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

Chapter 179 An Uncontrollable Gaze (Seeking Monthly Tickets and Subscriptions)

By the time the "party" was completely over, only a few minutes had passed in reality.

Holding the milk candy, Jiuge almost fainted on the spot when more than a dozen spirits suddenly appeared in her dark house.

"Hahaha, sister-in-law is so cute." Giving An Chen a thumbs up, the spirits decided to slip away.

While they were in the illusion, they didn't sense anything unusual about Zhang Zhidong, but things changed as soon as they came out.

That body, gleaming in the darkness, and that intense heat—I doubt anyone or any spirit but Mao Mao Tou could withstand it.

I turned on the living room lights and set the air conditioner to 24 degrees Celsius. The spirits finally finished their greetings and left one after another.

"I understand, I'm just hopeless." Jiuge's gaze lost focus, and her words began to sound nonchalant.

"It's normal to be frightened when so many spirits suddenly appear in the dark," An Chen quickly comforted him.

After finally taking Jiuge to meet her friend, she changed some of her views on spirits.

We cannot let our hard-won achievements go to waste.

"Were you scared too?" Jiuge looked at An Chen with pleading eyes, her gaze filled with tears.

“Well… I’m very familiar with them. Just like you wouldn’t be scared if you saw Zhang Zhidong and Mao Maotou now.” An Chen pretended to be reminiscing about the past.

"When I first saw spirits, I was also suddenly frightened; it's a gradual process," he added.

This is the truth.

However, An Chen first saw the spirit next to his grandmother's grave after she passed away.

He was only two or three years old at that time.

When An Chen placed his grandmother's ashes in the cemetery, he saw many unfamiliar elderly men and women floating on the tombstones next to it.

The elderly men and women smiled kindly when they saw him as a little boy.

"So, you really did have the same situation as me at the beginning?" Jiuge's eyes lit up.

Previously, An Chen had told Jiu Ge that it was because he had brainwashed himself into believing that he was "not afraid of spirits," so he was truly not afraid of spirits, and the spirits consciously stayed away from him.

However, after learning that An Chen was a mysterious person with great strength, Jiu Ge also realized that many of the things An Chen said in order to hide his identity might not hold water.

If we were to examine each point in detail, we would probably have to start from the very beginning.

She even wondered if An Chen was born fearless, which led to his indifferent personality.

“Really, I was scared too,” An Chen continued to recall.

"But after learning about them, I realized that spirits aren't so scary, and I gradually stopped being afraid. I even started making friends with the little spirits. Mainly because I was really young at the time, quite naive and bold, and had a good mindset. I felt that spirits weren't scary, and then they really weren't scary anymore." He tried to encourage Jiuge with his own experience.

"So what you said before was true, and the psychological effect really played a big part?" Jiu Ge glanced at An Chen.

She looked up, her expression one of surprise and delight.

"So there's still hope for me?" Jiu Ge grabbed An Chen's arm and shook it, her eyes shining with hope.

Aside from social interactions and maintaining the right mindset towards spirits, Jiuge has never suffered any setbacks in other areas.

Not to mention setbacks, he excels at everything he does and can master anything he learns.

With An Chen's help, she is now able to muster the courage to try to communicate normally with people or spirits.

However, despite struggling with her fear of spirits for so long, Jiuge hasn't seen much improvement.

She almost fainted when her spirit friends, with whom she had been communicating quite well in the illusion, suddenly appeared in reality.

"There's hope! There's hope!" An Chen laughed.

“From now on, if you keep seeing a few more unfamiliar spirits floating in the sky every day, I guarantee you’ll be immune within a week.” As he spoke, he shook Jiu Ge’s arm, just like Jiu Ge did.

"..." Hearing An Chen's devilish whisper, Jiu Ge's face hardened again.

"I'm going to take a shower." With that, she turned and went into the bathroom, looking dejected.

"Mmm." An Chen hummed in agreement and sat down on the sofa to start petting Naitang's cat head.

He wasn't as worried as Jiuge.

It's obvious that Jiuge's attitude and reaction to spirits are completely different from before, but she herself is not aware of it, or she sets her goals too high.

The original Nine Songs was a coward who would be so frightened by a joke involving spirits that he would cry and dare not move.

This time, it was just that in the dark, the spirits suddenly jumped out of the stone and floated into the sky, creating a rather frightening scene for a moment.

Even Naitang, who wasn't afraid of spirits, huddled in Jiuge's arms and didn't dare to jump down.

If An Chen hadn't read countless spirits, he would have been frightened along with Jiu Ge.

The sound of rushing water began to rise and fall in the bathroom.

Hearing the sound of water, An Chen stopped petting the cat, and his thoughts were interrupted.

For no apparent reason, an image of Jiu Ge taking a shower appeared in his mind.

He shook his head, quickly banishing the strange and wonderful thoughts from his mind.

Stay calm, stay calm.

An hour later, Jiuge came out of the bathroom with wet hair.

Perhaps because the bath lasted a long time, her whole body became moist, her cheeks were rosy, and the exposed skin on her body was also slightly red.

Water droplets kept dripping from her hair, and there were also some water droplets on her fair face that she hadn't wiped off.

"Help me dry my hair." Jiuge took the hairdryer down from the cabinet.

"You haven't blow-dried my hair in ages." She pursed her lips and looked at An Chen pitifully.

“But…” An Chen couldn’t stay calm anymore.

The scents of shower gel and shampoo filled his nostrils.

An Chen felt his heart beating much faster than before.

"Then please sit down." He stood up and dragged a dining chair out from beside the table.

The situation was the same as the first time I helped Jiuge blow-dry her hair.

For some reason, neither of them spoke while their hair was being dried.

With his left hand gently pinching one side of Jiu Ge's wet hair, and his right hand waving the hairdryer, An Chen's gaze kept falling on other parts of Jiu Ge's body.

First the neck, then the collarbone...

He felt like something was increasingly wrong with him; he had never felt this way before.

As An Chen grew to like Jiu Ge more and more, he felt a sense of shame that he seemed to be becoming more and more perverted.

“This time…” Jiuge suddenly spoke up weakly.

"What? This time?" An Chen came to his senses.

"Is my hair loss worse this time?" Jiuge asked, her voice trembling.

Upon hearing this, An Chen looked at his wet hands and then at the ground.

"I feel that the degree of hair loss is no different from before..." he answered truthfully.

Chapter 180 A Special Week in Commemoration of Zhang Zhidong (Seeking Monthly Tickets and Subscriptions)

In August, the television station began broadcasting the documentary series "Special Week in Memory of Zhang Zhidong".

There was still no movement from Meng Ninghua's side, and the curly-haired spirit woman no longer appeared by Hua Zhijian's side, who was being secretly monitored by Qin Ye day and night.

Several more days passed uneventfully like this.

Sitting on the sofa, Jiu Ge leaned on An Chen's shoulder and stared blankly at the TV.

"Zhang Zhidong is really amazing. He's so young, yet he's already solved so many cases. Even when he knew he might die in the line of duty, he didn't hesitate for a moment," she exclaimed.

Even the most skilled police officer would hesitate or struggle if they knew they might lose their life.

This is normal human nature.

However, judging from the footage in the documentary...

When faced with the criminals armed with guns and ammunition and holding hostages, Zhang Zhidong's actions were fluid and decisive, without the slightest hesitation.

It seems they didn't even think about it before taking action.

“Yes, Zhang Zhidong was indeed remarkable. Otherwise, his death in the line of duty wouldn’t have had such a great impact, and he wouldn’t have become a heroic spirit,” An Chen added in praise.

Although Zhang Zhidong's sometimes inexplicable behavior sometimes left An Chen somewhat at a loss, An Chen still held him in the highest esteem.

Zhang Zhidong was a good policeman and a good martyr.

He didn't know if Zhang Zhidong felt any fear before he died in the line of duty, but no matter what the outcome was, it did not affect the brilliance and fervent warmth that Zhang Zhidong exuded.

The television was replaying footage of Zhang Zhidong, following the robbers' instructions, carrying a large bag of cash, and entering the unfinished building alone.

In the distance, a group of journalists watched, along with police officers who were waiting outside on Zhang Zhidong's orders.

At that time, the prisoners acted openly and deliberately leaked a lot of information.

Furthermore, because the kidnapped person was the son of a wealthy man, and the wealthy man had been rescued by Zhang Zhidong on several occasions during his lifetime, netizens who follow the news and public opinion paid close attention to the entire incident.

For this reason, many media outlets, upon hearing the news, made a special trip to the location to broadcast the event live for their respective television stations.

"That's right! Actually, I was a little apprehensive at that time."

The apartment suddenly got hot.

Zhang Zhidong appeared behind An Chen and Jiu Ge at some point.

Perhaps because they were still immersed in reminiscing about Zhang Zhidong's glorious deeds, An Chen and Jiu Ge did not show much resistance to the terrifying heat this time.

Without waiting for An Chen and Jiu Ge's response, Zhang Zhidong floated behind the sofa and continued to recall: "I even thought about it for a long time while I was taking action, what exactly is the experience of death like?"

“When I was alive, I was a staunch Marxist, but at that time I really thought about a lot of things, and even wondered if people have souls,” he added emphatically.

“That’s still quite remarkable.” Jiuge turned her head to look at Zhang Zhidong.

After watching the entire video, she felt that her impression of Zhang Zhidong had changed somewhat.

As for Zhang Zhidong, Jiuge only had a brief understanding of him because of the overwhelming news coverage at the time.