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.
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.”
“When I was at school, the teachers mentioned the forensic profession, but there are still very few such experts, existing only in large cities. Our village’s police station definitely couldn’t afford a forensic expert.”
Although Lin Chunju didn’t understand what Ma Qiang was saying, the word ‘forensic’ instinctively made her think of medical doctors.
That prompted her to ask, “Can’t we just find a doctor?”
Ma Qiang frowned in thought for a moment, “Ordinary doctors definitely won’t suffice, and for anything else, I’d have to ask my chief or even higher authorities for permission.”
Yue Jiandong, sensing an opportunity to uncover evidence against Ma Jinbao’s family, promptly responded, “Police comrade, thank you so much. Is there anything we can help with?”
Ma Qiang scratched his head, as if struggling to find the words.
“I’m afraid you can’t take the child away just yet. We need to find a way to preserve the body until a doctor or a forensic expert can examine it before burial.”
The villagers valued burying the dead promptly, and it was uncertain if the Yue family would agree to such a request.
However, Lin Chunju immediately agreed, “Okay, as long as it helps bring that family to justice, we’ll definitely cooperate.”
Yue Xiaofang stared blankly at the child’s corpse, finally speaking.
“Can’t… let… them go…”
Ma Qiang suggested, “I need to ask for permission from my superiors. In the meantime, I’ll try to preserve the body with ice or something similar. To avoid any conflicts of interest, you should head back to Daye Village and wait for my news.”
The Yue family agreed to Ma Qiang’s proposal and took Yue Xiaofang back to the village.
Upon learning of her sister-in-law’s plight, Zhang Ying and Wang Xiaoni were immensely distressed.
The two tried to console Yue Xiaofang, but she remained silent and unresponsive, causing heartache without knowing how to alleviate it.
Until one day, Yue Qingqing squatted next to Yue Xiaofang, looking at her quietly.
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.
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.