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

"Good morning." Zhang Zhidao was flattered that An Chen had taken the initiative to speak to him.

He had long ago discovered through observation and intelligence gathering that An Chen was cold-hearted and kept most people at arm's length.

"Are you on patrol in this heat?" An Chen asked curiously.

It wasn't that his personality suddenly changed; he simply had his own agenda.

"Yes, it's all for the people."

Zhang Zhidao chuckled sheepishly and scratched the back of his head, making a statement similar to Zhang Zhidong's.

Have you thought it through?

An Chen chuckled softly.

Although it was fun to bully honest people, he tried his best not to let Zhang know and make him too nervous.

"What have you decided?"

Zhang swallowed hard, his eyes looking somewhat unnatural.

Clearly, he was trying to avoid the topic.

An Chen's previous question, "Are you prepared for your worldview to crumble into dust?" was both a threat and an intimidation to Zhang Zhidao.

After experiencing such a long and mysterious dream, he couldn't help but become somewhat obsessed.

As a staunch believer in Marxist materialism, Zhang knew he dared not allow his young mind to be shaken too much.

"Are you prepared for your worldview to disappear?" An Chen patted Zhang Zhidao on the shoulder to comfort him.

Intentionally, he replaced the word "crush" with "disappear".

"Who are you?... " Zhang looked at An Chen with a troubled expression.

This time, the entire worldview has simply vanished...

Everyone knows the saying that curiosity killed the cat.

But now that things have come to this point, it's impossible for him not to be curious.

"I am the savior of this world," An Chen said casually, though it sounded incredibly impressive.

Zhang now knows that all he needs to know is this strange information.

"?" Zhang Zhidao was stunned.

"A sophomore illness?" he asked tentatively.

"it is true."

An Chen stared at Zhang Zhidao, his expression as calm as ever.

Zhang Zhidao swallowed again, looking at An Chen with a mixture of belief and doubt.

There have been many strange things happening lately, and he can't completely rule out the possibility that only exists in fantasy novels.

“Even if we’re not close, I know a lot about you. You can definitely come to me for help if you encounter any trouble,” An Chen said calmly.

That's true; he didn't intend to take any benefits from Zhang Zhidong for nothing.

"What do you know about me?" Zhang Zhidao leaned close to An Chen's ear, glancing at the passersby around him out of the corner of his eye.

One was a police officer in uniform and hat, and the other was a man with a cold and expressionless demeanor.

They always felt that the expressions of passersby looked at them were strange.

"I know your ID number is xxxxxxx, your real birthday is May 10th, you have two SIM cards, one for work and the other for contacting family and friends. You have a burn scar on your back from when you were five years old, your older brother's name is Zhang Zhidong, and his catchphrase is 'Not bad!'"

After reciting a long list of personal information about Zhang Zhidong that Zhang Zhidong had told him, An Chen felt a little thirsty.

"?"

Zhang Zhidao looked shocked, but his expression still showed some doubt.

He couldn't utter a single word for a long time.

The case of the little girl who was scammed was suspicious, but Zhang knew he hadn't thought about it deeply at the time.

How could An Chen, who knew the other person completely, know that the other person had been scammed out of more than 200,000 yuan and how many scammers they had contacted?

"Don't believe me?" An Chen looked as if he had expected this.

"You like XX now, your first love was in high school, you were still wetting the bed at seven, your lowest math score was in the teens, you couldn't beat ordinary girls in fights in elementary school, you always chose rock in rock-paper-scissors, you often couldn't think straight, and you're a typical brother-complex. You've always looked up to your older brother as a role model."

"Wait... stop talking!" Zhang Zhidao waved his hands haphazardly, blushing like an innocent young boy.

These were secrets known only to him and his brother, who promised to take them to his grave and never reveal them.

Zhang Zhidong said he would never tell anyone, even if it meant his death, so it was impossible for him to tell anyone.

Data shows that An Chen could not have known Zhang Zhidao before his death.

If An Chen could know all this, there would be only one possibility—An Chen might indeed be the savior.

Do you believe it?

An Chen smiled and said, "I also know that your house would often become unusually hot for no reason recently, and the air conditioner couldn't be used. I can tell you the specific times when that happened."

"I believe it... but I can't accept it right now," Zhang answered honestly.

He has truly lost his worldview.

"Just believe me. This is a secret between us; don't tell anyone."

After saying that, An Chen shook his head and went home.

Although Zhang Zhidao, Zhang Zhidong's younger brother, is far less experienced and accomplished, he has still managed to build a network of connections and gain public trust through his diligent work ethic and hard-working attitude.

If the rumors spread and the situation affects the living, then getting help from Zhang Zhidao is an essential step.

The aftermath of special events and strange metaphysical rumors all require figures with public prestige to step in and resolve.

Because of this consideration, An Chen took the initiative and caught Zhang Zhidao off guard.

In the future, all we need to do is rid the people of evil and, if we become rich and powerful, remember this.

When An Chen returned to the apartment, Jiu Ge was standing in the entrance hall, her face unusually full of anger.

"Why are you avoiding me?" she asked.

There's no need for any deduction; even a fool could tell that An Chen sneaked out when Jiu Ge wasn't paying attention.

Jiuge was very dissatisfied.

She wasn't some perverted stalker or weirdo, nor was she one of those yandere characters that's been frequently discussed online lately. So why was An Chen avoiding her?

An Chen sighed, his expression somewhat helpless, and said, "It's not that I'm avoiding you."

The main problem is that it's inconvenient to bring Jiuge along when doing those kinds of things.

"what is that?"

Jiuge's expression was somewhat unnatural.

Could it be that An Chen is too shy when he sees her, causing a strange chain reaction?

"I was so worried about you." An Chen looked at Jiu Ge with an expression of concern for his daughter.

"?"

Chapter 65 The Witch's Bottle That Should Not Be Superstitious

Jiuge was stunned.

I never imagined that An Chen's thought process had become so abnormal.

He actually avoided her because he was worried about her.

“I went to Zhang Zhidong’s place and sternly told him that he must give you advance notice before asking for your help, so as not to scare you.” With that, An Chen put the keys on the shoe cabinet, walked around Jiu Ge, and sat back down on the sofa.

"Because time is of the essence, I was worried that if I told you too late, you would experience even more horrors, so I wanted to get it done when you weren't looking, so you wouldn't feel insecure." He blurted out, continuing to spout his strange theory.

"You've thought of me to this extent?"

Jiuge followed, her mouth slightly open, clearly believing An Chen's words completely.

As time goes on, An Chen's feelings for her will inevitably deepen.

Thinking of this, Jiuge swallowed hard, her expression becoming unnatural.

"um, yes."

An Chen smiled and answered arrogantly.

Lies are not true, and truths are not false. He can now admit that Jiuge occupies an important place in his heart, but he is still unwilling to give up the pleasure of watching others have fun.

As expected of Jiuge, An Chen can coax her back with just a few words whenever she's unhappy.

"Whoa whoa."

Jiuge nodded like a chick pecking at rice.

With a bright smile on her face, she got up to go upstairs to her room.

Before opening the door, Jiuge suddenly seemed to remember something and said to An Chen, "I secretly went to purify an evil spirit last time, and the association seems to have given me some compensation."

She glanced around the living room from top to bottom, then pointed to the package behind the sofa: "I heard it contains something very rare. I'm not interested, so I'm giving it to you."

"Thank you."

An Chen glanced back and gave a brief thank you.

It's probably something that girls love, all sparkly and shiny.

The package had been sitting behind the sofa for a while, and he had almost forgotten that it was for payment.

Since the package arrived, Naitang kept rubbing against the delivery box, much more attentive than a regular box, and An Chen even had the illusion that the package contained cat treats or canned cat food.

He placed the package on the coffee table, then turned and walked to the TV cabinet to get the scissors.

Even if it contained a deadly Barbie pink lipstick with lucky magic, An Chen was still very interested.

If Jiuge could utter the word "rare," then it must be a legendary item.

An Chen carefully cut open the transparent laser tape and took out what was inside.