183: Chapter 183 Telepathy

Han Jingyang frowned and shook his head. "The situation isn't looking too good. Let me try a different method."

As he spoke, he put away the bronze token he had only used once and took out the peach wood plate he had obtained in the middle of the night.

He hoped that this higher-grade peach wood plate would be effective.

This peach wood plate was one grade higher than the bronze token and had two extra attribute points, so it was indeed a bit stronger.

However, Han Jingyang didn't know if those two extra attribute points would actually be useful.

He walked around the place where little Yang Yujie had disappeared twice while holding the peach wood plate, activating the Tracking attribute.

A moment later, there was still no reaction.

Han Jingyang was stunned.

Even this didn't work?

Could it be that the perpetrator was also someone versed in metaphysics?

Thinking of this, he turned to look at Yang Xin. "Mr. Yang, have you had any contact with any unsavory characters lately?"

Yang Xin looked bewildered. "What kind of unsavory characters?"

"People like me, a charlatan."

"No, no. Our family never touches those things. It's not that we don't believe, but we just feel that an ordinary family like ours shouldn't mess with that stuff. We just want to live in peace, but who would have thought..."

"Have you offended anyone?"

"No."

"Are you sure?"

"I'm sure."

Han Jingyang's brows furrowed even tighter.

Without a suspect, it was even harder to find her.

There wasn't even a shred of a clue; this was absurd.

The only ones capable of this were his peers.

At this moment, Wang Zhiwei asked in a low voice, "Brother, is it going to work?"

Han Jingyang shook his head. "This is a bit difficult."

At this, Yang Xin hurriedly said, "Mr. Han, I beg you, please help me. As long as you can find my Yujie, I am willing to sell my house without hesitation."

Han Jingyang sighed. "This isn't a matter of money; it's extremely tricky. The perpetrator is a peer of mine and understands concealment techniques, so my methods are completely useless."

Upon hearing this, the expression on Yang Xin's face became even more desperate. The grown man almost collapsed to the ground. "Then, then what should we do?"

A woman hurriedly supported Yang Xin. "Brother, don't panic. Didn't we call the police? The police will have a way. Besides, the more critical the situation, the more you need to stay calm. You must not get scammed. There are many charlatans these days, and they are all money-grubbing. Once they get a chance, they won't care about your life or death; they won't stop until they've emptied your pockets. Here, let me call my classmate at the police station and ask them to help urge the investigation. With their help, the police will pay more attention."

"But..."

"Listen to your sister. None of these charlatans are any good. They look decent on the outside, but they are actually scum. Every single one of them is a fraud, just out for money."

Wang Zhiwei could no longer hold back when he heard this, and he turned around to retort.

Han Jingyang grabbed Wang Zhiwei by the neck. "Alright, stop arguing. Finding the person is what matters. Ask his family if they have any of the little girl's personal clothing or jewelry?"

Wang Zhiwei turned to look at Yang Xin.

Yang Xin nodded hurriedly. "Yes, yes. Would a hair tie work? She's been wearing braids since she was little."

"That works."

"I'll go home and get it."

Yang Xin ran home at top speed and brought back a pile of his daughter's clothes, toys, and similar items. With a pleading look, he almost knelt before Han Jingyang. "Mr. Han, I beg you, you must help me find Yujie."

"I will do my best." Han Jingyang took the hair tie, looked at it, pulled out a lighter, and lit it, while simultaneously activating the Tracking attribute.

And he activated the Tracking attribute of two items at the same time.

At this moment, he couldn't care about anything else; finding the child was the most important thing.

Having grown up this far, Han Jingyang's temperament was actually quite ordinary. In all aspects, he was a normal person who couldn't even bring himself to hate anyone. Overall, he was quite tolerant and kind, occasionally even having a bit of a "bleeding heart" streak.

The only exception was his deep hatred for human traffickers.

Whenever he saw a human trafficker, he wished he could tear them apart.

Having a younger sister at home made this concern even more acute.

That was why, as soon as he heard Wang Zhiwei say that a little girl had been lost, he took the job without a second thought, not even discussing the price.

As for the sarcastic remarks from Yang Xin's sister, he didn't take them to heart at all.

He only had one thought: find the little girl, catch the human trafficker, and prevent more little girls from becoming victims.

Even if Yang Xin's family didn't pay him, or even if they considered him a fraud, he had to do this.

And not only do it.

He had to do it through the night.

He would try every possible means to find the little girl as soon as possible.

The perpetrator's target was very clear: little girls in this age group.

If they were even a step too slow, even if they could rescue the little girl, it was very likely that the perpetrator would have already succeeded.

Therefore, Han Jingyang used his full strength right from the start, activating two items with the Tracking attribute simultaneously.

It was indeed effective.

Han Jingyang was overjoyed.

The moment it was activated, the blue smoke rising from the burning hair tie suddenly seemed to be attracted by something, turning ninety degrees in a straight line and drifting westward.

Wang Zhiwei was equally overjoyed. "There's a reaction."

Yang Xin couldn't help but grab his wife's hand, his eyes fixed intently on that wisp of blue smoke drifting straight to the west. "It's the west. That car drove off to the west..."

The other family members were also inexplicably excited, gazing closely in the direction the blue smoke was drifting.

However, the sudden surprise lasted less than three seconds before it suddenly vanished.

After drifting for a while, that wisp of blue smoke slowly dissipated into the air.

"Sigh..."

Everyone sighed in unison.

Yang Xin's knees went weak, and he almost collapsed. He had been rushing around for the better part of the day without a drop of water, relying entirely on a single breath of determination to keep going.

As a result, the glimmer of hope he had just seen vanished right before his eyes. The breath of determination holding him up instantly deflated, and he almost fainted.

Yang Xin's eldest sister, Yang Miao, was alarmed and grabbed her brother to support him. "Xinzi, you can't have anything happen to you. We can't have you ending up in the hospital while Yujie is still missing. Hang in there a bit longer; let's find Yujie first. Come on, let's go to the hospital. Don't listen to this fraud's nonsense; checking street surveillance and handing out flyers is much more reliable than this."

After saying this, she supported Yang Xin and prepared to leave.

The other family members felt a bit awkward. If they left, it would be rude to this young Feng Shui Master.

But if they didn't leave, this attempt had failed again.

They couldn't just keep waiting here, could they? That wasn't how it worked; they still had to keep looking for the person. Whether it was handing out flyers or checking surveillance, these friends and relatives had to take action.

Wang Zhiwei furrowed his brows and leaned close to Han Jingyang. "Brother, are there any other methods?"

"What do you think?"

"There definitely is."

"You certainly have confidence. I don't even dare guarantee it myself. If the perpetrator is stronger than me, no matter how many methods I have, it will be in vain." Although Han Jingyang said this, his actions were not slow at all. He turned to Liu Jing and said, "Set up the altar."

Liu Jing opened her backpack without hesitation and, coordinating with Shi Xiaoya, completed a series of actions within a short ten seconds.

The group of family members was stunned.

So professional?

Setting up an altar? Are they going to do this for real?

Even Yang Xin, who had almost collapsed, struggled to crawl to the front of the altar and began to kowtow "thump, thump, thump," causing his head to bleed after just a few knocks.

Han Jingyang ignored Yang Xin and directly lit the incense sticks, inserting them into the incense burner.

Then, with one hand holding the hair tie and the other waving a bell, he softly shouted, "Telepathy."

The next second.

He felt a scene appear before his eyes, as if it were a surveillance feed with poor image quality.

But the feed was from a first-person perspective.

This was... the perspective of little Yang Yujie?