Chapter 71: The Blood Sacrifice (2/2)

“In a few minutes, I will use my power to make all of you kill each other!” he threatened.

As soon as he spoke, the atmosphere in the police station became tense. Everyone eyed each other nervously, seriously fearing that their lives would end by the hands of their colleagues.

I was not impressed.

“That’s enough, Yu Jun,” I said. “I have seen someone possessed by the cat spirit, and your acting looks nothing like it at all.”

My words almost broke Yu Jun’s character. His lips trembled and I could see his eyes darting around in panic.

“I know you’re trying to scare us,” I added. “You think that we’ll let you go for fear of the curse? Well, I hate to spoil your plans, but that’ll never happen. If you want to keep going with your acting, then go ahead. We’ll see who ends up dead by midnight.”

I called Huang Xiaotao aside and whispered some words to her, then told the rest of the room, “Everyone can leave the room now. I will deal with him myself!”

Officer Liao didn’t like the sound of that, but after my insistence, he and the rest of the police officers finally left. Huang Xiaotao looked at her watch and remarked, “Oh my god! Song Yang, there are only ten minutes left until midnight!”

Yu Jun glanced at the wall clock, sneered, and his confidence returned. He then continued his lame acting. This time he even shook his head and foamed at the mouth as he stated, “I, the noble cat spirit, will soon show you my power! If you heed by my orders, mortal, I will let you live. Otherwise, you shall perish!”

I took a chair and sat down in front of Yu Jun and snickered, “Only ten minutes left. We’ll soon see who will die—all of us, or just you!”

“Dude,” whispered Dali, “what if he’s not lying?”

“Impossible!” I replied with confidence.

Dali didn’t see what it was like when the cat spirit possessed him, so of course he was terrified and didn’t realize that Yu Jun was only acting. I told him to wait outside if he was afraid, but Dali insisted, “How can I just leave you here? Aren’t we bros?”

Time passed by, Huang Xiaotao suddenly exclaimed, “Hey, Dali’s gone!”

I looked around and didn’t find him anywhere, until I heard a rustling noise underneath the table. Dali was curled up down there holding his head and shaking.

“Idiot!” Huang Xiaotao and I simultaneously chided.

At that moment, there were only two minutes left until midnight.

Finally, Yu Jun couldn’t take it anymore and pleaded with a deflated tone, “I confess! I confess! I killed both of the families!”

“How did you kill them?” I asked.

“I wrote down their birth dates and star signs on a piece of paper, burnt them, and mixed the ashes with my blood and fed it to the Wealth Beckoning Cat. Then I placed the figurine in their house, and the cat spirit would emit a magnetic field to make the residents of the house go insane and kill each other.”

He then bit off a small chunk of flesh from his middle finger. I shuddered at how painful it must’ve felt. But he then stretched out his finger which bled profusely and begged, “Please take my blood and feed it to the cat now! It’s a cold-blooded beast and it’ll turn against me the instant I stop feeding it!”

“What happens next?” I asked.

“The figurine is just a cell to suppress its soul,” continued Yu Jun. “I drop my blood into the figurine every night to feed it. If I fail to do that, it will break through the seal and wreak havoc! I had to rent a house opposite of Huang Youcai’s to enable me to feed it in time. This cat spirit is especially wild and hard to tame. It is always fighting against me, trying to free itself from my control.”

I was fascinated. No wonder the cat spirit had fought us so fiercely to destroy the figurine that it was trapped in! It turned out that the cat spirit had been imprisoned and enslaved all along!

“Did you sneak into the home of the deceased every day to feed the cat spirit with your blood?”

“No, I didn’t have to drop my blood directly onto the cat figurine. As long as I dropped it onto the flame of a burning red candle within 20 meters of the figurine, the cat spirit would smell the scent of blood and feed off of it.”

“Where did you get this cat spirit?” I asked.

“From a wandering Daoist priest who sold it to me,” explained Yu Jun. He then grew ever more anxious. “Please, Officer, stop asking me questions for now and take my blood to the cat and feed it! I beg you!”

Compared to the arrogant and composed countenance that he wore earlier this afternoon, Yu Jun’s current desperate pleas made him look like an entirely different person.

I pulled out my phone from my pocket and handed it to him.

“Look at what time it is.”

Yu Jun did so and his jaw dropped.

I instructed Huang Xiaotao earlier to adjust the clock on the wall to be thirty minutes faster as the other officers were leaving the room. It was now only half-past eleven.

Plus, I had also recorded everything that Yu Jun said with my phone. This was enough evidence to be presented in court as proof that Yu Jun was a serial murderer!