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

The door let out a desperate sound.

“…” An Chen was stunned.

What's the situation?

Chapter 195 Are You an Alien? (Seeking Monthly Tickets and Subscriptions)

In the afternoon, at Zhang Zhidao's house.

"Excuse me, how should I address you?" Zhang Zhidao was a little confused as he looked at the "Iron Man" sitting upright in front of him.

It happened so suddenly that he wasn't mentally prepared.

"I don't know my own name..." the knight answered truthfully.

The memories of the past have long been erased.

“I may have lived for hundreds of years.” He looked up, his helmet gleaming in the sunlight.

If you look closely, you might even be blinded by the light reflected from the helmet.

"Huh?" Zhang Zhidao was stunned for a moment, and the small box that An Chen had given him fell to the ground.

"You...may I call you Iron Man?" He scratched his head and picked up the box again.

That's how An Chen introduced it at the beginning.

Zhang knew he dared not delve into whether Iron Man had truly lived for hundreds of years.

However, since it was someone An Chen entrusted to him, and he was instructed not to take him to various places, it means that he must indeed be someone of importance.

It might actually be related to world peace.

"Sure, whatever's convenient for you." The knight scratched his head.

He was just a guest, and someone who had suddenly and presumptuously come to visit. No matter how you look at it, it's unacceptable for him to shamelessly make a request.

"Bang bang bang."

"Bang bang bang."

The constant clanging of metal filled the room with a series of "bang, bang, bang" sounds.

"My name is Zhang Zhidao."

Hearing the continuous "bang bang bang" sounds, Zhang knew he was quite nervous.

"Yes, I already know that from An Chen." The knight continued scratching his head.

"Bang bang bang."

"Bang bang bang."

"At first I thought you were someone who had come back to life." He recalled a golden, luminous spirit he seemed to have glimpsed by chance when he sneaked into the community, having evaded the security guards.

He looks similar to Zhang Zhidao.

"What do you mean?" Zhang Zhidao asked, a little nervously.

His hand holding the small box trembled again.

Although An Chen had mentioned several times that her brother was always nearby.

However, Zhang still found it hard to believe without seeing it with his own eyes.

"It seems to be on the left side of the community entrance," the knight tried to recall.

For some reason, that memory wasn't very deep in his mind.

If the knight hadn't suddenly seen an identical Zhang Zhidao, he would never have recalled that place.

“That person… should be my twin brother. He’s a policeman who is far more capable than me.” Zhang Zhidao’s expression turned wistful.

"I see, I'm very sorry." The knight stopped scratching his head.

It turns out they weren't the same person.

No wonder.

If the dead could truly be brought back to life, then he should no longer exist.

wrong……

The knight realized something was wrong...

Why does he think that if a spirit were to be resurrected, he would disappear?

"It's nothing," Zhang Zhidao chuckled sheepishly.

"You can see him, can you?" he asked carefully to confirm.

"Yes, I can see it," the knight replied honestly.

"Do you have a way to let an ordinary person like me see my brother?" Zhang Zhidao asked quietly.

He never dared to ask An Chen, fearing that disturbing An Chen would cause trouble for the savior.

Needless to say, Zhang knew that Jiu Ge didn't have much experience dealing with women.

"Do you want to see him?" The knight scratched his head again.

"Bang bang bang."

The sound of metal clashing rang out again.

"Yes." Zhang Zhidao swallowed nervously.

The TV was still showing a documentary about Zhang Zhidong.

He looked somewhat wistfully toward the television.

The knight also looked over.

"I'll be going out with An Chen and Jiu Ge in a few days. When we get back, I'll try to get you some items that allow you to see spirits." The knight chuckled a few times as he spoke.

"All spirits?" Zhang Zhi's heart pounded faster and faster.

Faith will not break, but something is about to emerge.

"Yes, but it has a limited duration," the knight explained patiently.

"Thank you so much." Zhang Zhidao breathed a sigh of relief.

He stood up and shook hands with the knight opposite him.

The cool steel feels really nice to touch in the summer.

Unlike her older brother.

Every time Zhang Zhidong came over, Zhang Zhidao would find himself even more sweaty and exhausted in the sweltering summer heat, making things even more difficult.

"You're welcome." The knight shook Zhang Zhidao's hand in return.

Unlike Zhang Zhidao, he couldn't feel the warmth of Zhang Zhidao's hand.

"Would you like to take off your helmet? There's no one else here, and no one will question your identity." Zhang Zhidao assumed that the Iron Man in front of him was an unidentified person who always wore armor because he was afraid of being questioned about his identity.

However, at the same time, he was also very curious.

In China, a person without legal status will always find it difficult to get around.

How did Iron Man manage to remain unnoticed by relevant authorities until now?

There is not even any news about him online, not even netizens saying he is a cosplayer.

"I can't take off my helmet." The knight was a little embarrassed.

Surprisingly, he immediately asked a question that he couldn't answer or solve either.

"Can't we take it off?" Zhang Zhidao was a little embarrassed.

What about eating... and sleeping?

"Yes, I've never taken off my helmet," the knight answered honestly.

"Then...how about water?" Zhang, skeptical, handed the water glass to the knight.

"Thank you," the knight said politely.

"Gurgle."

In front of Zhang Zhidao, he gulped down water and poured it directly into the seam of his helmet.

"..." Zhang Zhidao was shocked.

My worldview has been shattered once again.

Is this "Iron Man" in front of us not human?

Or perhaps the brain inside is structured differently from that of ordinary people?

He was stunned.

"Then... shall we eat something?" After a pause, Zhang Zhidao stood up.

Take a piece of pork floss bread from the refrigerator.

He handed the bread to the knight, and nervously swallowed again.

"Thank you." The knight nodded and thanked him politely.

Turn your head away.

He shoved the whole loaf of bread into the helmet.

The next second, the knight turned around.

The bread had vanished; there wasn't even a crumb left on the helmet.

"It's delicious." He patted his stomach and said with a simple smile.

"..." Zhang Zhidao was shocked.

Looking down, I couldn't see a single crumb, let alone bread.

"Then what about your sleep... and brushing your teeth?" he paused, then asked cautiously.