riverbed being filled with clear spring water. My throat, which had been burning and unable to make a sound, instantly felt relieved.

"Speak softly, okay? Don't shout." Xiao Jin instructed him, her hands behind her back, word by word, like a little adult.

Yi Huayue opened her mouth, her lips trembling as she uttered a soft, breathy sound: "...Thank you..."

The voice was still a little hoarse, but it came out clearly.

She suddenly covered her mouth, her eyes instantly reddening, and large tears streamed down her face.

She had been locked in the cellar for many days, and her voice was already ruined. She thought she would never be able to speak again.

"Thank you... thank you..." She bent over, thanking Xiao Jin repeatedly, her tears falling into the dust and spreading into small wet marks.

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The village was small, and the police officers from the local police station arrived shortly afterward.

Zhou Laogun was tied up. Yun Mingyuan and Yi Huayue first gave the police a general account of what had happened. Then Yun Mingyuan asked Zhang Ting to wake Zhou Laogun up with cold water.

Old Zhou was splashed with half a bottle of cold water, which jolted him awake.

Upon opening his eyes and seeing the police uniform, a flicker of panic crossed his eyes, but he immediately straightened his neck and raised his voice loudly.

"Officer! It's a misunderstanding! It's all a misunderstanding! This woman is my wife. We were just arguing and she's hiding in the cellar. It has nothing to do with me!"

He glanced at Xiao Jin and said in a harsh voice, "This brat broke into my house and beat me up like this! You guys need to do something about it!"

"You're lying!"

Xiao Jin immediately exploded upon hearing this, rushing over to him with her short legs, her round eyes wide open, her expression fierce:

"You're not her man."

"You have an old scar on the bridge of your nose, and half of your eyebrow is broken off. You used to work in a coal mine. You survived a mining accident, but it damaged your health and made it impossible for you to have children."

She paused, pointing with her small finger to the sunken, dark area under his eyes, her tone resolute:

"Your uterus is as black as ink, you will never have any descendants. It's because you can't have children that your heart has slowly gone bad, you've started doing bad things, you specifically abduct girls from outside, lock them in the cellar and bully them, and when they die, you bury them."

"You've already killed five people, and they're all crying down there!"

After she finished speaking, the surroundings became so quiet you could hear a pin drop, and everyone looked at Xiao Jin with different expressions.

Old Zhou's face twitched violently, his pupils contracted sharply, as if his most hidden wound had been touched, and he cried out, "You're talking nonsense! How could a little brat like you possibly..."

He knew he was in trouble the moment the words left his mouth, and abruptly stopped himself from speaking. But the sudden panic on his face had already given him away.

The police officers present exchanged glances, their expressions turning serious, knowing that Shiwan Village hadn't seen a single murder in decades.

The old village party secretary standing next to him was sweating profusely.

Zhou Laogun worked in a coal mine in a neighboring county in his early years. He was disabled and unable to have children due to a landslide. These are all old stories from decades ago. The number of people in the village who know about them can be counted on one hand. It is impossible for a four-year-old child to make them up casually.

The police officer looked at the village secretary and asked, "Is the situation true?"

The village party secretary dared not make up a lie, saying, "Yes, it's true."

"Old Zhou was a miner in his early years, but something happened to him in the mine, which is why he is still single."

Xiao Jin glanced at everyone, snorted, and turned to run into the courtyard, her short legs moving incredibly fast.

"Whether it's a lie or not, we'll know once we see it."

The crowd looked at each other in bewilderment, and then followed suit, rushing into the courtyard.

The cellar entrance was still wide open, and cold air was billowing out from the darkness.

Xiao Jin ran inside with practiced ease, and the little paper doll in her arms jumped out.

She made a hand gesture with her little hands and muttered incantations.

"Lonely souls and lingering spirits enter my paper body."

"Hurry, hurry, as the law commands!"

With a flick of her finger, Xiao Jin caused the paper figure to glow with golden light and float in the air.

She called out to the cellar in a childish voice, "Little sisters, don't be afraid, come in quickly. I'll take you out and send you to be reincarnated."

As soon as he finished speaking, five pale blue figures in the cellar seemed to come to their senses and slowly surrounded him.

They lingered timidly for a moment, as if sensing the warmth of the golden light, and then floated towards the little yellow paper figure one after another.

With each shadow that entered, the little yellow paper figure swelled up a bit, until it became round and plump, no longer resembling a paper figure but more like a little balloon. It quietly landed in Xiao Jin's palm.

The whole process took only a dozen seconds. Just as everyone gathered around, marveling at the cellar, Xiao Jin had already huffed and puffed as she ran out up the wooden ladder.

She held the round, yellow paper figure, turned to look at the crowd, and frowned slightly.

"They told Xiaojin that the body was buried under the old locust tree on the east side of the yard, and in the deepest pit in the cellar."

She toddled towards the east corner of the wall with her short legs, pointing to a crooked old locust tree: "Right down here! Two of them!"

The police officers exchanged glances and immediately picked up shovels to start digging.

Before they dug even half a meter, decaying clothes and bones were revealed in the soil.

Old Zhou's face turned deathly pale, his legs went weak, and he collapsed to the ground, muttering, "Impossible... How did you know...?"

Xiao Jin ran to the cellar entrance again and pointed to the innermost corner:

"There are three more here! You lured them in and caused their deaths! You even hid their belongings under the stove!"

The police went down into the cellar and quickly dug out the remaining three skeletons from the earthen walls. They also found several pieces of women's jewelry and fragments of ID cards under the kitchen stove.

Ironclad evidence.

Old Zhou was completely paralyzed, his face ashen, his mouth agape, unable to utter a single word in protest.

The police came forward, handcuffed him, and escorted him out.

As he passed by Xiao Jin, he raised his eyes with resentment. Just as he was about to utter a harsh word, he saw the little yellow paper figure in Xiao Jin's palm suddenly jump forward, and five streams of yin energy crashed into it.

Old Zhou screamed as if he had been pricked by a needle, his body shrank back, and he dared not look in this direction again.

The case is much bigger than expected. There hasn't been a murder in Shiwan Village for decades. Unexpectedly, a serial killer has emerged out of nowhere!

The police station quickly dispatched more personnel to take photos and collect evidence around the yard, keeping them extremely busy.

The sole survivor, Yi Huayue, was taken away by the police for protection and her family was contacted. Before leaving, Yi Huayue hugged Xiao Jin tightly, asked for his name, and promised to repay this kindness in the future.

Xiao Jin waved her hand, "We're even now."

She saved the young lady, and the young lady gave her golden light; she was already very satisfied.

These words stirred up a storm in Yun Mingyuan's heart, perhaps because he was deeply moved by the child's innocence.

"Bye-bye," Xiao Jin waved goodbye.

Yun Mingyuan stood aside, watching the small figure.

Although he had previously believed that Xiao Jin had some skills, he never imagined that this four-year-old child could actually see ghosts and solve such a big murder case.

Yun Mingyue was also stunned and speechless. Ever since this aunt who had suddenly appeared in her house had been constantly challenging her worldview.

Xiao Jin had no time to care what they were thinking. She lowered her head and touched the longevity jade on her chest. The golden light on the jade was so bright it was almost burning hot, indicating that she had accumulated a great deal of merit.

She happily shook her head, thinking to herself:

With so much merit, she'd reward herself properly when she got back, and have her grand-nephew buy her five roast ducks! No, six!

Two more jars of candied fruit!