TSFLIP Chapter 802

“Thinking of you just now, I—” Shu Qiu suddenly snapped back to his senses. He almost blurted something out, but quickly swallowed the words. Blinking innocently, he said, “What’s there to think about? You’re so adorable. If I were the master of Linglong Manor, I’d gladly welcome you to visit anytime.”

“Heh…” She clearly didn’t believe him.

“What’s with that laugh? You think I’d lie to you?” Shu Qiu started to tap her head with his folding fan, only to realize it had fallen to the ground. He picked it up, dusted it off awkwardly, and said, “Little girl, how old are you this year?”

“Six.”

“Exactly six…” Shu Qiu seemed to confirm something. He stood up, his easy smile fading, looking suddenly troubled.

Feng Guang had no interest in whatever he was struggling with. “I’m going back,” she said.

“Wait a second…” Shu Qiu grabbed one of her braids.

She turned around, her tone clearly irritated despite her childlike voice. “Sir, what is it this time?”

“Little Feng Guang—”

She shivered all over. “Don’t call me that!”

“Miss Xia then…” he corrected himself, sounding pitiful.

Feng Guang’s expression softened slightly. “What is it, sir?”

“Are you interested in solving a case?”

“No.”

Shu Qiu froze mid-sentence. He had assumed that, like any curious child, she’d be thrilled at the mention of a mystery. After all, what kid hadn’t dreamed of being a detective at some point?

But Feng Guang had long since learned that curiosity killed the cat. Years ago, she’d made up her mind to never let herself be ruled by it again.

“You’re really not the least bit curious about the Liu family case?” Shu Qiu pressed, trying to spark her interest. “Everyone’s been talking about it like it’s something supernatural—ghosts, demons, you name it.”

“These things have nothing to do with me.”

“Well, um…” Shu Qiu was never good at dealing with children—especially when the “child” in front of him clearly had the mind of an adult. Then suddenly, an idea struck him. “You know, a lot of people are saying the master of Linglong Manor is the murderer. He was seen outside a few days ago, and now the rumors are spreading like wildfire—that he’s some kind of blood-drinking killer. Tell me, if they never find the real murderer, and the townsfolk grow more afraid and resentful, what do you think will happen when they all band together to drive the people of Linglong Manor out?”

“They’d actually have the right to do that?”

“In this world, fools still make up the majority. And when fools unite, what good does it do for a handful of people to stay rational?”

Feng Guang bit her lip, saying nothing.

“So, Miss Xia,” Shu Qiu said softly, “would you be willing to help me find out who really killed Madam Liu?”

“You don’t actually want me to help you find the killer,” she replied.

She wasn’t naïve. She knew perfectly well that no one would put their hopes of solving a murder on the shoulders of a child.

“Well… honestly, I was hoping Master Shufeng could lend a hand,” Shu Qiu admitted, rubbing the back of his head sheepishly. Being seen through by a little girl was embarrassing—but only for a moment. He quickly grinned again and said shamelessly, “But think about it—it’s a win-win! The yamen gets to catch the killer, and Master Shufeng clears his name at the same time.”

She couldn’t deny that he had a point.

“But I can’t promise I can convince Shufeng to get involved,” she said.

“No need to convince him.”