Love letters are not allowed in the exorcism notebook!-Chapter 85: Trust the Country, Trust the Government

We must leave professional matters to the professionals.

Looking for a partner to replenish Yang energy may not necessarily cure menstrual irregularities.

But if you let the police use a portrait to search for someone, it will certainly be much more efficient.

That’s what they do regularly.

As a local district police officer, superiors do not necessarily require you to have much capacity in criminal investigation, but you must clearly understand the local connections such as all sorts of influential families and figures because most of the time, the issues handled stay at the level of neighborhood disputes.

To find out about the daily routine of a local housewife with no awareness of counter-surveillance, just find the right person and you can even find out how many times that woman and her husband are intimate in one night. 𝙛𝒓𝓮𝙚𝔀𝒆𝒃𝓷𝒐𝓿𝙚𝓵.𝙘𝒐𝒎

It didn’t take Qin Xiangdong long to gather all the information about this woman.

A demon wanting to possess a body isn’t as simple as blowing a breath into them.

You need at least a few thousand years of cultivation, become official, and also need directives from upper-level leaders to perform it smoothly and understatedly. Then you have to keep an eye out yourself, not overdo the work, slack off when possible, and not volunteer any extravagant demands such as alcohol lakes or meat forests, or else you might trap yourself...

Ordinary evil ghosts that want to possess a fleshly body have very stringent requirements regarding time, place, person, and event, as the connection between a person’s body and their spirits is extremely close, making it hard to find an opportunity to enter when they are vulnerable.

That’s the traditional belief.

As that mutant demon demonstrated, possessing a woman’s body in broad daylight under the fierce sun is theoretically challenging. Its difficulty is akin to licking a metal bar at minus thirty degrees and relishing its taste without constraints.

If it was truly that powerful, then it wouldn’t need to be so sneaky.

There’s only one possibility: that woman was a puppet body it had prepared in advance, just like keeping a quilt neatly folded during military training and not opening it for a month.

But such people can’t be expected to live like normal individuals.

This woman’s name is Madam Zhangliu. Her husband died ten years ago, leaving her with a child, and she has been supporting herself by washing and ironing for others in the streets and alleys. According to the neighbors, ever since she lost her husband, she became rather delirious and over the years, she blindly followed many superstitious beliefs.

As the saying goes, a widow’s doorway is often fraught with troubles.

If there’s no man in the house, life is almost unbearable. If you are tough and fierce, others may not dare to provoke you. Show the slightest weakness, and people will not stop gossiping; there are even those shameless enough to take advantage of you to the point of ruin.

This falls under the problem of social attitudes, and the Imperial Court of the past had no real solutions. The Governmental Office couldn’t manage it, nor would her parental or in-law families interfere; many widows have had no choice but to place their hopes in Buddha or gods to survive.

Tianmen City, known since ancient times for its economic prosperity and dense population where water and land converge, is teeming with people from all walks of life.

There’s no shortage of established and reputable Daoist temples that promote a blend of Chinese and Western beliefs, inclusivity.

As for those without renown, it’s hard to tell; if not a thousand, there are at least eight hundred, one performing after another. Sometimes, those Daoist brothers and sisters even hold multiple positions, changing leaders every ten or fifteen days, without even needing to change the teaching materials, just modify a bit and reuse them.

Without at least ten years of experience in the Jianghu World rooted in this local area, you’d find it hard to understand the intricacies here.

According to the neighbors, Madam Zhangliu recently invited a "Black Heavenly Mother" into her home for worship, looking dazed all day, barely reacting even when greeted by others.

After confirming these details about her, Qin Xiangdong did not investigate further to avoid alerting her.

He was waiting for the fifteenth, and also waiting for news from Wang Yunxiao.

With Qinghe Middle School willingly opening its doors, they must be prepared, and the demon wouldn’t gain any advantages.

Qin Xiangdong did not know what secrets the school held, but he trusted Principal Zhou Yaowen.

Those who could follow the President in campaigns across the land from that era and survive were certainly no easy marks.

Others wield pens, not guns, not because they cannot use them, but simply because they dislike doing so.

"Report!"

"Come in!"

Gao Shan entered, "Reporting to the leader, the kid has arrived!"

Qin Xiangdong looked up at him, "Where is all this emotion coming from?"

Gao Shan, with a stiff neck and eyes straight ahead, said, "None!"

"Then what did you just say?"

"Reporting to the leader! Wang Yunxiao is here!"

Qin Xiangdong looked at him intensely and began to ponder how he could polish this rough stone a bit smoother.

"Do you know why he is here today?"

"I do not."

"He’s come to you, and you don’t even know what for? How do you perform investigative work? Can’t you make small talk or lure out some information?"

Qin Xiangdong would never admit that he was inferior to Wang Yunxiao, but Gao Shan staunchly refused to agree.

But admitting he hadn’t done his job well left Gao Shan speechless, his face turning as red as a pig’s liver.

"All right, be smarter next time, criminal investigation work isn’t the same as being a scout. You deal mostly with normal people now; you should mind your methods. Call him up, and you come and listen in as well."

Qin Xiangdong calmly waved his hand and took a sip of water from his teacup.

Soon after Gao Shan brought Wang Yunxiao in; Wang walked over and directly said, "Director Qin, make the arrest!"

Qin Xiangdong shook his head, "We certainly found some clues here, but we don’t have actual evidence, nor is it proper to make an arrest. That woman you saw that day... her son is a prime suspect, but not the only one."

"What exactly is considered actual evidence? Does the current legislation clearly define the harm caused by demons and evil spirits using sorcery?"

Wang Yunxiao retorted, "Or are we to proceed as long as we confirm it’s not human?"

Qin Xiangdong nodded, "If it’s confirmed not human, then yes."

If not human, then it has no human rights, it is not under the jurisdiction of human laws, hence it cannot enjoy the rights and privileges of citizens.

Prisoners of war may claim human rights... of course, there are few countries in the world that really take that document seriously.

Spies definitely do not have human rights, and if they are killed, they deserve it.

"Last night, we gave it a beating, and it should still be lacking its full strength now."

Wang Yunxiao briefly described the events of the previous night, then, from the position of a concerned citizen, suggested, "Given the beating it took, even if it’s alive, it hardly has the strength to jump around anymore; we might as well directly go and investigate. Anyone suspicious, drag them out into the sun. Those that die on the spot are surely demons or evil spirits, and those who do not, are trickster demons or evil spirits!"

"Makes sense!"

Qin Xiangdong made a decision right there, "Gao Shan, head downstairs to gather everyone, bring Comrade Wang, and let’s set off!"