Chapter 72: Chapter 72: Want to Talk to Her?

    Yue Qingqing’s words were not without merit; her senses were exceptionally keen. From the moment she saw the baby’s corpse, she had noticed what seemed to be marks on its neck.

    However, these marks were almost indiscernible to the naked eye due to the livor mortis.

    As a cultivator, one could investigate the cause and effect of an incident through retrospective spell casting, although the present Yue Qingqing was unable to cast such spells.

    Even if she could cast them, the locals would likely consider her a monster.

    In the era Yue Qingqing lived, among the commoners there was a profession called Death Investigator, who could determine the method of murder by identifying the wounds on a deceased, thereby pinpointing the murderer.

    Oh, if only her third senior brother from the Cultivation Healing Path were here; his meticulous nature would surely have revealed something.

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    Upon Yue Qingqing casually mentioning this, Ma Qiang immediately realized something.

    “Marks on the body? Comrade Yue Xiaofang, could you let me see the child?”

    Yue Xiaofang immediately recoiled in fear, as if someone might snatch the infant from her arms.

    Yue Qingqing softly said, “Auntie, the police uncle is catching the bad guy.”

    Glazed over, Yue Xiaofang’s gaze shifted, and she handed the baby over.

    Ma Qiang examined the body carefully, yet realized he was no expert; he could not discern anything beneath the livor mortis.

    “Sorry, I can’t really make it out. We need a professional forensic expert for this.”

    Until one day, Yue Qingqing squatted next to Yue Xiaofang, looking at her quietly.

    “Auntie.”

    Something flickered in Yue Xiaofang’s eyes, and her gaze fell on Yue Qingqing.

    “Would you like to talk to her?”

    After a long pause, Yue Xiaofang finally spoke, her voice hoarse from disuse, raspy like gravel.

    “Her? Who is she?”

    Yue Qingqing gently took her hand, “The baby, she’s watching you. Do you want to talk to her?”

    Yue Xiaofang opened her mouth, thinking she had misheard.

    No, she must have misunderstood, after all, children say the darndest things.

    Even in her grief, she knew the baby had gone to another place and couldn’t possibly be watching her.

    Just as Yue Xiaofang was about to look away, she suddenly felt a pain in her fingertip.

    Yue Qingqing had pricked her with something, causing a drop of blood to roll from her fingertip.

    As this drop of blood hung in the air, it suddenly emitted a dark aura.

    A thrilling sensation rose within her, and Yue Xiaofang heard a crisp voice at her ear.

    “Mommy!”