Chapter 8 The Yarn Ball Enigma

• By the time Lena and Kai reached Old Lady Li’s house, it was 9 p.m. A dim yellow bulb lit the yard, where Li stood wrapped in an old blanket, clutching a yarn ball, her face ashen.
• Kai lingered behind Lena, glancing at the sky. “This light is too weak,” he murmured. “If an evil entity lurks, it could hide easily in the shadows.”
• Lena shot him a glance but didn’t respond. She took the yarn ball, examining it under the light. It was nearly identical to the one from Tailor Zhang’s trash—red bloodstains, a few cat hairs clinging to it.