Chapter 216: Visit
（The chapter number is wrong; this chapter should be 213）
Since the “blessing” was released by Yu Lianyun to the entire world, the “blessing” spread like a special “virus” to the entire world, even the entire universe. Every being in this world is a potential “blessing” carrier.
To be precise, all things can inherently give birth to resentment, fear and other negative emotions as well as malicious desires; they are all the most primitive form and power of the “blessing.” However, the “blessing” is like a massive fatal joke played by this world: it is born from negative emotions and malicious desires, becoming a kind of “life” that all beings cannot understand.
Therefore, rather than saying every being is a carrier of the “blessing,” it is better to say it is the innate defect every being has. The “blessing” that Yu Lianyun released into this world is merely a medicine that causes the defect to undergo “activation.”
Yu Lianyun had told him that she was always haunted by the “blessing,” but no longer “deeply loved” by the “blessing” itself as she was at the beginning. The “blessing” residing in her body was more like a splitter or a subordinate. The forms manifested by those “blessings” were no longer singular, because they originated from her own negative emotions and desires, naturally taking the appearance of the person deepest in the heart of the blessed person.
After witnessing Miyako’s form with his own eyes, He Jia’an could basically determine that Miyako’s Curse should be the power of the “blessing.”
He Jia’an’s expression was grave; he had come into contact with the blessing and naturally understood its terror better than ordinary people.
The blessing cannot be exorcised; the only way is to try to weaken and disperse its power, just as Yu Lianyun had once done, directly spreading Yao Zhenzhen’s blessing to the entire world and even the entire universe.
What He Jia’an could not figure out now was whether Miyako’s Curse came from a “blessing” “activated” by a certain person, or from the malice of a deceased person selected by the blessing like Yao Zhenzhen.
The former would be easier to handle and control; if it was a person, he could just find ways to reduce their negative emotions and desires. He could think of countless methods of reasoning, but if it was the latter, He Jia’an did not think it would go as smoothly as solving Yao Zhenzhen’s video tape blessing.
In any case, he could only try to find information related to Miyako. He Jia’an thought, taking the New Year’s red envelope back into his hand and stuffing it into his clothes pocket.
The next day, during breakfast, He Jia’an told Misaki Naomi his idea.
“Then I’ll investigate Miyako at school, and you, Uncle, handle the investigation in society?” Misaki Naomi understood He Jia’an’s division of labor and confirmed with him again.
He Jia’an nodded: “That’s right, younger sister.”
“What younger sister? That’s a belittling way to put it.” Misaki Naomi frowned slightly and pouted, “Didn’t I say? Just call me Naomi.”
He Jia’an chuckled, “Okay, looking forward to your performance, Naomi.”
It seemed this younger sister hadn’t slept very well last night, but she had at least slept; today she was much more spirited than yesterday.
To avoid being seen by neighbors and gossiped about, He Jia’an and Misaki Naomi left home at staggered times. Misaki Naomi left at her usual school time, while He Jia’an waited until no one was nearby before going out onto the street.
During the wait to leave, He Jia’an had already used Misaki Naomi’s family computer to search for information about Miyako. He finally found a photo of Miyako’s house entrance, and after comparing it with the civilian satellite map, he quickly located the place where Miyako had once lived.
Miyako was just a pseudonym used by the news media for the protagonist of that tragic incident. The protagonist’s real name should be Kawakami Rumi, from a modestly wealthy local family with three people at home and a dog. The family environment was quite harmonious: the father was a family-oriented high-level executive at a financial company, the mother was a gentle and dignified housewife, and the daughter Kawakami Rumi was an outstanding student and beloved beautiful school flower before the incident.
Unfortunately, after the daughter suffered disfigurement, the family’s fortunes took a sharp turn for the worse. The father was suddenly fired, and the mother went insane due to her daughter’s suicide, ultimately hanging herself at home.
He Jia’an was not sure if Kawakami’s father still lived in the original place; he could only try to look around, or otherwise visit nearby neighbors to ask.
Woof woof!
Meow—
Animals are always more sensitive than humans. When He Jia’an arrived near Kawakami’s residence, the cats and dogs passing by on the street all barked at him, but whenever He Jia’an’s gaze scanned nearby, they immediately acted as if they had seen something terrifying, promptly shutting their mouths and fleeing in all directions, hiding away.
He Jia’an was used to this. In their line of work, they all carried some unusual aura. Although it meant they had no affinity with pets, in the wilderness, at least animals with some wisdom would not dare approach, greatly reducing the risks of ordinary wilderness survival.
He Jia’an stood at the entrance of a house, comparing the picture on his mobile phone with the real facade to confirm it was the same place.
The mobile phone was an old one previously used by Misaki Naomi. After she started high school, she got a new one. Since He Jia’an was so down-and-out that he didn’t even have a mobile phone for constant contact, Misaki Naomi lent him one.
Seeing that the owner’s surname tag on the door plate had been removed, and scanning the yard to find it overgrown with weeds, he no longer had expectations that anyone was still living there, but he still tried pressing the doorbell.
The doorbell still had power; the sound of the doorbell echoed from within the desolate house.
He Jia’an stood outside the house, pressing the doorbell continuously and waiting for several minutes, but no one came, so he finally prepared to give up.
At that moment, He Jia’an felt something unusual on his pant leg. Looking down, he saw a clean and pretty Shiba Inu rubbing against his calf, looking very happy, panting with its tongue out toward him.
“Hmm, whose dog is this?” He Jia’an felt nostalgic about being approached by a small animal like this, so he squatted down and took the rare opportunity to pet the dog’s head vigorously. The fluffy, chubby-cheeked face felt great.
The Shiba Inu was too clean, wearing a collar and dog tag. The dog tag said “Shijiro,” clearly not a stray dog.
“Shijiro, where are you? Shijiro… Aiya! You little rascal, how did you run off here again.” Just as He Jia’an wanted to find the owner of this dog, a woman in her mid-thirties walked out from a street corner. She called the name on the dog tag, then quickly noticed the Shiba Inu immersed in He Jia’an’s rough petting technique. Somewhat angry yet helpless, she walked over.
Woof woof!
Seeing the woman, Shijiro barked while trotting happily back to her side, rolling around, acting cute and coquettish—a combo that made the woman retreat step by step, her anger dissipating by more than half.
The woman walked up to He Jia’an and apologized promptly: “Sorry about that, our puppy caused you trouble.”
“No problem, it’s pretty cute.” He Jia’an said with a smile.
“Excuse me, do you have some business here?” The woman saw He Jia’an standing near the doorbell of this abandoned house and looked puzzled.
He Jia’an said without changing expression: “I’m a reporter.”
Hearing this, the woman glanced at the abandoned house and suddenly understood.
