What if you were targeted by a cool and aloof beauty?

"..." He didn't know what to say this time.

The air froze for a few seconds.

Sighing again, An Chen said, "The little girl is very cute."

"Yeah, she's really cute. My ex-girlfriend was cute too, but she loved spicy snacks too much, and she broke up with me because of them." The little boy sighed, mimicking An Chen.

"What about the last child... friend?" An Chen frowned and asked.

“Her name was Xia Xiaozhi, she was four years old. She was gagged and thrown into a big bag, where she was thrown to her death. That’s why you can still see some wounds on her face now.” The eldest daughter pointed to the air in the middle.

"Yes, she's very pretty too." An Chen's mood also became much heavier.

"Who is the murderer? Where are their bodies? And what about their parents?" He paused, then asked the last few questions with a serious expression.

"They said the murderer's surname was also Xia. He was a slightly overweight man with thick eyebrows, thinning hair, a scar on his face, small eyes, and a limp. He had been helped by their family before," the second daughter replied with a garbled laugh.

This happened forty years ago. At that time, the people were simple and honest, and everyone got along well. There was little theft, let alone harming others.

The children were drugged without knowing what had happened, and then suffered this undeserved misfortune.

“They said the body was hidden under the yard of this villa,” the little boy said, pointing to the ground.

Although it was the third floor, An Chen roughly understood what he meant.

“Everyone’s parents went out that day, and when they got back, they looked everywhere for their children but couldn’t find them.” The eldest daughter said, wiping away tears.

As soon as he finished speaking, all three children collapsed to the ground.

Zhang Zhidao rushed over immediately, and Jiuge also hurriedly stood up.

"It's nothing, they're asleep." An Chen walked closer and glanced at them; all three children were breathing evenly.

Not only that, now that they're asleep, they don't even frown, and they don't look like they're experiencing sleep paralysis.

It's likely that the family's low frequency of consciousness led to some mental control by spirits, causing them to hallucinate.

After they finally voiced their grievances accumulated over many years, they collapsed from exhaustion.

Because of her positive attitude and strong position at home, Ms. Song did not have the opportunity to be controlled by the evil spirit.

After Zhang carried the three children to the bed, the three of them, with very serious expressions, pulled the stools in front of the desk together and sat down.

"Go and have your colleagues investigate the case from forty years ago. Jiu Ge and I will be responsible for finding the exact location of the spirit, and also check if there are any secret passages in the villa," An Chen instructed Zhang Zhidao.

"Okay." Zhang Zhidao nodded, his eyes still fixed on the phone screen.

Although the nature of this case is indeed very serious, because so much time has passed, it is questionable whether there is a criminal record or whether the record is complete.

Forty years have passed, and it's unknown whether the prisoner is still alive. Even if he is, he must be an old man now.

And most importantly, criminal cases become invalid after thirty years.

If the murderer's method was so sophisticated that they left no trace whatsoever.

Without conclusive evidence, a conviction cannot be made.

In this case, even if the criminal is caught, we can only watch helplessly as they escape legal punishment.

"Hmm, how about we don't tell Ms. Song yet? So as not to scare her," Jiuge suggested cautiously.

“Okay.” An Chen nodded.

It's not good to alert the enemy.

Ten minutes later, An Chen and his group pushed open the door and went downstairs.

When they reached the second-floor staircase, the three of them, just to be on the safe side, went to check on Mr. Li's room.

As expected, Mr. Li was already fast asleep in bed, just like his three children.

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"How are they? Have you found any leads?" Seeing An Chen and his group coming down from upstairs, Ms. Song rushed over anxiously.

An Chen had just told her to go downstairs and not stay in the room, which she interpreted as An Chen and the others secretly performing a ritual in the room.

Whether the issue is resolved or not, An Chen's arrival here certainly means that the matter has reached a certain conclusion.

"It's alright, your child and husband are sleeping soundly. It won't be long, the matter will be resolved soon." Zhang Zhidao chuckled and replied to the other party using the words he had previously discussed with An Chen and Jiu Ge.

Upon hearing this, Ms. Song breathed a sigh of relief.

“However, we may have to stay at your house for another day, and other police officers may come to help afterwards,” An Chen added.

"Please don't mind the trouble, please don't mind the trouble, as long as the family matters can be resolved." Ms. Song patted her chest.

"There's another question. Does your house have a secret passage?" Jiuge asked quickly, remembering this.

"No, our house only has three floors, there's nothing on the ground floor," Ms. Song shook her head.

"Are you familiar with all the areas of this villa?" Zhang Zhidao asked.

"Yes, I've been to all the places, with my husband and children," Ms. Song replied.

Suddenly, she became alert: "Have you discovered something?"

"No, we just have some guesses," An Chen said gently.

"That's good." Ms. Song patted her chest again.

After saying that, she collapsed to the ground, exhausted.

Seeing this, Zhang immediately went to help.

As he helped Ms. Song up, he said, "We can definitely get rid of the things. However, we haven't ruled out the possibility that this is indeed a haunted house. If possible, we would like you to prepare yourself mentally."

Upon hearing Zhang Zhidao's words, Ms. Song, who had just been helped up, rolled her eyes again and fell to the ground.

Perhaps realizing what it meant for the police to come, and the significance of the term "haunted house," she fainted this time.

"Oh dear..." Jiuge was also a little frightened.

"Are you alright?" Zhang Zhidao asked, somewhat stunned.

He crouched down and moved his finger under Ms. Song's nose.

"He's still breathing..." Zhang Zhidao breathed a sigh of relief.

Thankfully, no one was scared to death...

"I need to go back to the police station first; I need to retrieve some information." After helping Ms. Song onto the sofa, he said goodbye to An Chen and Jiu Ge and left.

He has already reported the victim's name and the perpetrator's characteristics. Now he needs to urgently return to the Puppet Capital Police Station and also visit the headquarters.

“Okay.” An Chen nodded.

Jiuge nodded in agreement.

"I'll come back to pick you up later," Zhang Zhidao added, turning back before closing the door.

……

After Zhang Zhidao left, the entire villa became deserted.

Ms. Song fainted, while the other four people were already asleep in the room.

To be fair, aside from the fact that the spirit had weakened somewhat after all that trouble, the police were indeed useful.

Not long after Zhang Zhidao left, An Chen and Jiu Ge sensed something ominous.

It resembles both an evil spirit and an ordinary spirit.

You can sense them in the villa, and you can even roughly tell where they are under your feet.

However, they were unable to attract them.

Based on Ms. Song's previous statements, it seems she didn't know where the secret passage was either.

Even if An Chen wanted to find this mysterious secret passage in such a large villa, it would probably take him a long time.

Grasping An Chen's hand, Jiu Ge had already composed herself and entered battle preparation mode.

Strange smells began to waft from all directions below.

Jiuge sniffed, but couldn't pinpoint the source of the scent.

"Could it be the smell of a corpse?" she exclaimed in alarm.

The thought of five corpses buried beneath her feet sent chills down Jiuge's spine.

"Forty years have passed; they'd be nothing but bones by now. These children must have harbored strong resentment, turning into half-evil spirits," An Chen analyzed carefully.

"A half-evil spirit?" Jiuge blinked.

She had been purifying evil spirits for so many years, and this was the first time she had ever heard this term.

"It's like an evil spirit, yet not an evil spirit; it seems like an evil spirit, but it's not an evil spirit," An Chen explained patiently, squeezing Jiu Ge's hand.

“Hmm…” Upon hearing An Chen’s words, Jiu Ge began to wonder if her purification technique would be effective against this kind of evil spirit.

The haunted house, the real dead bodies, and all sorts of other things made her feel somewhat disoriented.

In the twenty years or so before meeting An Chen, Jiu Ge's life had never been so "colorful".

"It's estimated that this family's situation was very similar to theirs back then, with five people in total. Although there weren't as many as five children in the house, there were still three. In addition, four of the five people in the house had their own frustrations and resentments, resulting in a lower frequency and magnetic field on their bodies. So, they unintentionally played a role similar to evil spirits in the underground, causing hallucinations to affect this family."

An Chen stated his deduction.

"But... how do you explain why these luxury villas, which are clearly cheaper, haven't sold for so many years?" Jiuge muttered to herself.

"It was most likely a setup orchestrated by the previous landlord," An Chen voiced his suspicions.

"You mean the murderer is connected to the landlord?" Jiuge asked.

“Yes, but that depends on Zhang Zhidong’s investigation results.” An Chen nodded.

“Hmm…” Jiuge fell into thought and fell silent.

Just as she was lost in thought, An Chen led her to the cabinet.

The next moment, Jiuge saw the terrifying doll.

"Alas..."

"This should be a normal doll, it's alright." An Chen quickly squeezed Jiu Ge's soft hand to comfort her.