Chapter 72: Guilty Man, Innocent Ca (1/2)

I found a small bottle and added a little bit of Yu Jun’s blood into it. Since he confessed, I had to fulfill my promise to ensure that he would not die today!

We went downstairs and saw Officer Liao and a group of police officers waiting for us. By the sheer number of police officers swarmed together, people passing by might think that a natural disaster had occurred.

“The suspect has already confessed,” I told them. “You should go upstairs and record his formal confession.”

“How did you do it?!” asked the shocked Officer Liao.

“By employing a simple trick,” I explained. “It’s half-past eleven now. I’m going to feed the cat spirit Yu Jun’s blood so you won’t be in danger anymore. You can go back in there now.”

To be honest, I understood these officers’ feelings, and I don’t blame them for their present timidity. They were scared by Yu Jun’s threats not because they were stupid or superstitious, but only because they’d witnessed first-hand how effective and brutal the curse had been. Besides, they had no knowledge of how magnetic fields could affect human psychology. From their perspective, it was only logical to err on the cautious side.

The Wealth Beckoning Cat was placed in Officer Liao’s car, so we asked him for the key and went to the parking lot. But when we found the car, we noticed that the window had been broken and there was nothing in the back seat!

“But how is this possible?” exclaimed Huang Xiaotao. “The car was parked within the police station area. If the glass was broken, the alarm would’ve rung! Why didn’t we hear anything?”

“Perhaps there are some supernatural forces at play…” I conjected.

I took out a packet of flour and sprinkled it on the door and found a small handprint on it. I immediately thought of the little girl!

“But didn’t her relative pick her up?” asked Huang Xiaotao.

I recalled the events of that night. The little girl and the cat spirit appeared at almost the same time. There was a possibility that the little girl was also on the cat’s kill list, but perhaps it let the girl live on the condition that she helped it get out of its prison.

I was aware that my inferences surpassed the normal realm of logic, but when it came to this mysterious case, it seemed that nothing was impossible.

“Let’s split up and look for her!” I said. “We must get the cat figurine back before midnight! The suspect can’t just die now!”

We split up and searched all over. When it was only a few minutes before midnight, I got a call from Huang Xiaotao who told me that she found a little girl holding the cat figurine on a pedestrian bridge over a highway.

I rushed to the place. Wang Yuanchao was already there, holding his gun. He and Huang Xiaotao stood at opposite ends of the bridge, and the little girl was in the middle, holding the cat figurine.

“Be a good girl and give hand that thing over to me,” said Huang Xiaotao, stretching a hand towards the little girl.

I noticed that the girl’s eyes looked normal, which meant that she was not possessed by the Wealth Beckoning Cat. She held the cat figurine tightly to her chest, not saying a word.

“Huang Yuanyuan,” I said to her, “the murderer who killed your family has confessed his crimes. He will be sentenced to death soon. You don’t need to go this length to punish him!”

Seeing that she was ignoring me, I slowly approached her step by step.

“Please listen to me,” I continued, “you have to hand that cat figurine to us!”

The girl suddenly raised her hands and lifted the cat figurine over the highway. Our hearts almost jumped out of our throats when we saw what she was trying to do!

“After Mommy and Daddy died,” she said with a shaking voice, “the kitty found me and confessed to me that he killed them. But I don’t hate him, because I know he was forced to do it!”

“You can communicate with it?” I was genuinely surprised.

“I can understand him.” The girl nodded.

So it was true what people said about children having pure eyes that can see supernatural beings.

“I know the bad guy forced him to do it,” the girl added. “I feel bad for the kitty. I want to help him!”

“Don’t worry,” I reassured her. “The bad guy will be punished by the law, and you can hand this thing to us. We’ll deal with it appropriately.”

“No!” shouted the girl. “It’s not a thing! It’s a poor kitty! I don’t trust you adults! You only think of the kitty as a tool to get money! You’ll do bad things when you take him away!”

“No, not all adults are bad people!” I explained.

She still shook her head adamantly. Her thin arms that were holding up the cat figurine were shaking as if they could no longer bear its weight.