Mysterious Séancer: My Doll Can Really Show Its Power

"vomit--"

"Team Leader Zhang, I... I vomit, I—"

"I can't take it anymore, ugh!"

Behind Zhang Donglei, the young male police officer also covered his mouth and turned around, vomiting profusely at the wall, looking as if he had even vomited up the leftover food that hadn't been properly excreted the night before.

Even Zhang Donglei, a veteran police officer with limited experience in handling murder cases, was stunned and didn't know what to do at first.

Similarly, his stomach was churning violently.

After the male officer finished vomiting and Zhang Donglei calmed down, the two looked at each other. The younger officer, leaning against the wall and patting his chest, asked, "Captain Zhang, what do we do?"

Zhang Donglei's lips twitched. "What else can we do? Xiang... Xiang..."

Zhang Donglei was fine when he didn't speak, but once he started talking, he couldn't control himself anymore. The male police officer immediately stepped forward and gently patted Zhang Donglei's back. "Captain Zhang, I know, we're reporting to the Municipal Bureau, right?"

"Yes, yes! I'll call the city, and you go find some buckets..."

"Let Xiao Wang investigate the deceased's identity, let Li Tao check the accounts, let Chen Yan investigate the deceased's social relationships, Xu Ming, Xu Ming collect footprints and fingerprints from the scene, phew—"

"Have Jiang Hua contact the forensic doctor!"

"Okay, okay!"

A few minutes later, Zhang Donglei finally managed to hold back from vomiting, but his face was deathly pale, devoid of any color.

About twenty minutes later, several more police cars arrived at the Dream East Villa and stopped in front of the B021 gate.

Lei Ming, the captain of the Criminal Investigation Brigade of Cang'er City, led his men into the villa with solemn expressions, and went up to the second floor.

Looking at the several buckets placed outside the bedroom door and smelling the pungent odor in the air, Lei Ming asked Zhang Donglei and the others with a grim expression, "Did someone vomit here?"

Zhang Donglei and his two officers exchanged glances, and the three of them nodded in unison.

Zhang Donglei began by saying, "Captain Lei, I'm only training young people; they haven't seen this kind of case before. It's inevitable..."

Lei Ming's face grew even longer. He pointed at the buckets and asked, "What's the meaning of this? Are you preparing for me to vomit?"

"Zhang Donglei! You've been a police officer for half your life, and you don't even know the importance of protecting the crime scene?!"

"You think I'm like you?!"

Zhang Donglei kept his head down and didn't speak. His face was completely pale. He turned his head away and waved to Lei Ming towards the bedroom, his face showing an expression of extreme pain.

"Look at you! You're just a dismembered corpse, right? I've seen that before. Are you saying there's something fishy going on?!"

Lei Ming stood in front of the bedroom door and looked inside—

**********!

Gum!

Lei Ming swallowed hard and stood motionless at the bedroom door.

However, his shoulders twitched rapidly several times in a row.

The expressions of the police officers following Lei Ming also changed simultaneously. Two of the younger officers silently turned around and retreated to the side, their faces pale.

Zhang Donglei pointed to the bucket he had prepared in advance.

The two officers immediately showed their gratitude, each carrying a bucket, and ran to the side, exclaiming, "Ugh!"

Hearing the sound of vomiting behind him, Lei Ming silently stepped back from the door. He looked around, walked to the window, reached into his pocket, and searched for a long time but couldn't find anything.

A cigarette was handed to him by Zhang Donglei with slightly trembling hands. "Captain Lei, things are getting complicated..."

Taking the cigarette from Zhang Donglei, Lei Ming took out a lighter to try and light it, but failed several times. He looked at Zhang Donglei, who shook his head and held up the unlit cigarette in his hand, saying, "Don't look at me, my hands are shaking too."

Lei Ming put the cigarette in his pocket, took a deep breath, pursed his lips tightly, and turned to open the window next to him a little wider.

After a while, Zhang Donglei heard Lei Ming make a swallowing motion, followed by his voice: "Old Zhang, get ready, we're going to be on the news."

Zhang Donglei held the crumpled, unlit cigarette under his nose and took a deep drag. "Understood!"

Half an hour later, all the police officers gathered around Lei Ming and Zhang Donglei.

Lei Ming asked, "Have you found out anything about the victim? Tell me!"

A pale-faced young police officer, with vomit stains at the corners of his mouth, suppressed the urge to vomit and said while holding a folder, "The victim's name is Wu Tian. He changed his name. His original name was Zhang Hui. He was divorced and lived alone. He was a human trafficker."

"I was in there before and was locked up for five years. I was just released last April."

"No criminal activity was found from the time the victim was released from prison until three months ago. However, in April of this year, he made an unusual transfer with the note 'buying a doll,' which initially led us to suspect that he had returned to his old ways."

After the officer finished speaking, another young female officer, who looked pale and weak, said, "I checked Wu Tian's account. He... he's very rich, especially in the last two months. Wu Tian's luck has been exceptionally good."

"Whether it's stocks, cryptocurrencies, sports betting, or lottery tickets, he basically wins everything he bets on, and always big prizes!"

"The unusual transfer Wang Qi just mentioned refers to a transaction three months ago where the victim used his ex-wife's account to transfer two million yuan to someone. We've also found this person's information!"

Lei Ming and Zhang Donglei said in unison, "Speak!"

The policewoman glanced at the folder in her hand, frowned, and said, "It's a seventeen-year-old boy named Yang Ning."

......

Zhongzhou, Airport Expressway.

A refined-looking boy dressed in white shirt and pants, carrying a white cloth bag, and wearing gold-rimmed glasses sat in a taxi heading to the city. He looked at the scenery outside the window and put his phone to his ear.

"Feed?"

"Hello, is this Mr. Yang Ning?"

"Yes, it's me."

"Hello Mr. Yang, are you looking to view shops on Yundu Road? I'm Chen Lan, the rental agent you contacted before. What time would you like to arrive today?"

"It will take me another two hours and twenty minutes."

"Okay, I'll head over there beforehand and wait for you!"

"Okay, thank you."

"You're welcome, Mr. Yang, goodbye!"

Yang Ning hung up the phone and continued to quietly watch the scenery rushing past the window. The driver chuckled and said, "Young man, it won't take you two hours and twenty minutes to get to Yundu Road!"

"I've been driving a taxi in Zhongzhou for over twenty years, I know this road like the back of my hand! Don't worry, I guarantee I'll get you there in an hour and a half at most!"

Yang Ning smiled slightly, her face turned to the side, and said softly, "Okay, thank you, Master."

The master chef laughed heartily: "Haha! You're welcome!"

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