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

An Chen rubbed his temples vigorously and turned his head to look at Jiu Ge.

"Really?"

Jiuge was a little nervous.

It seems that An Chen's answer is different every time this kind of question is asked.

"This time it's really for real."

An Chen nodded and chuckled softly.

Anyway, if the two of them are together, even if there are spirits talking to him, passersby won't think he's crazy.

Hearing the answer, Jiuge breathed a small sigh of relief.

"What I was thinking about was... that girl at the fortune-telling stall in the distance seemed to be followed by a young male spirit with a very anxious expression."

"Is it a low-frequency spirit?" Jiuge became alert and shifted her gaze over.

“It doesn’t seem like it, and he deliberately kept such a long distance.” She turned her gaze back.

"Yes, that's why I didn't say earlier that he must be a relative of that girl or something," An Chen concluded.

When girls encounter trouble, they even start to rely on fortune tellers, and their relatives' spirits see this and are very anxious.

It's not that An Chen has any prejudice against fortune telling, it's just that very few people in this line of work have real skills, and most of them are just charlatans.

"Mmm." Jiuge nodded.

Turning her head again, her gaze towards the young spirit was no longer filled with fear, but only with melancholy.

……

Perhaps because the weather was unusually cool, there were quite a few pedestrians on the roadside.

Aside from the boys who kept looking over with curiosity, there were many young girls of Jiu Ge's age walking happily down the street, wearing all sorts of pretty dresses.

Some girls looked at Jiu Ge with disdain, some with envy, and others with excitement.

Despite the various gazes, Jiu Ge didn't react at all. She simply held onto An Chen's clothes and walked alongside him.

An Chen also sensed the malice in the eyes of some men, but he didn't care.

Looking around, An Chen still felt that his own Jiu Ge was the most beautiful.

"By the way, what's been going on with you these past two days?"

Thinking of his original intention in bringing Jiuge out, he asked curiously.

It seems that Jiuge also had a similar situation some time ago.

It started inexplicably and ended inexplicably.

"I……"

Jiuge choked up.

You can't exactly say it's because you were using a secondary account and An Chen told you to "get lost," can you?

Seeing that Jiuge was somewhat dazed, An Chen suddenly realized something.

Could it be that it's her period?

He glanced furtively at Jiu Ge's pants, but after sensing something was off, he immediately looked away.

My period can't possibly come twice in thirty days...

Have you received any strange messages lately?

Jiuge gestured in the air with one hand and asked with moist eyes.

"Were you harassed by a stranger?"

The thought of Jiuge being harassed suddenly made An Chen more alert.

Jiuge recalled the word "get lost" again, and her voice turned cold: "No, I'm asking you."

"I did encounter a weirdo who sent me a message... with a non-mainstream photoshopped profile picture and a strange name."

"?" Jiuge's face darkened slightly.

An Chen recalled for a moment and replied, "It was a new account, just like those people who send weird ads to emails. I felt physically uncomfortable and told her to get lost."

Jiuge loosened her grip, and her eyes lost their luster once more.

"But you don't need to worry."

An Chen glanced at Jiu Ge's loosened hand and explained.

"This kind of person won't pose any real threat."

An Chen wasn't sure if it was just his imagination, but he felt that Jiu Ge's mood was getting lower and lower.

Suddenly, he remembered that catchy song that Jiu Ge had secretly listened to before.

"Jiuge is still the best. She's beautiful, outstanding, and wouldn't do something so mindless. No one else can compare to her."

After a moment's thought, An Chen praised him in this way.

"..."

Biting her lip, Jiuge patted her face, deciding to sever this dark history from her memory.

"So, do you want to bring him back up?"

Seeing that Jiuge's complexion had improved, An Chen pointed to his clothes.

"Uh-huh."

Jiuge nodded and tugged at An Chen's sleeve again.

"I know you are Jiuge, please help her." Suddenly, a chill ran down Jiuge's spine.

The young male spirit, who had just been following behind the fortune-telling stall in the distance, suppressed his discomfort and floated over.

Because An Chen alters his aura, forcibly approaching him will make the spirit extremely uncomfortable.

"Alas..." Jiuge let go and hugged An Chen's shoulders tightly.

Using his other free hand to pick up the phone, An Chen asked, "What do you need our help with?"

Chapter 50: Scammed out of over 200,000 yuan

The young spirit's face grew increasingly grim: "Since my death, my girlfriend has been consulting fortune tellers, sorcerers, witches, tarot card masters, and even spirit mediums on Taobao. In short, she keeps contacting strange people, saying she wants to communicate with me after I've passed away..."

When they heard about fortune tellers and sorcerers, An Chen and Jiu Ge remained expressionless. However, when they heard that witches and tarot card masters were even involved, their expressions became subtle.

I always feel that they can do these things or they can find someone who really knows how to do them, but among the people online or in real life who claim to know these things, probably 9,999 out of 10,000 are fake.

"I was worried she would do something foolish, which is why I haven't dared to reincarnate. Now I'm watching her get scammed and lose her appetite, and I really can't do anything about it." As he spoke, the young spirit looked at Jiu Ge as if seeking her opinion, and then tugged at the sleeve of An Chen's hand that was holding the phone.

"Is she your girlfriend?" Jiu Ge looked at An Chen's other sleeve, took a deep breath, picked up her phone, and spoke first.

Two grown-up people stood together and answered the phone at the same time.

The scene thus became somewhat strange.

"That's the one." The young man pointed to a short girl with her hair not tied up properly standing next to the fortune teller.

The girl took out a thick stack of red hundred-yuan bills and handed them to the fortune teller.

Meanwhile, she continued to rummage through her pockets, and from a distance, it seemed she was asking the fortune teller if she had enough money.

“She wasn’t like this before…” The young man’s voice choked with emotion.

Before his death, his girlfriend was a staunch materialist.

Not to mention tarot, she doesn't believe in even the zodiac signs that most girls are interested in.

"What is her name?" An Chen asked.

“Luo Lu,” the young man replied.

"Approximately how much were they scammed out of?" Jiuge's expression turned serious.

Judging from the thickness of the wad of cash given to the fortune teller, it must have been at least in the thousands.

“I’ve roughly calculated it, it’s probably around two hundred thousand. Because I’m also a spirit now, I don’t dare get too close to her. I tried to appear in her dreams, but she wouldn’t listen. She just kept crying and saying I was a liar who abandoned her.” As the young man spoke, large, empty tears streamed from his eyes.

In other words, even if a capable person were found to help, Luo Lu probably wouldn't believe what she didn't want to hear.

This is what superstition is all about: we can believe that a twitching left eye means good fortune, but a twitching right eye means bad luck.

Many scammers exploit these human weaknesses to make a fortune.

"Don't cry." Jiuge wasn't quite used to handling this kind of situation.

She suddenly realized that it was indeed necessary for Zhang Zhidong to establish the Spirit World Mental Health Clinic.

"I'll call Zhang Zhidao." After thinking for a moment, An Chen started dialing the number.

Because of Zhang Zhidong's constant nagging, An Chen was forced to remember not only Zhang Zhidong's phone number, but also the other party's ID number very clearly.

If An Chen were to handle this matter, he wouldn't have credibility, and it's unclear where he got the information from. It's impossible for his identity to be exposed, and he might even be seen as a pervert.

If Jiuge Guan were to speak, a few harsh words might be enough to make the other person cry.

If the case were handed over to an honest, kind-hearted, and good-tempered policeman like Zhang Zhidao, it would be much easier.

As for how to convince Zhang, An Chen also had his own theory.

……

It took a long time to completely resolve the matter.

As dusk approached, after confirming from afar that the incident was over, An Chen and Jiu Ge finally had some free time.

The young man politely thanked the two of them, then turned into a speck of light and disappeared.

Before leaving, the last words he whispered in Luo Lu's ear were just three simple words: "Forget me."

After sighing for a while, An Chen took Jiu Ge to continue shopping.

Perhaps because he had seen this kind of thing so many times, he didn't have any particularly strong feelings about it, but Jiu Ge looked a little sad.

As they walked into the retro alley, Jiu Ge still clung tightly to his clothes, as if she had awakened some strange fetish.