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

There was nothing else they could do. After comforting Ms. Song and helping her family contact a psychologist, the police decided to leave a criminal record and go home first.

Fortunately, Zhang knew that he had a "savior" by his side, and before leaving, he mysteriously told Ms. Song An Chen's address.

After reassuring Ms. Song that An Chen's matter was a secret, he then went back with the group.

"So you just told everyone our addresses?" After listening to Zhang Zhidao's detailed explanation while driving, An Chen couldn't help but complain.

Zhang Zhidao scratched his head a little embarrassedly with his right hand. "Hehe, because I felt something was wrong. Didn't I tell her that you two shouldn't tell outsiders about your affairs?"

An Chen remained silent.

“But… this description is really scary…” Jiu Ge clung tightly to An Chen’s body, her shoulders trembling slightly.

Seeing this, An Chen ruffled Jiu Ge's hair and put his arm around her waist: "Don't be afraid, I'm here."

"Mmm." Jiuge nodded, clutching An Chen's clothes.

"I was too embarrassed to ask before, but now that this matter is resolved, there's one more thing I'd like to ask you for a favor." There was a fork in the road ahead, and Zhang Zhidao turned the corner.

"What is it?" An Chen asked warily.

I have a feeling this isn't a good thing.

“Several people went missing in Jingcheng before,” Zhang Zhidao said.

“You probably won’t be able to find those few.” Before Zhang Zhidao could finish his sentence, Jiuge already knew who he was talking about.

“Mm,” An Chen agreed.

"What? You know about this?" Zhang Zhidao was so surprised that he almost slammed on the brakes.

I should have discussed it with An Chen and the others from the beginning.

“Their disappearance involves many complicated matters, and we are investigating it,” An Chen explained calmly.

“But the person is definitely alive, so you don’t need to worry about that,” he added.

"Hmm." Hearing this, and sensing the enigmatic attitudes of An Chen and Jiu Ge, Zhang Zhidao didn't press further.

As long as everyone is alright, that's all that matters.

The things the "savior" is hiding must fall into the category of "heavenly secrets that cannot be revealed".

Chapter 154 A Small Scene (Seeking Monthly Tickets and Subscriptions)

Ms. Song's new villa is located in Gudong Town, a suburb of the pseudo-capital.

Because it is far from the city center, the journey involves many twists and turns, so even if you drive, the route will be relatively complicated.

What should have been a one-hour journey took An Chen and his group a full two hours.

Gudong Town is not large, and the location of Ms. Song's villa is easy to find.

Before long, Zhang Zhidao skillfully parked the police car in front of a large villa.

The villa in front of us certainly looks like a luxury house from the outside, but its appearance is somewhat old.

Its fence is very high, and there are some old wooden chairs in the yard, next to which is a small fountain that has dried up.

To the naked eye, it does indeed look like the standard features of a haunted house.

Touching the white crystal strapped to her thigh, Jiuge let out a soft "ooh".

She hugged An Chen's arm tightly, recalling the two horror movies they had watched together before.

The villa in the movie and the villa standing in front of me have a very high degree of overlap in appearance, facilities, and degree of aging.

If this couple had watched a few more horror movies and become familiar with the standard features of haunted villas in horror films, they would definitely not have chosen to buy this villa.

"It's alright, it's not a big problem. You can't even see the evil spirit with the naked eye." An Chen gently comforted Jiu Ge, who looked very nervous.

Even if we can't find the evil spirit, we can just absorb all the suspicious things into the artifact stone we got in Gouzi Bay.

It's good that the matter can be resolved.

"Oh dear..." After hearing An Chen's words of comfort, Jiu Ge's shoulders trembled even more violently.

For a moment, she even wondered if An Chen was deliberately scaring her rather than comforting her.

"An evil spirit?" Zhang Zhidao, who had noticed the young couple's conversation, stopped in his tracks as he picked up his phone to call Ms. Song.

Evil spirits invisible to the naked eye?

In other words, ghosts really exist, and there are ghosts in this house?

Thinking about this, he belatedly felt a chill run down his spine.

It wasn't out of fear, nor any other strange psychological factors; Zhang Zhidong's worldview was simply refreshed once again in a short period of time.

My values, which I had established over the past twenty years, have been shattered several times since my brother's death in the line of duty and my meeting An Chen.

This time, it's even worse; my worldview has been ground to dust...

My firm materialism has been shaken time and again.

"It's nothing. Call her first and ask her to come out and open the door," An Chen instructed.

It's nothing serious, no need to panic.

“…” Zhang Zhidao opened his mouth.

Was it really such a small matter?

After hesitating for a moment, he dialed the number again.

Two minutes later, Ms. Song, dressed elegantly and surrounded by strange black objects despite the sweltering summer heat, opened the door carrying a designer handbag.

Judging from Ms. Song's calm demeanor, An Chen did not sense any fear in her.

"Thank you for your hard work, please come in." Ms. Song led the three into the courtyard.

After everyone had entered the villa, she glanced behind her and then carefully closed the door.

"My husband and I have a room on the second floor, and our three children have a room on the third floor. They are all in their rooms now," Ms. Song said hesitantly.

"Hmm," Zhang responded, then began to squint and look around.

As the saying goes, a person with a straight body has nothing to fear.

The police are not afraid of evil spirits.

Jiuge looked serious, and her breathing was a little heavy.

She still clung tightly to An Chen's arm, as if afraid that An Chen would suddenly disappear from her side.

The villa's hall was also lavishly decorated, with an incense burner placed next to the dining table, and many classical items arranged neatly.

However, at the same time, like the courtyard outside, many places appear unusually old.

An Chen noticed a strange-looking doll on the black wooden cabinet against the wall on the right, along with several torn talismans.

The doll has large eyes and yellow hair.

It has no nose or mouth, and lots of cotton is sticking out from around its neck.

Afraid of frightening Jiu Ge, An Chen didn't ask Ms. Song about the doll, nor did he make a fuss.

Asking around was mostly useless; Ms. Song hadn't been here long, but the dolls already looked like they were covered in a thick layer of dust.

Strangely enough, despite the eerie atmosphere of the place, An Chen didn't sense any evil spirits.

The same applies to Jiuge.

Normally, if there were evil spirits somewhere, as long as the situation is normal, she could sense them from a great distance shortly after they appeared.

“This villa must be quite old,” Zhang Zhidao said, squinting at it for a long time.

Finally, with a silly laugh, he uttered a meaningless sentence.

"This isn't a haunted house!" Upon hearing Zhang Zhidao's words, Ms. Song suddenly shouted at him excitedly.

Zhang Zhidao was stunned for a moment.

Ms. Song smiled apologetically, "I'm sorry, I lost my composure. Although our house looks old and has been around for a long time, it's definitely not a haunted house or anything like that."

"Oh, oh..." Zhang Zhidao scratched his head, looking completely bewildered.

"Could you take us to meet your husband and three children first?" An Chen asked.

“Of course, please follow me.” The woman gestured for everyone to follow her upstairs.

The stairs were red and black, very long, with some spider webs in the gaps, and the steps even creaked and groaned when you stepped on them.

Upon arriving on the second floor, An Chen and his group noticed that the walls were covered with very new Guanyin images.

There were many incense sticks that had already burned out placed against the wall.

Looking up at the internet, you can see many cameras and ultraviolet and infrared displays overhead.

"I had no choice; these were the only methods I could use after the accident," Ms. Song hurriedly explained, noticing the stares of the crowd.

“I went to the Red Mandarin Duck Temple a couple of days ago to try my luck, but I got stuck at the lottery stage…” she added with a wry smile.

An Chen nodded thoughtfully.

Jiuge still frowned slightly.

If even Meng Ninghua, the owner of the Red Mandarin Duck Temple, refused, it means that the things here are indeed ominous, or even "dangerous".

Continuing further in, Ms. Song stopped in front of a door covered with many talismans.

"This is my husband's and my room. The talismans we put up were given to us by the first sorcerer. The second sorcerer came here and ran back overnight without asking for any money," she said, pushing open the door.

Although the couple's room was large, it was not furnished with many items.

On the large bed, a middle-aged man with bloodshot eyes, drool at the corner of his mouth, and a thin figure was forcefully dismantling the bed.

His hands were already stained with blood, and there were a lot of down feathers and wood chips scattered under the bed.

"Husband? What are you doing?" Ms. Song screamed and rushed towards Mr. Li.

She opened the bedside table and took out the gauze and disinfectant supplies that she had prepared in advance.

With red eyes, Ms. Song grabbed Mr. Li's hand and began to bandage his wound.