184: Chapter 184 The real culprit is an acquaintance.

This skill is truly powerful.

Attributes can be unreliable, but these skills have never disappointed me.

Regardless of the item's grade, as long as it's a skill, each one is more miraculous than the last.

It really is telepathic, directly presenting the images seen by the target as a visual feed.

And this skill is exactly what I needed.

I just obtained it in the middle of the night, and it's already come in handy.

Has the Luck attribute taken effect again?

I don't know if it's my luck or little Yang Yujie's luck.

Thinking this, I whispered: "Yang Yujie?"

The image, which had been trembling slightly, instantly stilled.

It worked!

Han Jingyang was overjoyed and continued in a low voice: "Don't panic, don't look around, just nod or shake your head. I am a friend of your father's, and your father is right here beside me."

The image nodded slightly.

Such a smart little girl, keeping her cool in a crisis.

Han Jingyang continued: "Is there anyone else with you?"

The image moved up and down; this was a nod.

"Are there other victims? Like, little girls just like you?"

The image continued to nod up and down, this time for two consecutive rounds with a two-second interval in between.

That means... there are two more victims?

Han Jingyang asked again: "Is the culprit with you?"

The image continued to nod up and down.

"How many culprits?"

It nodded three consecutive rounds; that meant there were three culprits.

"Can you see the culprits?"

It continued to nod up and down.

Just then, Han Jingyang suddenly heard a voice: "Stop moving around, why are you nodding constantly?"

The image trembled slightly twice, and the voice continued: "Don't think about escaping; you'll lose your lives. Just stay put obediently, and we'll let you go in three days. Do you understand?"

Then came the voices of three little girls replying "Yes" and "We understand."

The other two sounded timid, even tearful.

Only Yang Yujie's voice remained relatively calm.

But Han Jingyang frowned.

Because the voice sounded familiar, as if I had heard it somewhere before, but I couldn't quite place it for the moment.

Could it be some acquaintance?

Judging by the accent, they were definitely a local of Quancheng.

But not that familiar.

Could it be an acquaintance I'd only met once or twice?

Han Jingyang went through everyone he knew in his mind from beginning to end, then whispered: "Take a look at the culprit."

The image slowly turned, and a man's face flashed by.

The man roared: "What are you looking at? Keep looking and I'll beat you up."

The image quickly turned back.

Then the image flickered twice and went out.

Han Jingyang looked at the peach wood tray again; only a tiny bit of green energy remained. The energy was exhausted, and this skill couldn't be used again for a short while.

At this moment, Wang Zhiwei rushed over excitedly: "Little brother, did you find her?"

"Yeah."

"Did you talk to Yujie?"

"Yes, that's her."

Yang Xin hurriedly scrambled up: "Mr. Han, did you, did you really see Yujie?"

Yang Miao grabbed Yang Xin: "Use your brain, is that possible? Light some incense, burn some paper, shake a bell, and you can talk to Yujie? More convenient than a mobile phone? Even phones need to be dialed, but him? He just connects directly. You are just panicking because you care so much, and you're letting him take advantage of you. This kind of person..."

Yang Xin pushed Yang Miao away: "Sister, please, don't make things worse. Even if I'm being scammed, I'm willing. As long as I can find Yujie, I don't care if I lose everything and end up in debt."

Yang Miao was even angrier: "But look at his act, playing god and acting like a ghost—does he look like someone who can find Yujie? Call the police, mobilize the public; that's the real solution. I also know a friend in the Blue Sky Rescue team; I'll ask them to help search too. Isn't that better than this shaman dance? Xinzi, sister begs you, calm down. Don't waste time here, okay?"

Clearly, Yang Miao, being the aunt, was calmer and knew more people; she was the type of person with some influence in society.

And this line of thinking was also sound. For a normal person in this situation, calling the police and seeking help from social resources was the most reliable approach.

Therefore, Han Jingyang wasn't angry and said calmly: "Is Yang Yujie wearing a pair of white socks with two blue stripes today?"

"Huh?" Yang Xin was stunned for a moment, then nodded hurriedly: "Yes, yes, that's the pair. I washed them for her last night."

"Was the inside of the left shoe repaired at a roadside stall because of a tear? The tear was about two centimeters long?"

"Yes, yes, yes, it matches perfectly." Yang Xin didn't know where he got the strength, but he pushed Yang Miao away and lunged toward Han Jingyang: "Mr. Han, did you really see Yujie? Where is she? She's not hurt, is she?"

"For now, she seems okay. I also saw the culprit's face and have a general idea of their identity, but I don't know their specific location."

"Really? Who are the culprits?"

Han Jingyang scanned the crowd: "Everyone else, please disperse. Mr. Yang, you and your wife come with me. Old Wang, you come too."

After speaking, he looked at Yang Miao: "Didn't you have a classmate at the police station? See if you can call him over. I will only provide clues; the actual operation depends on the police and your family."

Yang Miao didn't dare say anything else at this moment; she hurriedly made the call and arranged a meeting place.

Ten minutes later.

In a reception room at the Quancheng police station.

Shen Yuhai looked at Yang Miao, then at Han Jingyang, and chuckled: "I was wondering when such a powerful Yin-Yang Master appeared in Quancheng. So it was you, Mr. Han. Sit, sit."

He said to Yang Miao: "Old squad leader, if you had just said earlier that you knew Mr. Han, wouldn't that have been easier? With Mr. Han on the job, is there any problem that can't be solved?"

Yang Miao was stunned: "Old Shen, you, you know him?"

"Know him? Of course I do! We're old acquaintances. You know my mother's current condition; that was Mr. Han's doing."

Yang Miao was shocked. Seeing that Shen Yuhai wasn't joking, she realized that Han Jingyang was truly no ordinary person. She hurriedly stood up, bowed to Han Jingyang, and apologized: "Mr. Han, I'm sorry. I was blind and failed to recognize a superior person earlier. Please, I beg you, don't hold it against me. You must help find Yujie. I, I will make a proper apology to you later..."

Han Jingyang waved his hand: "Let's get down to business."

Shen Yuhai nodded: "Go ahead, Mr. Han."

Han Jingyang cleared his throat: "This matter starts from yesterday, and it actually has something to do with Old Wang."

Wang Zhiwei was confused: "How does it have anything to do with me?"

Han Jingyang sighed: "I'd like to know that too. How come you're involved in every major and minor event in all of Quancheng? A 100% participation rate—truly impressive."

After saying this, he briefly recounted the incident between him and the Three Liu Brothers.

Shen Yuhai was a bit confused: "Someone hired you for Feng Shui, then tried to welch on the bill, so you went in the middle of the night and performed Dragon Slaying on their family's dragon vein, and you almost got into a fight, but in the end, it didn't happen? Is that right?"

Han Jingyang nodded: "If I am guilty, Old Shen, don't go easy on me. Arrest me or fine me as appropriate."

Shen Yuhai didn't know whether to laugh or cry: "Why would I arrest you? Engaging in feudal superstition activities only warrants criticism and education unless it causes serious consequences. Dragon Slaying... it sounds serious, but there's no such provision in the law. How would we charge you? Destruction of the natural environment? Illegal mining? Or illegal hunting of wild animals? None of these fit. You'd probably get a heavier sentence for catching a toad than for this."