The Mightiest Little Master of Metaphysics
Chapter 130 - 128: Xiuying Sent Me a Dream

Chapter 130: Chapter 128: Xiuying Sent Me a Dream

"Little Master, what’s wrong? Can’t you see it?" Liu Qiang asked worriedly when Yun Qi hadn’t spoken for a long time.

Yun Qi withdrew her golden pupils and shook her head.

Yun Qiuce noticed her unusual behavior and walked over, "Oh dear, children are asleep at this hour. Let’s talk about it tomorrow. Qi is definitely fine. Do you have anything else to say, your family’s time is limited with the Spirit Talisman."

"Oh." Liu Qiang no longer pressed Yun Qi for results and began talking to Zhang Xiuying about their other two children, reassuring her that they were growing up healthy and everything was fine.

Zhang Xiuying cried so hard she could barely stand, "That’s good. Knowing you’re all okay puts my mind at ease."

When the Spiritual Power is exhausted, Liu Qiang and the child would no longer see Zhang Xiuying and her child.

Although they talked for a long time, the old lady was still sad beyond words, looking around until the child’s figure completely disappeared, as if he had never come out.

Only then did she turn around and walk back into the house, Liu Qiang tried to comfort her, but she waved him off.

The once peaceful and warm farmhouse courtyard suddenly became exceedingly oppressive and heavy, making it hard to breathe.

At night, Yun Qi lay on the window, with her little hands holding her chin, staring dazedly at the bright moon outside.

"Oh? How old is our little Qi, and she already has worries? Tell Uncle what’s on your mind so I can laugh." Yun Qiuce poked Yun Qi’s chubby cheek with a fingertip, feeling its plump and smooth elasticity, which made him keep poking.

"Oh, Uncle!" Yun Qi pouted, playfully swatting his hand away, her naturally delicate brows furrowed, "Qi is troubled right now."

"What’s wrong?" Yun Qiuce saw her distressed expression and sobered up his demeanor.

"The man who killed the pretty aunt is about to die of natural causes, probably tonight."

"What? Is there a way to prevent his death?"

As soon as he spoke, Yun Qiuce sensed a paradox.

To pay for a life by life is a given, how could they waste spiritual power to save him?

Yet it feels unjust for a murderer to pass away naturally without punishment, like an ordinary person.

Even if brought back, they’d still want him dead. Wouldn’t that be redundant?!

Yun Qiuce’s simple mind struggled with such a paradox.

Yun Qi sighed discontentedly, "The karmic thread on Zhang Xiuying is about to break. Once it breaks, all earthly ties should be abandoned, a conclusion her family surely can’t accept."

"I wouldn’t accept it either. How come he gets to die peacefully? Why do his wrongs disappear upon death? Qi, tell me who that man is, and after he’s buried tomorrow, I’ll find some thugs to throw dog poop on his grave mound."

Yun Qi blinked, turning to Yun Qiuce.

Yun Qiuce thought his little niece was about to mock his childishness and nervously rubbed his nose.

"Good idea, Uncle. Is he really getting buried tomorrow?"

"Of course, it’s so hot, if he’s not buried soon, he’ll attract flies."

Yun Qi placed her fingertips under her chin, seriously pondering, her lovely phoenix eyes filled with naive charm.

"In that case, this will be interesting."

"What? Really gonna throw dog poop at his grave? I’ll make sure to find those thugs tomorrow."

"No," Yun Qi playfully stuck out her tongue, "I plan to make him restless even in death."

***

Early the next morning, as Yun Qi and Yun Qiuce got out of bed, Liu Qiang’s family had already prepared a meal, setting farm-style dishes on the small courtyard table beneath a pear tree bearing fruit. The large green pears hung from the branches, the weather was clear, with leaves rustling softly.

Sitting in the farmhouse courtyard, listening to bird songs, feeling the gentle breeze, made breakfast especially flavorful.

The simple meal of potato dishes, steamed buns, and mung bean porridge smelled particularly fragrant.

Yun Qi’s appetite was stimulated, clapping her little hands, "Wow, it smells so good, Qi’s tummy is about to be empty."

Seeing her innocent behavior, Liu Qiang and his family laughed.

"Little Master, we don’t have much to offer, hope you don’t mind. Well, can we go find the murderer after eating?" Liu Qiang asked awkwardly, rubbing his hands.

Qi used her small hands to break the buns while cheerfully saying, "After eating, let’s go to the police station and let the officers handle it."

"What, the police?" Liu Qiang was shocked.

For twenty years, he often went to the police station. Just a few days ago, he mentioned inviting a master to help see into things, only to be advised against wasting money by some officers.

Not to mention, how would the police believe a little girl like Qi is a master?

They surely wouldn’t, they’d assume he was tricked by a child, and what malice could a child have?

In the end, they’d absolutely suspect Yun Qiuce of being the mastermind.

Thinking of this, Liu Qiang guiltily glanced at Yun Qiuce.

Yun Qiuce rubbed his nose in confusion, "Why are you looking at me? I know I’m handsome."

"Rest assured, after eating, go to the police station once more, doing as I say."

Liu Qiang, a regular at the station, was known for his purpose upon entering the office.

The officer attending to him was Zheng Qingshan, a disciple from a veteran who trained him.

Zheng Qingshan politely poured him a glass of water, "I know you’re here to inquire about the case, but as it stands, there’s no progress."

The station would periodically reassess this case using the latest technology, but the passage of time yielded no new findings.

Liu Qiang waved it off, "No, I’m not here to ask about progress, I’m here to provide information."

"Oh? What information do you have?" Zheng Qingshan curiously observed the man who, in his grief, had obstructed the investigation, undermining their efforts despite his understandable emotions.

"Last night, Xiuying visited me in a dream... Officer Zheng, don’t laugh, I’m serious."

Seeing Liu Qiang’s earnest expression, Zheng Qingshan stifled his laughter. "Alright, go ahead."

No matter what, the inability to solve this case brought prolonged harm to the victim’s family, making Zheng Qingshan harbor a sense of guilt towards Liu Qiang.

"Xiuying said the man strangled her twice with a hemp rope, broke the first, and got a second. She ran out once while he retrieved a rope, but returned out of concern for her child."

Zheng Qingshan’s expression turned serious, scrupulously examining Liu Qiang.

Those details matched!

The officers had previously reconstructed the confrontation between the victim and perpetrator on-site, piecing together a basic theory.

However, to maintain confidentiality, these details weren’t shared with the family.

Meaning Liu Qiang wasn’t supposed to know any of this. Could it be Zhang Xiuying truly visited him in a dream?

"Xiuying also mentioned he was a man in his fifties, physically unfit, who enjoyed tormenting others, smiling perversely while doing so."

Zheng Qingshan sprang up, Liu Qiang’s portrayal was so detailed, as if he was there.

Marks of assault on Zhang Xiuying weren’t severe, but she bore some bruises caused by a man’s grip.

The criminal psychologist indicated this suggested the perpetrator’s impotence, fulfilling his deviant desires through other means.