Mysterious Séancer: My Doll Can Really Show Its Power

Inside a pickup truck speeding along a highway in southern Hunan.

"How about I let you live two more years?"

As soon as Yang Ning said this, Ruan Kai in the passenger seat suddenly trembled, and Han Yang, who was cursing angrily in the back of the truck, immediately shut up.

Even the pickup truck, which was driving smoothly, suddenly honked its horn a few times.

Both of these people and the hearse knew that things about lifespan that came from someone's mouth were often quite accurate.

Seeing their strong reaction, Yang Ning asked in confusion, "What? Isn't it normal to give someone a little something when you ask them to do something for you?"

Ruan Kai nodded and said, "Yes, yes, yes, it should be, it should be..."

Han Yang, sitting in the truck bed, nodded in agreement: "Yes, absolutely!"

Leaning against the windshield where the truck bed connects to the cargo box, braving the howling wind on the highway, he said, "You're really generous, giving away two years of my life!"

"Damn, this wind's really strong! It's all that Ruan guy's fault!"

"You bastard surnamed Ruan, come out here! I'll fucking swear to you!"

"We should make a change!"

......

Yang Ning's words were definitely well-intentioned.

He genuinely wanted to extend the store manager's life by two years.

However, there might have been a slight problem with how it was expressed, which caused a beautiful misunderstanding.

Hearing Yang Ning's greeting, the shop manager thought of the bodies that were carried away from Yundu Road, covered with white sheets.

Yang Ning was asking him if he wanted to live for two more years.

But his understanding was that doing this would allow him to live for another two years, while not doing it...

Then I guess I'll be carried away tonight covered in a white sheet.

Within seconds, the store manager, with a long face, simulated every escape method he could think of.

Unfortunately, the simulation results were not very successful.

Just as the store manager was feeling extremely sad about his unfortunate fate, suddenly, he had a flash of inspiration and thought of a way to solve the problem!

If making a banner can add two years to my life...

Then, why don't I just be more diligent in the future?

If I can keep the young boss happy, I might even make some money from the business!

Thinking this, the store manager immediately put down what he was doing and rushed out without saying a word.

A banner with only the number "6" can be made in very little time.

By evening, the store manager had received the finished product.

But remembering that Yang Ning had instructed him to send it over two days later, he wasn't in a hurry.

The night shift at the convenience store is handled by another employee, Xiao Nan.

After handing over the duties to Xiao Nan, the store manager prepared to leave work.

Before leaving, he stared at Yang Ning's Lingwa shop across the street for a long time.

Although the Demoness was no longer there, he still gazed at her tenderly for a long while.

Just as he was reluctantly about to leave, he saw a small figure appear outside the Lingwa shop.

Wen Lele, the boy who once wanted to borrow money from Yang Ning.

This time, the injuries on his face were more severe than before.

Standing at the shop entrance, looking at the warm, slightly yellow candlelight inside Lingwa Shop, for no apparent reason, hot tears welled up in Wen Lele's eyes.

He limped into the store and stopped in front of the carpet.

Several candles flickered dimly on the desk.

Yang Ning, who used to lie asleep behind the desk, is no longer there.

He knelt in front of the carpet, his head touching the ground, and remained motionless.

Gradually, he began to sob softly, then whimper, and finally burst into loud sobs.

This process lasted about half an hour.

After crying, the boy wiped his tears with his clothes and took out the crumpled IOU he had handwritten the day before from his pocket.

"I'm sorry, my mom and I got beaten again."

"It seems I still need that money."

"If it were just me, I could endure it, but I can't always watch my mother get beaten."

"So, I'm sorry, even if you're not here, even if I don't know if you'd be willing to lend me the money, this is all I can do."

After saying that, the boy kowtowed several times to the desk.

The very formal kind.

The boy placed the IOU on the desk, then took a doll from the shelf next to it to weigh it down. He said to the desk, "Thank you. I... I'll go get your money."

Knowing the way well, he walked to a pile of suitcases in the corner of the store and opened them.

Just like the day before yesterday, he carefully counted out 45,000 yuan, put the rest back, locked the box, and left Lingwa Store with the money he had "borrowed" and heavy steps.

The moment I walked through the store door—

jingle!

The wind chimes hanging above the door of Lingwa Shop made a crisp and melodious sound.

......

The next day, the Central State Police Department.

Everyone else had left for the office, but the lights in the criminal investigation office were still on.

Liu Bin walked up to Qin Hao's desk and said, "Captain Qin, I have a basic understanding of the child you asked me to investigate a couple of days ago."

Qin Hao was taken aback at first, and he couldn't immediately recall which one Liu Bin was referring to.

Liu Bin reminded him: "The Lingwa Shop, the night one died and one was crippled, the boy who tried to run in in the middle of the night."

Qin Hao suddenly realized, "Oh, I remember now, what's his situation?"

Liu Bin said with some sympathy, "The child's name is Wen Lele. She's a bit pitiful. She lives at No. 46 Chenguang Lane, Beiwen Street."

"The biological father is missing, and the disabled mother remarried with her son, only to find that the stepfather she met had a history of domestic violence."

"The orphan and the widow were often beaten. Although they were unfortunate, at least the man they met was willing to support them and pay for Wen Lele to go to school."

Qin Hao nodded. "Anything else?"

"That's all."

Liu Bin paused for two seconds and said, "Captain Qin, Wen Lele's stepfather is named Feng Dalong. He has a serious tendency towards domestic violence. Should we send a civilian police officer over to give him a reprimand?"

After he finished speaking, Qin Hao, who was staring at the computer screen, looked up at him. "Criticism and education?"

Liu Bin nodded: "Yes, criticism and education, what's wrong with that?"

"This is a huge problem!"

Qin Hao glared at him and said, "I want to give you a taste of domestic violence right now!"

"Didn't you ever think about what would happen after the police officer gave you a reprimand and left?"

"Can domestic violence be corrected simply by being criticized and educated? No, it can't!"

"Once the police leave, won't Feng Dalong beat that widow and her child to a pulp?"

Liu Bin thought for a moment and said, "Then let's arrest that guy and lock him up for a few days! That won't teach him a lesson, will it?"

After he finished speaking, Liu Bin noticed that Qin Hao was looking at him with an expression that said, "Are you out of your mind?"

"Liu Bin, let me ask you this: you've arrested that man, who's going to support the widow and her child? Are you going to?"

"School starts soon, are you going to pay Wen Lele's tuition?"

Liu Bin: "..."

"Then, Captain Qin, is there no solution to this?"

Qin Hao continued looking at the screen and said, "We're criminal police officers. This kind of thing is a headache for the civil police. There are too many cases of domestic violence; how can we possibly manage them all?"

"If no one dies, it's not our responsibility."

Liu Bin nodded helplessly and said, "Alright, it's getting late, Captain Qin, I'll be going now?"

"Okay, you can go now."

After Liu Bin left, Qin Hao stared at the screen in front of him for a while, then got up somewhat irritably, walked to the window, and lit a cigarette for himself.

Before I finished my cigarette, my phone rang.

"Captain Qin, a murder case!"

"No. 46, Chenguang Lane, Beiwen Street!"

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