Qing Eena's parents' neighbors, the Garcias, were gathered outside their house, talking about the recent murder that happened near the main road. They were all deeply disturbed by the news.
"Did you hear about the murder, Mrs. Garcia?" asked Mrs. Dela Cruz, the lady from across the street.
"Yes, I did. It's just terrible. I can't believe something like that would happen so close to our neighborhood," replied Mrs. Garcia.
"It's scary to think that the killer is still out there," said Mr. Garcia, looking around cautiously.
"I heard that the victim was brutally slashed and had a couple of bruises. It's just so tragic," added Mrs. Dela Cruz.
Qing Eena had just arrived home after hearing about the murder from his classmates. He parked his bike and listened in on the conversation.
"I wonder if the police have any leads on the case," said Mr. Garcia.
"I heard that they are still investigating. But with so little evidence, it's going to be difficult to find the killer," said Mrs. Dela Cruz.
Qing was intrigued by the conversation. He had always been interested in crime-solving, and this murder was no exception. He thought about whether he should get involved or not.
"I heard that the victim was found with some strange markings on his body," said Qing, trying to join the conversation.
Everyone turned to him, surprised that he was listening.
"Really? What kind of markings?" asked Mr. Garcia.
"I don't know. I just overheard it from my classmates," replied Qing.
"Well, it's best to stay out of it, Qing," said Mrs. Garcia. "Let the police handle it. We don't want to get involved in something dangerous."
Qing nodded, but his mind was still racing with thoughts about the murder. He wondered if he could use his Spacetime Powers to help solve the case. But he also knew that he needed to be careful, as getting involved in a murder investigation could be dangerous.
As they all went inside for dinner, Qing couldn't shake off the feeling that he needed to do something. He decided to keep an eye on the case and see if there was anything he could do to help.
As they sat down for dinner, Qing's parents started discussing the recent murder near the main road with Uncle Tito. Qing listened intently, his mind racing with curiosity and fear.
"I can't believe something like that could happen so close to home," Qing's mother said, shaking her head. "It's just so scary."
Uncle Tito nodded in agreement. "You never know what kind of people are out there. It's best to be cautious."
Qing's father chimed in. "I heard that the police have some leads on the suspect. Apparently, there were witnesses who saw a suspicious-looking man in the area at the time of the murder."
Qing felt a shiver run down his spine. He couldn't imagine the fear and pain that the victim must have felt in their last moments.
"Do you think we should do something to help?" Qing asked tentatively.
His parents exchanged worried glances. "It's not our place to get involved, Qing," his father replied sternly. "Let the police do their job."
"But what if we could help somehow?" Qing persisted. "What if we saw something that could help the investigation?"
Uncle Tito placed a reassuring hand on Qing's shoulder. "Son, I know you want to do the right thing, but sometimes it's better to let the authorities handle it. We don't want to put ourselves in danger."
Qing sighed, feeling a mix of disappointment and frustration. He knew that Uncle Tito was right, but he couldn't shake the feeling that he should do something.
As they continued eating, Qing's mind kept wandering back to the murder. He wondered if there was something he could do, some way he could help without putting himself or his family in danger. He made a mental note to keep an eye out for any suspicious activity in the area.
Little did he know that this decision would lead him down a dangerous and thrilling path, one that would test his courage and his abilities in ways he could never have imagined.
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Qing Eena lay on his bed, staring up at the ceiling as he tried to calm his racing thoughts. It was then that he noticed something strange happening - he was being affected by the emotions of his five-year-old self. Memories flooded his mind, bringing with them a wave of fear and anxiety that he thought he had left behind long ago.
He berated himself for being so weak. After all, he was a former Grand Archmage and had even become a Divine god. How could he let the emotions of his childhood self affect him so much? He had always prided himself on his strength and resilience, but now he felt like a mere shadow of his former self.
Sighing heavily, Qing Eena realized that his weak body and childlike psychology were affecting him terribly. It was frustrating to feel so powerless in the face of his own emotions, and he longed for the days when he could control them with ease.
But he knew that he couldn't turn back time, and so he resolved to work on himself and become stronger once again. He closed his eyes, taking deep breaths and focusing his mind on his inner power.
As he concentrated, he felt a surge of energy flow through him, washing away the fear and anxiety that had gripped him before. He felt stronger, more confident, and ready to face whatever challenges lay ahead.
Qing Eena smiled to himself, feeling proud of his progress. He knew that there would be setbacks along the way, but he was ready to face them head-on. With a newfound sense of purpose, he drifted off to sleep, confident that he would wake up stronger than ever before.
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As Qing Eena stood at the edge of the crime scene, he couldn't help but feel a sense of dread wash over him. The blood on the pavement, the discarded police tape, the whispered conversations of the officers standing guard - it all made him feel like he was intruding on something sacred. But he had to know what happened, and he had to know who did it.
Slowly, he closed his eyes and focused his mind, drawing on the power of his Spacetime Ability. He could feel the familiar sensation of his consciousness slipping backwards in time, like a boat being pulled upstream against a river's current. Suddenly, he was there - at the moment of the crime.
Qing watched in horror as the drunk man stumbled along the sidewalk, blissfully unaware of the danger lurking just around the corner. He could see the other man - the attacker - waiting in the shadows, his eyes glowing red with an otherworldly fire. When the drunk man got close enough, the attacker pounced, sinking his fangs deep into the man's flesh.
Qing winced at the sight, feeling a pang of sympathy for the victim. He had seen many horrible things in his long life, but there was something uniquely unsettling about this attack. It was like nothing he had ever seen before, maybe because he's back as a child again, but with over eons of living as an Archmage and then as a god---seeing all kinds of horrors humans, monsters and beasts do to one another, it should not have an affect on him this much.
As the vision played out before him, Qing noticed something strange. The attacker seemed to be staring straight at him, as if he could see Qing standing there, watching him from the future. Qing's heart raced - was it possible that the attacker could sense him, somehow? Or was it just his imagination?
Before he could ponder the question any further, the vision ended. Qing was back in the present, standing on the edge of the crime scene once again. He took a deep breath and shook his head, trying to clear the cobwebs from his mind.
"What was that?" he muttered to himself. "That attacker...those eyes...I've never seen anything like it."
He knew that he needed to report what he had seen to the police, but he also knew that he had to be careful. If they found out about his powers, it could put him in danger - and it could also jeopardize any future investigations he might want to undertake.
For now, Qing decided, he would keep his abilities to himself. He would do what he could to help the police solve this crime, but he would do it quietly and discreetly, using his powers only when absolutely necessary.
With a determined look on his face, Qing turned and walked away from the crime scene, ready to go to school and hurrying up, so as not to miss the morning bell.
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The red-eyed fanged man paced back and forth in the dimly lit basement, his mind racing with thoughts of the kid he saw in his dream. He couldn't shake off the feeling that there was more to this than meets the eye. As he paced, he muttered to himself, his words almost incoherent.
"Why couldn't I sense the kid when I was feeding? I've never made a mistake like this before," he thought to himself. "I need to find out who this kid is and why he's so important."
He knew he had to be careful. The Hunter School was known for producing some of the best vampire hunters in the world. If he was caught, it could mean the end for him.
"I'll have to be extra cautious," he muttered. "No one can know that I'm looking for this kid."
He made his way to the surface and quickly blended in with the crowd. His heightened senses allowed him to pick up on the scent of the kid's uniform. He followed it discreetly, keeping a safe distance.
As he walked, he couldn't help but think about his past. He used to be a part of a group of vampires that hunted and killed humans for their blood. But over time, he grew tired of the constant killing and sought a different path. He left the group and started to feed only on those who were already dying or dead.
But now, with this kid in the mix, everything had changed. He had to find out who this kid was and why he was important.
As he approached the Hunter School, he felt a sense of unease wash over him. He had never been this close before, and he knew that he had to be extra careful.
He kept to the shadows, watching the students as they made their way to and from class. He searched for any sign of the kid, but so far, he had no luck.
He continued his search throughout the day, blending in with the crowd and keeping a low profile. As the sun began to set, he knew he had to retreat back to the abandoned warehouse and regroup.
Once he was back in the basement, he sat down and tried to make sense of everything. He knew that he couldn't give up on his search for the kid. He had to find out who he was and what made him so special.
As he lay down to rest, he closed his eyes and focused on his past dream. He saw flashes of the attack, the kid's face, and the Hunter School badge on his uniform. He knew that he was on the right track, and he would not rest until he found the answers he was looking for.