Mysterious Séancer: My Doll Can Really Show Its Power

Although the man was arrested, Chen Tao didn't forget that Yang Ning's package still hadn't been found.

As luck would have it, Chen Tao discovered through the transit center's surveillance footage that the two fugitives who stole Yang Ning's package were the ones working at the Tongda Express transit center.

Sometimes, the connections between people are just that subtle.

Chen Tao immediately led two police officers, with a sorting worker as their guide, to the residence of the two fugitives.

Two single-story houses and a dirty, old courtyard. The moment Chen Tao entered, he knew which one was Yang Ning's package.

A mahogany box that looks antique.

Back in Cang'er, Hu Yingying gave Yang Ning that magical wooden box in order to save Wang Jiang's life.

Chen Tao stepped forward, patted the box to feel its texture, and even opened it to take a look. He sighed, "This young Mr. Yang is really rich. This box looks like an antique, yet he dares to send it by express delivery..."

Beside him, a police officer who had witnessed the Qinghe residential area and Zhongzhou Airport incidents with Chen Tao hesitated and said, "Captain Chen, is it possible that the person knew their belongings wouldn't get lost no matter what, so they deliberately sent them via a cheaper courier service?"

Chen Tao glanced at the police officer. "Why don't you use that quick wit of yours to solve cases? Any progress on the Langting Upper House case?"

"It's confirmed that Jiang He was killed by Yao Fangfang in collusion with Wang Dalong, but the deaths of Yao Fangfang and Wang Dalong..."

As he spoke, the officer hesitated and said, "Captain Chen, the wounds on these two people are almost identical to the wounds on Su Hu's body, as well as the wounds on Zhang Wen's body."

"Is it also a boning knife?"

Chen Tao asked doubtfully, "A coincidence?"

The officer looked up at the sky. "Um, cough, Captain Chen, the surveillance footage shows that Mr. Yang appeared in front of that house."

Chen Tao said unhappily, "Wasn't the time of death already determined? When Master Yang went there, everyone inside was already dead. What are you trying to say?"

The officer curled his lip and said, "Captain Chen, based on my limited experience as a police officer, anything that involves Mr. Yang is basically a cold case."

"Nonsense! We'll go check the scene again later!"

Chen Tao pointed at the boxes and said, "You two, carry them up!"

Afterwards, the three drove back to the police station.

After getting off work that day, Chen Tao drove his car, took the box, and went to Yundu Road.

He also bought some barbecue and beer along the way, wanting to treat Yang Ning to a meal to express his gratitude.

However, when he struggled to carry Yang Ning's box and the barbecue from the parking lot to the store, he found no one inside and a note on the door.

"How was it? I told you you'd come back to thank me, didn't I?"

"I'm going out for two days, the shop door isn't locked, I can just leave my suitcase inside."

"Also, I won't eat the barbecue, you can eat it yourself."

Chen Tao: "..."

Three days passed in the blink of an eye.

During these three days, some people were partying every night in their star-rated hotel rooms in the bustling city.

Including these three days, it has been five days since Huang Ling took the Peach Blossom Ghost Child away from Yang Ning.

In those five days, she herself didn't know how many men she had been with.

Huang Ling discovered that by giving up just one drop of blood, she could meet a man with perfect physical attributes.

With the help of her financial offensive, there is no man she cannot win over.

At least among the men she met, there wasn't one she couldn't win over.

So, she thought she would get rid of the handsome young man who sold the house in three to five days, but in reality, less than three to five hours had passed before she kicked him out.

The second man lasted even less.

The third one... and so on.

Immersed in the blissful feeling of "choosing a concubine," Huang Ling was completely unaware that on the very first day she took the doll from Yang Ning's shop, she had already been with six different men.

She also discovered that if she dripped two or three drops of blood at a time, the men she met would be even more perfect.

This gave Huang Ling a kind of exhilarating feeling, similar to a "critical hit".

Under such circumstances, she changed fifteen men the next day.

On the third day, she restrained herself a little and changed fourteen.

On the fourth day, twenty.

The fifth day, one.

On the fifth day, Huang Ling discovered that when she shakily cut her scarred hand again, no more blood would drip from it.

She lay on the edge of the bed, her head hanging down. Reflected in the light on the floor, she seemed to see a hideous little ghost covered in rotten peach blossoms, grinning eerily behind her.

Hu Yingying guessed that Huang Ling would die within a month. Obviously, she underestimated the power of a person's desire when it is unrestrained.

In the past three days, some people have been busy and stressed, even working overtime while sick.

Cao Mingliang called Chen Ge again, asking in detail about the appearance of the village in the photo, leaving no detail overlooked.

After two days and two nights, with the help of local police technicians in Jingping City, Cao Mingliang finally recovered a picture that Chen Ge felt was 99% similar to the photo he had seen at Yang Ning's store.

Holding the picture, Cao Mingliang immediately ordered his men to compare and search for it!

He then set off again for Qingyu Mountain to find the man named Li Bai who could cure his illness.

Over the past three days, Yang Ning trekked through mountains and rivers, and finally, on the evening of the third day, he arrived at the foot of a mountain.

Looking at the small mountain village completely shrouded in night, Yang Ning took out the photo he had carefully selected and placed it in front of him.

As the mountain village in the photo gradually merged with the village in front of him, Yang Ning nodded and said, "What a beautiful place!"

As he spoke, the colorful photo of the mountain village in Yang Ning's hand gradually turned into black and white.

despair!

With a gentle flick, the photograph seemed to be set ablaze. Though no flames were visible, it was completely reduced to ashes, which were then dispersed into the night wind.

Beside Yang Ning, a small turtle with its limbs severed lay on the ground.

He was a little boy named Little Turtle, but he wasn't a real turtle.

The usually lively and cheerful boy became silent upon seeing the mountain village, remaining completely still and hiding behind Yang Ning, peeking out little by little.

A look of painful struggle appeared in those small, normally clear eyes.

Yang Ning pulled him close, smiling, and said, "What's wrong? Remembering something unpleasant?"

The little turtle, its severed limbs dangling, said with a hint of grievance and a choked voice, "Chengcheng, I don't want to come to this place. Let's go, okay?"

"My arms and legs are already only half left. If they get chopped off, then... then they're all gone..."

A glimmer of light flickered in Yang Ning's seemingly perpetually peaceful eyes. "It's alright, I'll get you back on track in a couple of days."

The little turtle's forlorn face suddenly lit up with excitement. "Can...can it be connected?!"

Yang Ning nodded, "Of course we can, but first we have to find your missing limbs, even if they are just your soul limbs."

"If we really can't find one, we'll have to give you someone else's."

The little turtle turned to look at the small village ahead, and said with a worried expression, "Then...then shall we go look for it?"

"But we need to hide from those people and not let them find us."

Yang Ning carried him forward, laughing, "Okay, let's go! Let's go find some now! We'll also find some old turtles to keep you company while we're at it."

"Okay, okay!"

The little turtle happily waved its four limbs, each of which had been cut off in half, and it really looked like a little turtle.

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