Prank wedding pranks? Little fortune teller remarries military officer in a sweet romance.

"Nonsense!" Old Song, a staunch materialist, turned and scolded the junior policeman:

"Everyone's moved out, the house is empty, so it's normal for it to make some noise. Don't jump to conclusions!"

The group entered the house, where bloodstains on the walls, sofa, and floor had not been cleaned and had dried into dark blood clots, a shocking sight that clearly showed how terrified the deceased had struggled.

Old Song continued, "Originally, there were four or five families in this apartment building, as well as people from other units who came to take advantage of the situation. After the incident, they all moved away, and the entire apartment complex is now deserted!"

Ling Jiuyue stood by the window, looking at the vegetable gardens downstairs, and seemed to see the bustling scene that had once been here.

Old Song pointed to the kitchen doorway: "At the time of the incident, the woman was cooking in the kitchen when someone grabbed her from behind, strangled her, dragged her to the living room, and hacked her to death here with a knife. They then hacked her and her two children to death with a cleaver!"

Qin Shixiao asked, "Are their two children boys or girls? How old are they?"

Ling Jiuyue looked at the sofa and replied, "The boy was 7 years old, and the girl was 5 years old. The boy's neck was slashed, and the girl's heart was stabbed with a knife!"

The young police officer looked at Old Song with suspicion: "Master, the case hasn't been solved yet, why are you telling unrelated people the details of the case?"

Old Song looked at Ling Jiuyue with a grave expression: "You...can you tell who the murderer is?"

Ling Jiuyue picked up a small ceramic rabbit with a missing ear and tossed it onto the sofa.

Where is the male head of the household?

The young police officer spoke of the man with a sorrowful expression: "He was so pitiful. Overnight, his wife and children were gone, his hair turned quite white, he was mentally unstable, and he even considered suicide. If his family hadn't been watching him closely, he might already be..."

"I want to see the male homeowner!"

The young police officer paused for a moment, then said, "He doesn't want to see anyone right now. He cries whenever his wife and children are mentioned. Maybe we should..."

"I'll arrange it!"

Old Song was very efficient; he went downstairs and took Ling Jiuyue to the male homeowner's house.

"Officer Song, what brings you here again?"

The old lady who opened the door had a handkerchief wrapped around her head. When she saw Old Song coming with his men, her expression was not very pleasant.

Old Song explained his purpose: "Auntie, we've come today to ask Xiao Du about something!"

The old woman complained, "It's been half a month since the incident, and even though they know who the culprit is, they haven't caught them. They're still trying to find out more every day, but I don't know what's so interesting about it!"

"Who is it?" A middle-aged woman came out of the house and, seeing Old Song and his group, said irritably.

"What do you mean? You don't arrest the bad guys, all you do is threaten us, the families of the deceased!"

Ling Jiuyue's gaze slowly moved from the old lady to the middle-aged woman, then to the three children in the house, where various odds and ends were piled up in a mess, making it difficult to walk.

"You have quite a large family!"

Sister Du's face darkened: "Everyone has a large family, and our homes are just tiny spaces, what can we do!"

Xiao Du returned from outside carrying a bucket of oil. Seeing Lao Song and the others nod, he blankly handed the oil to his mother.

"Officer Song, what brings you here today?"

Old Song took out a cigarette and lit it: "Xiao Du, we came to see you today because we want to ask you some questions!"

Xiao Du curled his lip and said sarcastically, "What are you asking? Haven't you asked enough questions? My wife and child have been missing for half a month, and you've been asking and investigating every day, but have you gotten any results?"

You keep asking this question every day, aren't you just trying to exonerate the sons of officials? I know that you officials protect each other and you just want to curry favor with the officials, I can understand that.

"But you're trying to curry favor with officials and put on a show for others. What's the point?"

Aunt Du slammed the things down with a loud bang, muttering curses under her breath:

"They're incompetent at arresting officials, but all they know how to do is cause trouble for us ordinary folks. They've asked us so many times already, and they keep asking. We won't pursue this, and we won't seek justice for my daughter-in-law and grandson, is that alright?"

Sister Du's words were even more unpleasant: "Do you think everyone doesn't know? It's just a show for others, to prove you're working hard to solve the case, to prove you're not just sitting around doing nothing!"

Old Song is already this old, but he didn't take it seriously.

The junior police officer was the one who felt uncomfortable. They had been working overtime all night, but they were accused of currying favor with the officials.

"Sister, why do you say that? We're not happy that the case isn't solved either. We just came to find out the details, right?"

Sister Du rushed forward and spat at the young policeman: "You think you're so great? Don't think I'm afraid of you just because you're wearing a uniform. You know who the murderer is, but instead of arresting him, you come to us and act tough. Is this how you serve the people?"

Ling Jiuyue stared at Sister Du: "Have your shoulders and neck been very sore lately?"

Sister Du was taken aback: "You..."

Ling Jiuyue looked at Aunt Du behind her: "It's so hot, aren't you uncomfortable wearing that handkerchief? But it's also very uncomfortable not to wear it, you have a constant headache, and it's keeping you up at night, right?"

Aunt Du looked equally astonished: "You...how did you know?"

Ling Jiuyue casually picked up a pinch of incense ash from the windowsill: "We have Guanyin Bodhisattva enshrined at home, and we also worship the Three Pure Ones. Aren't you afraid that the two sets of immortals will fight each other?"

Aunt Du's expression changed drastically in an instant, and she turned to Sister Du and said:

"I told you, having a Buddha statue at home is enough, but you insisted on worshipping..."

"Alright!" Sister Du shrugged impatiently. "Who I worship is none of your business. You're here to investigate a case, not to catch the murderer, but to meddle in what gods I worship. You're just being nosy!"

Ling Jiuyue looked at her curiously: "Your shoulder hurts so much you can't lift your arm. You've seen quite a few doctors, but unfortunately, none of them can figure out what's wrong. Don't you want to know what happened?"

Aunt Du grabbed Ling Jiuyue: "My daughter has shoulder and neck pain, do you know what's wrong?"

Ling Jiuyue smiled, revealing two dimples: "Not only do I know why she's in pain, but I also know how to treat it!"

Sister Du's expression softened slightly: "You're so young, stop trying to fool people!"

She's seen so many doctors, and they all said there was nothing wrong, but her shoulders and neck still hurt so much that she can't sleep at night. What can they possibly tell?

Ling Jiuyue's gaze deepened as she stared intently at her shoulder:

"With your nephew and niece nestled on either side of your shoulders, how can you not feel uncomfortable?"

Sister Du's face changed drastically: "What nonsense are you talking about? I...I'm their aunt, I've been so...so good to them, how could they...they possibly come looking for me!"

Ling Jiuyue stepped forward: "You don't know? Who stabbed your nephew in the neck? You don't know?"

Upon hearing this, Old Song and the young policeman's expressions immediately changed: "Xiao Ling, are you implying that the Du family's murders... were committed by her?"