What if you were targeted by a cool and aloof beauty?

They kept emphasizing that this was just a precautionary report, but when asked for more specific details, the missing person's parents refused to disclose any further information.

From beginning to end, they seemed worried, but not really that worried.

Therefore, after careful consideration, the Jingcheng police also included the missing person's parents as key suspects.

"I understand." After listening to the emergency call from the police station and understanding the whole story, Zhang Zhidao's brows furrowed tightly.

After hanging up the phone, he sighed and wiped the fine sweat from his parents' brows.

For some reason, I felt even hotter after finishing the phone call.

Standing still, Zhang Zhidao waited with a serious expression for the police car his colleagues would arrive in short notice.

Mao Mao Tou and his brother Zhang Zhi Dong floated beside him, both with equally serious expressions.

“That’s right! What Zhang Susu, who is still alive here, encountered must have been a supernatural event.” Mao Maotou crossed his arms and frowned as he analyzed.

“That’s right! If an ordinary person saw us standing next to him, it would indeed look quite eerie,” Zhang Zhidong agreed.

Although he has become a spirit, he was a highly dedicated Chinese police officer in his previous life, and he still adhered to the principle of believing in science when encountering cases.

In China, the police's exceptional ability to report cases is inseparable from their scientific and rigorous case-handling methods.

Five minutes passed, and the police car still hadn't arrived. Zhang knew that his police uniform was already soaked with sweat from the heat.

Zhang Zhidong remained as if nothing was wrong, clinging tightly to Zhang Zhidao, seemingly oblivious to the heat he was radiating, as if he were the one handling the case.

Half a day passed, and the police car still hadn't arrived, but many taxis had already driven past them.

When Zhang Zhidong was taking the last taxi, he noticed something was wrong.

"Zhang Susu, look at that car, aren't there a few dark spirits clinging to it? They don't seem to be afraid of the sunlight at all," Mao Maotou said with a smile, unaware of the seriousness of the situation.

"I'm coming over for a bit, don't move around here." After patting the little boy's head, Zhang Zhidong, with his iron arms like a little boy, flew towards the speeding taxi.

Based on the knowledge of spirits that Zhang Zhidong had gained over the past six months, that kind of spirit belonged to the category of extremely low-frequency spirits with extremely strong curse abilities, and was relatively rare.

Although its long-term harm is not as great as that of evil spirits, its short-term, explosive cursing power is very strong.

If left unchecked, the living people targeted by them will most likely die unintentionally in accidents.

The death of a cursed living person is beneficial to their future reincarnation.

Zhang Zhidong caught up very quickly, but those low-frequency spirits also ran very fast.

By the time Zhang Zhidong floated onto the car, the spirits had already vanished on the spot.

The curse was complete; several dark, ghostly handprints remained on the rear window of the taxi.

Zhang Zhidong tried to use the golden light emanating from his hand to dilute the black mark, but to little avail.

……

In the afternoon, An Chen and Jiu Ge were snuggled together watching a detective program on TV.

Suddenly, the air conditioner stopped working, and the indoor temperature inexplicably rose.

With a sigh, the two had already guessed what had happened.

Soon, a familiar figure shimmering with golden light appeared at the window.

"A car has been cursed by a low-frequency spirit!" Zhang Zhidong blurted out the terrifying words in a panic as soon as he got on the bus.

Upon hearing this, Jiuge looked up, her expression somewhat wary.

An Chen remained expressionless, revealing no emotion whatsoever.

The television was still showing footage of the police chasing the suspect vehicle, which, combined with Zhang Zhidong's words at that moment, was quite fitting.

"What's the license plate number?" Jiuge didn't get up, and her expression remained calm.

"Is there anyone else in the car besides the driver?" An Chen's arm around Jiu Ge remained firmly in his grasp.

Naitang, standing to the side, looked at Zhang Zhidong and gave a very elegant yawn.

“…” Zhang Zhidong fell silent.

It felt like only a few days had passed, but the young couple had become completely different from before.

"The license plate number was xxxxxxxxx, and there was only the driver in the car," Zhang Zhidong recalled.

He's really good at memorizing license plate numbers.

"Mm." Jiuge nodded and glanced at An Chen.

She got up and went back to her room to get a few talismans.

At the same time, An Chen yawned.

He picked up his phone and dialed Zhang Zhidong's number.

Chapter 128 When my girlfriend says I'm fine

7 PM.

After finishing dinner, Jiuge set off to take a shower.

In the afternoon, because a taxi driver was cursed by a low-frequency spirit, in order to resolve the matter and prevent casualties, she took the talisman and, together with An Chen, spent several hours outside in the scorching sun with Zhang Zhidao.

When Zhang Zhidao's colleague came over, she and An Chen were almost mistaken for charlatans.

Fortunately, Zhang Zhidao was helpful and quickly made up an excuse to get away with it.

By the time the matter was resolved, Jiuge was covered in sweat.

I wanted to take a shower as soon as I got home, but then my cat, Mao Mao Tou, came crying and complaining for a long time about how Zhang Zhidong had left it in the scorching sun all afternoon.

After Jiuge had appeased Mao Maotou, An Chen had already prepared the meal.

During the meal, Jiu Ge was very uncomfortable and deliberately kept her distance from An Chen.

Although so much time has passed, the sweat has dried.

Even though she secretly sniffed her clothes and they didn't seem to smell, she still felt quite guilty.

Having only been dating An Chen for a few days, Jiu Ge didn't want to leave any bad impression on him.

Couples in the ambiguous stage of dating or at the beginning of a relationship often have this problem.

When you're not yet familiar with each other, you over-package yourselves, trying your best not to expose each other's shortcomings and desperately amplifying your strengths and charm, going to great lengths to show your sincerity towards each other in the early stages.

I'm afraid of making a mistake when I say something.

I heard a sentence and thought about it for a long time.

Over time, the problems that both parties have been hiding gradually come to light. Many couples then believe that their partner has changed or that their illusions have been shattered, leading to a breakup.

At this point, Jiuge clearly did not have these concepts.

She knew far less about relationships than a complete novice, perhaps even less than a middle school student, and was now caught in a mental trap of magnifying details, overthinking, and letting her imagination run wild.

She secretly took out new clothes from her room and opened a new bag of laundry detergent.

Jiuge wanted to secretly take a shower when An Chen wasn't paying attention, and then wash her clothes at the same time to avoid An Chen smelling the "strange smell that wasn't there to begin with".

To her surprise, as soon as she pushed open the bathroom door, An Chen, who had been washing dishes in the kitchen, walked straight out of the kitchen.

"Meow."

The air grew quiet, and the candy's calls became clearly audible.

Jiuge wanted to rush into the bathroom immediately, but An Chen had already spoken.

"Are you going to take a shower now?" he asked, puzzled.

For the past two days, Jiuge has been waiting until 10 p.m. to take a shower.

In the middle of the day, they would first wash the dishes together, then hug and cuddle for a while, and finally snuggle on the sofa to watch the news together.

"Mmm." Jiuge looked a little awkward, as if she didn't want to linger at the bathroom door.

"You can take your clothes off and let me wash them," An Chen suggested, glancing at the newly opened laundry detergent in Jiu Ge's shop.

"I'll wash it," Jiuge said firmly.

"So...did we watch the news together today?" An Chen asked.

He himself was actually a bit too concerned about Jiu Ge's every word and action, but unfortunately, he was also unaware of this.

"I won't look," Jiuge replied decisively.

The next second, she looked flustered.

It seems like we could watch it together after showering? But she had already said those words.

If she changes her mind again, what if An Chen thinks she's a fickle woman?

"...Then, do you want to hug me before taking a shower?" An Chen glanced at Jiu Ge, feeling increasingly puzzled.

What on earth is this girl thinking?

"No hugging!!!" Jiuge's voice suddenly became very loud.

Startled by the sudden, slightly loud noise, Naitang crawled under the sofa.

“…” An Chen was stunned.

He couldn't help but wonder if he had done something to make Jiuge uncomfortable.

"That's not what I meant!" Realizing her lapse in composure, Jiuge took a breath and, in a fit of despair, rushed into the bathroom.

Then, with a loud bang, the door was slammed shut.

“…” An Chen opened his mouth, but in the end he didn’t say anything and went back to the kitchen to continue washing the dishes.

……

Half an hour later, Jiu Ge, having finished showering and washing her clothes, sneaked out of the bathroom.

An Chen was still sitting alone on the sofa watching the news channel.

Milk Candy lay curled up on An Chen's lap, looking very comfortable.

Seeing Jiuge come out, An Chen asked, "Want to watch the news together?"

Naitang squinted at Jiuge, adopting a victorious posture.