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With a clear plan in mind, Chu Yueqing turned to look at a side street lined with shops. "We'll decide later. First, we need to find a storefront."

Ideally, it should be somewhere on Temple Street.

It couldn't be too far from the stall.

"Look at me!" Li Huiwen smacked her forehead on the other end of the phone. "I almost forgot to mention something."

"Does Master Chu still recall the matter involving the Mu family?"

Upon hearing the character "Mu," Chu Yuening's mind flashed with the image of Mu Xingwang, and she quickly shook her head to dispel it. "Mu Xingwang?"

"That's him," Li Huiwen said with a sigh.

"He was found dead on the roadside last night, with his hands and feet severed."

She hadn't even published the information she had gathered about him, and yet Mu Xingwang was already deceased.

"His body was ravaged by vicious dogs, and... that area..."

Li Huiwen spoke with a profound and disdainful tone, her face contorted in disgust. "He was devoured by fierce dogs. His limbs were cut off first so he couldn't escape before they were unleashed. The neighbors say the screams lasted all through the night, but no one dared to look outside. By the time the police arrived, Mu Xingwang was long dead."

Chu Yuening wasn't surprised.

Mu Xingwang's evil deeds went far beyond two incidents, most of which remained hidden from public view.

The moment the protective veil was lifted was when the backlash would begin.

"And... the Mu family situation is tricky. Due to Mu Xingwang's tragic death, Mu Kuan has softened and now wants to preserve his brother's reputation," Li Huiwen said, feeling nauseous at the thought of all the uncovered truths that she couldn't publish.

"Are you planning to drop the story then?" Chu Yuening inquired.

With indignation, Li Huiwen slammed her hand on the table. "Of course, Mu Kuan wants that, but I won't let him have his way!"

"Not just Mu Xingwang, but also all the dirty deeds the Mu family has done over the years to cover up the truth – I will expose each and every one of them!"

If not for the Mu family's tolerance, how could Mu Xingwang have acted with such impunity?

In the end, it all boiled down to Mu Kuan's flawed upbringing.

Those who aid in crime are criminals themselves.

If she hadn't delved into the hotel girl's suicide, it would've been better. But after uncovering the truth and discovering Mu Xingwang's monstrous nature, as well as the Mu family's manipulation to suppress the facts...

She couldn't let Mu Xingwang's matter end simply with death.

The girl who had taken her own life was defamed, but Li Huiwen insisted on wiping away the dirt from her reputation. She wanted the girl's innocence restored, even in death.

Li Huiwen was also a person with a sense of justice, regardless of whether she was just a gossip reporter...

A police car turned into the street corner and parked by the dessert stall.

Chu Yuening assumed it was Shi Boren returning, so she glanced over curiously. Upon seeing three unfamiliar officers step out of the vehicle, she immediately connected them to the recent murder of Mu Xingwang.

Sure enough, the plainclothes officer in charge had a square jawline and remained expressionless as he flashed his police ID.

"I'm Detective Zhao Sha, from the Major Crimes Unit A. Miss Chu, I understand that you conducted a divination for Mr. Mu Xingwang yesterday afternoon around three?"

Chu Yuening hung up her phone and nodded. "Yes, I did."

Detective Zhao assumed an acquiescent demeanor. "At the moment, we suspect your involvement in a murder case. Please cooperate with us and return to the police station for further investigation."

Chu Yuening was puzzled. "Suspect? Mu Xingwang barely qualified as my guest. Even if he were, why would I kill someone with no grudge against me?"

The other plainclothes officer, growing impatient, interrupted, "You say you didn't do it, so that's it? Then what use are we, the Royal Police Force? We don't just barge into people's homes without solid evidence. No one wants to face the consequences of not cooperating."

Looking at the officer, Chu Yuening knitted her eyebrows.

Startled, the officer met her serene, watery eyes and felt a sudden weight on his shoulders.

Inexplicably, his tone softened. "Our job is tiring, Miss. Please cooperate, thank you."

As soon as he finished speaking, his cheeks flushed with heat.

What the hell!

He was indeed exhausted, but when had he ever spoken in such a gentle manner?

Embarrassing.

Chu Yuening frowned and took off the Chu Ji Desserts apron. Before leaving, she asked Wei Yanlin for help in packing up the stall.

As he walked towards the car, seeing Zhao Shazhan still staring, he recalled his momentary softness and awkwardly patted his shoulder. He leaned in and whispered, "Shazhan, if I told you I have no clue what's going on, would you believe me?"

Zhao Shazhan certainly didn't buy such nonsense. He scoffed coldly, "Why not just declare the murderer innocent? That'd be quicker."

Through extensive investigations and analysis, he was convinced that the dessert girl was highly likely the culprit.

One might wonder.

How could there truly be a fortune-teller with divine skills, able to accurately predict everything?

It would make more sense to say that Chu Yuening herself had orchestrated the reading for Mu Xingwang, with the intention of publicly exposing his misdeeds.

As for how the fortune-teller knew about the crimes Mu Xingwang had committed in the past?

Zhao Shazhan could also piece together that part of the puzzle.

Chapter 70

In the Serious Crime Unit of Kowloon Police Station, in the exclusive interrogation room for Team A.

The sealed room was shrouded in darkness, illuminated only by a dim desk lamp on the interrogation table.

The girl, overcome with sleepiness, couldn't help but yawn, her lychee-shaped eyes glistening as she glanced at the plainclothes officer stacking piles of documents on the table beside her.

"In 1974, Mu Xingwang, because a female classmate refused to help him copy homework, covered her head with ten pounds of sugar, forcing her to shave her hair and causing severe depression."

"In 1978, Mu Xingwang was involved in a fight, breaking a classmate's arm and compensating with one hundred thousand dollars."

"In 1986, Mu Xingwang filed a lawsuit claiming he was forcibly slept with by a certain woman..."

Zhao Jun surveyed the ever-growing stack of files on the interrogation table, propping his legs up and leaning back in his chair, which now rested against the wall.

With a toothpick between his teeth, he swayed it side to side and lifted the tip of his leather shoe. "Tell me, which victim's family do you belong to?"