Volume 1, Chapter 182: The Paranormal Society (6)

Chen Jianguo’s facial palaces of children were full and well-rounded, which was the physiognomy of someone blessed with both sons and daughters...

Qin Yu gave Mu Ling a look, and Mu Ling instantly put on an expression of understanding.

The next second, he vanished from where he stood.

Zhao Kexin also slowly regained consciousness from her faint. At first, she felt a brief moment of confusion upon seeing the three ghosts, but the moment she remembered what happened before she lost consciousness, she bolted upright from the ground with a start. Her gaze swept around her surroundings, and upon spotting Qin Yu, she acted as if she had grabbed onto a straw to save her life. With a swift "whoosh," she dashed over to Qin Yu’s side, crying as she ran, "Wuwuwu, Wifey, save me!"

Qin Yu’s lips twitched slightly, thinking to herself: *To be able to run this fast, she looks like she's completely fine.*

Qin Yu sat down on the stool she had been using earlier, and Zhao Kexin plopped down with a loud thud right at Qin Yu’s feet.

"Not a sound."

Qin Yu stopped Zhao Kexin just before she could speak.

Zhao Kexin had no idea why, but she trusted Qin Yu unconditionally and obediently clamped her mouth shut.

During that brief sprint over, the three ghosts had all cast their gazes across her simultaneously, sending a chill straight through Zhao Kexin's heart.

Qin Yu’s gaze flickered slightly as she looked at Zhao Kexin with a few more appraising looks.

Suddenly, she spoke up and asked, "Have you ever had surgery?"

It was framed as a question, but spoken with absolute certainty.

At this moment, Zhao Kexin’s admiration for Qin Yu reached its absolute peak. She nodded vigorously without stopping, "Mm-mm! I never told a single soul about this, but I never expected you to see right through it at a single glance, Wifey!"

Qin Yu’s brows furrowed slightly, "Why didn't you tell anyone?"

Zhao Kexin shook her head, "I actually don't know either. It was requested by my parents."

Qin Yu pursed her lips and remained silent.

However, the bullet comments began to flood the screen.

[I somehow feel like this smells a bit like illegal organ trafficking.]
[Your feeling is making me feel that way too.]
[Are you guys just sitting here relying on feelings?]
[Don't tell me, you really don't tell me, I have a bold guess right now.]
[Don't guess, you definitely won't guess it right.]
[What kind of guess do you have? Hurry up and let us hear it.]
[Chen Xiaoxue didn't die at all; she killed everyone present at the time and feigned madness to escape legal punishment?]
[Tsk! I thought you guessed something profound? I guessed that ages ago.]
[Thank you, Guessing Bro.]

Having some spare time, Qin Yu looked at the bullet comments and corrected them, "The person who entered the experimental building last back then was not Chen Xiaoxue herself. If my deduction is correct, that person should be someone closely related by blood to Chen Xiaoxue."

[No wonder the anchor asked that scumbag earlier if Chen Xiaoxue had a twin sister.]
[If this really is Chen Xiaoxue's revenge, can we please beg the anchor not to keep investigating? Because I feel these scumbag and bitch deserved what they got!!! The scumbag and bitch should just go die!!!]
[??? Living Bodhisattva?]
[Deserved it? What about Liu Yingyong and Guo Xiaopang? They were innocent people, weren't they? Can Chen Xiaoxue trample on lives at will just because she wants revenge?]
[Well, you can't entirely blame Chen Xiaoxue either! If you want to blame someone, blame those two for showing up at the wrong time! I support Chen Xiaoxue in counter-killing the scum duo!]

Looking at this particular bullet comment, Qin Yu’s delicate brows furrowed even tighter.

Her gaze pierced straight through the screen as she shot back, "Human beings possess both independently existing personalities and the social attributes of living in groups. Therefore, they must inevitably abide by the laws of this world; no one is above the law. Even if someone deserves to die a thousand deaths, the punishment they receive should be meted out by the law, not by any individual or group."

An intense light of justice burst forth from Qin Yu’s eyes—dazzling and solemn, enough to command respect.

Many viewers in the chat posted "respect" emojis, though naturally, this did not include the netizen who had just made the extreme remarks.

[The only thing the law can punish is crime! What if she only violated morality? Who is going to seek justice for us honest folks?!!]

Qin Yu gently slid her fingertip across her phone screen, wanting to see what the person who spoke had experienced, but unfortunately, their avatar was a black cat, revealing nothing, and they had never posted any updates.

Qin Yu tucked a stray lock of hair behind her ear and slowly began, "I don't know what you have been through, but cause and effect operate in a cycle. Nothing exists without a reason, and nothing vanishes out of thin air."

[What do you mean by that? Are you saying my wife ran away with someone else, leaving my three-year-old son uncared for, and that I deserve this? On what grounds? I sell pancakes from dawn to dusk, all so she and our son can live a good life. How on earth could she be so heartless as to abandon me and our son?]

Qin Yu looked at this string of text and said nothing.

Her intuition told her that the matter was far from simple.

Seeing that Qin Yu remained silent, the man on the other end apparently found typing too slow and simply initiated a voice broadcast in the live stream room.

*BitchWomenShouldAllDie*: "Just because she abandoned me and my son, I now have to sell pancakes while taking care of my son at the same time! Can you imagine me setting up my street stall at four or five in the morning, while my son sleeps right next to my feet? Sob..."

Following that was the muffled sound of the man crying.

For a moment, the chat room fell completely silent, and even the previous cynical remarks vanished.

Perhaps having suppressed it for too long, the man leaned into the emotion and continued to cry out his grievances in the broadcast, "I feel like I'm living such a pathetic life. Sometimes I really feel like I'd be better off dead! But every time I think about how my son is still so young, what would happen to him if I died? He's only three years old! He's still so helpless and small!"

[Stop crying, you're making my eyes sore with your tears. Give me your address and I'll send you some clothes—don't mind them, they're my son's clothes from after he turned three.]
[Please post your WeChat QR code so I can donate some money to help you live a better life.]
[A real man doesn't shed tears easily, only when he has reached the depths of sorrow. Sigh... Don't be too sad; that woman abandoning you just means she has no eye for people! You can find someone better! All these hardships will pass.]
[Send us your address. My family grows some fruit at home, take some for the child to eat.]
[...]

Some viewers in the chat even threatened to introduce the man to a job, set him up on a blind date, and provide free accommodation.

Qin Yu always felt something was off.

She sent a video link request to the man.

[The other party has declined your invitation.]

Qin Yu was slightly surprised.

One had to know that there were plenty of people fighting to connect with her in her live stream room; now, he was actually turning down such a good opportunity?

Her intuition told her there was definitely something fishy going on here.

Her deer-like eyes narrowed into a straight line, carrying an undeniable pressure.

"Stop putting on an act. Tell the truth."

A row of question marks slowly drifted across the screen.

Qin Yu continued, "Are you afraid I might see something if you accept my call?"

The man acted as if he had vanished and didn't post another word, but Qin Yu knew he hadn't left the live stream because his avatar in the chat was still lit up.

Qin Yu let out a cold snort, "Since that's how it is, don't blame me for being unpolite."

She rummaged through her small carry-on bag and pulled out a sheet of cinnabar-red paper. Using her spiritual energy as scissors, she snipped away with crisp, rhythmic snips.

In a mere minute, she had cut out a row of tiny paper figures.

Immediately afterward, she brought her full lips close to the little figures and let out a single "huff" of breath. In an instant, the paper figures seemed to spring to life. One by one, they straightened up, head-to-head and shoulder-to-shoulder, doing various warm-up exercises on the floor.

"Go find someone."

Qin Yu said coldly.

The paper figures instantly perked up, lining up neatly one by one.

Qin Yu clicked on the avatar of *BitchWomenShouldAllDie*, showed it to the paper figures, and commanded, "Find the person with this avatar in the live stream, and once you find them, drag them onto a call with me."

The paper figures looked at one another, gave Qin Yu a military salute, and with a soft "poof," dived straight into the phone screen.

This astonishing sequence of operations left the netizens watching the screen dumbfounded.

Especially some viewers who had just entered the broadcast, they rubbed their eyes in disbelief, [Did my eyes just play tricks on me? It looked like paper came to life? And crawled into the phone?]
[You didn't see things! Because I saw it too!]
[Are we sure this is a metaphysics stream and not a paranormal stream?]
[I'm watching this in the middle of the night, and it scared me into instantly pulling my feet back under the blanket.]
[What's so surprising about this? You guys just haven't seen my Wifey when she's even more powerful! This is all child's play to her!]

After waiting for a short while, Qin Yu received a call connection request.

The corners of Qin Yu's lips curled up slightly.

*You forced me to use drastic measures. Wouldn't it have been better to just be obedient?*

Qin Yu accepted the call, and the screen split into two.

A middle-aged man was seen bound hand and foot, while a swarm of tiny, pale paper figures bounced up and down all over his body, occasionally kicking him in the face, causing the middle-aged man to grimace in pain.

Qin Yu snapped her fingers, and the paper figures instantly formed a neat little queue and bowed to Qin Yu.

"Good job. Now lift his chin and let me have a look at his face."

Receiving their orders, the paper figures swarmed forward like a wave—some grabbing his hair, others pulling his ears.

At first, the man tried to resist, but after one of the paper figures bit down hard on his finger, he let out a freakish yelp of pain and silently accepted his fate.

Qin Yu looked at the man's face—his cheekbones were rather high, the distance between his eyes was short, and his physiognomy revealed an unmistakable trace of meanness.

Qin Yu frowned; most of what this man had said was true, except...

"Where is your son?"

Panic was clearly visible on the man's face. His eyes darted around, trying to avoid Qin Yu's gaze, but helplessly, the paper figures firmly pulled at him, forcing him to meet Qin Yu's eyes.

"You also knew that your son was only three years old! How could you be so cruel as to murder him with your own hands?"

[Vocal? He killed his own son?]
[Is this fu*king real or fake?]
[You can unconditionally trust the anchor's judgment.]
[But why would he? He doesn't even have a wife anymore? Why kill the only son he had left to depend on?]
[Is there a possibility that his wife left him for a reason too?]
[I think you're right.]

Looking at the bullet comments scrolling past one by one, the man tightly clenched his fingers into fists out of hatred, "What do you people understand? That bastard wasn't even my son!"

The man's hysterical roar was met with a paper figure fiercely yanking on his scalp, the leader of the paper figures standing with hands on hips, clearly meaning, *Behave yourself.*

This did not come as a surprise to Qin Yu.

Because there were simply no children to be found in his physiognomy.

The pain of having his scalp yanked by the paper figures forced the man to restrain himself somewhat, though his tone remained vicious, "Do you know what it feels like to raise another man's son for three years, thinking he's your own? Hahahaha, I must be the most ridiculous man in the world! My son, the one I always held in the palm of my hand!"

As he spoke, tears spontaneously welled up and streamed down the man's face.

Under the influence of his overly agitated emotions, his words became somewhat incoherent, "Actually, I didn't mean to kill him! But he was crying and making a fuss to find his mother! To find that woman who betrayed me from the very beginning! Why? Wasn't I good enough to him? Why did he still want his mother?"

"Do you know what it feels like to strangle someone to death with your own hands? I watched him slowly like that, little by little losing his breath. I slowly felt his body turn colder, softer, and then harder, and then I slowly watched bruises and livid spots crawl all over his tiny body... I didn't feel scared at all. Death is good; once he died, I had one less burden..."

The man cried and laughed hysterically by turns, and after laughing, he put on a deeply ferocious expression.

Qin Yu picked up her backup phone to call the police, and then cut off the live stream connection.

The netizens in the stream snapped out of their shock and eagerly began bombarding Qin Yu with gossip-filled questions.

"His physiognomy is somewhat mean-spirited, which will subtly and gradually influence the people around him. If it's only for a short time, those around him might just suffer some minor bad luck, like choking on water or getting a piece of bread stuck in their throat. But over time, it's very likely to affect the luck and even the lifespan of the people around him."

[Isn't this the legendary lone-star curse of ill omen portrayed in TV dramas?]

"You could understand it that way."

[So his wife ran away because she couldn't stand the bad luck?]

"Yes and no." Qin Yu pondered slightly before explaining, "When he married his wife back then, he spent all his savings to welcome her home in grand style. Because of this, his wife had always felt a deep sense of gratitude toward him. It's just that his fate was destined to be childless, yet he stubbornly wanted a son."

These were all things Qin Yu had seen from the man's memories.

Qin Yu sighed softly and continued, "In his obsession to have a son, he reached a state bordering on madness. The immense pressure caused him to develop a habit of heavy drinking, and every time he got drunk, he would resort to beating and kicking his wife, cursing her for being a barren hen. Gradually, the wife couldn't endure that kind of life anymore, stepped onto a crooked path, and thus the child was conceived."

[In other words, having this son was entirely his own fault!]
[It's truly laughable. If he couldn't have a son, he should have gone to the hospital for a checkup instead of blaming the woman!]
[Disgusting abusive man!]

Qin Yu shook her head helplessly alongside the chat.

Sometimes, women could be truly pathetic, attempting to use a child to change a man.

"After the child was born, he did reform for a period of time. But he never managed to kick his drinking habit. Whenever he got drunk, he couldn't control himself and would beat his wife savagely. Yet, when he sobered up, he wouldn't remember any of it, and only realized the truth when he saw the scars on his wife's body..."

"Amidst countless beatings, the wife finally couldn't take it anymore and ran away..."