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Chapter 239 Night Attack
Zhou You was at a loss for words.

He had seen plenty of demons and monsters in scripts, but he felt that there were just as many demons in the human world.

After a long while, he finally spoke calmly.

"What happens after that?"

"After that? After that it was quite simple. I don't know if it was retribution or what, but all those guys who had connections with this church died suddenly. But the cult leader was never brought to justice. I've been investigating him for revenge, but unfortunately he disappeared for more than ten years until today when he finally showed some traces."

Han Ruiming's statement ends here.

It seemed logically sound, but for some reason, Zhou You always felt that he was intentionally hiding something from him.

It's not so much deception as it seems, but there are certain aspects that were deliberately ignored.

After a moment of silence, Zhou You spoke again.

"In that case, I also have a few questions I'd like to ask you."

The old man extended his hand, making a 'please' gesture.

"First, you said the recent serial murders are related to this sect. My question is, why do they kill people and remove their internal organs?"

"I'm not entirely sure either, but according to what Ali told me before she went mad, they might use these internal organs to make that ascension drug."

Zhou You nodded and continued to ask.

"Secondly, has anyone been killed here recently?"

"Indeed, a few cult members came to my place, and after I interrogated them, they just let me kill them—what, are you going to call the police?"

Zhou You completely ignored the provocation in the other party's words and asked the last question.

"Thirdly, I ask you, where did you learn all these magical skills?"

However, the old man only said four words.

"No comment."

Zhou You stared at Han Ruiming, and Han Ruiming stared back at him.

In the end, Zhou You was the one who backed down first.

"Fine, no comment then. But since you and I share the same goal, then what about later?"

Unexpectedly, Han Ruiming glanced at his watch and suddenly ordered the guests to leave.

"I'm sorry, it's almost time for me to rest. I don't have a place to stay in this room. Please let's talk tomorrow."

What?
—No, old man, do you know what the situation is like right now?

However, Han Ruiming didn't give Zhou You any chance to speak. He directly opened the door and gestured for him to leave quickly.

What can Zhou You do in this situation?
Having finally found someone who understood the situation amidst this mess, I couldn't very well beat them up.

So he could only roll his eyes and decide not to argue with the old man, to go home first, and to deal with everything tomorrow.

However, just as he stepped out with the little ghost girl, the old man behind him suddenly spoke.

"The weather forecast says it will rain heavily tonight, so remember not to sleep too soundly."

Zhou You paused for a moment, but continued walking outside without looking back.

After someone's footsteps completely disappeared.

Han Ruiming walked back to the basement with unsteady steps.

Unlike his ruthlessness when he attacked and his erratic temperament just now, he now resembled an old man on his deathbed, his face showing only weakness and exhaustion. He carefully activated all the security measures and confirmed that the hidden emergency escape routes were still clear before moving a stool and sitting down in front of the portrait.

After a long silence, he habitually took out a cigarette and lit it—but then immediately remembered something and slammed it onto the table to extinguish it.

"Sorry, honey, I forgot, you only allow me to smoke three cigarettes a day."

Han Ruiming gazed at his daughter's smiling face for a long time, then sighed softly.

"Ali, your dad did something wicked again today. If it were before, you would have cursed me to death, and I wouldn't ask for your forgiveness. It's just that I really don't have time now. I just hope..."

The sound was as ethereal as smoke, and vanished in the blink of an eye.
-
By the time Zhou You returned home, it was already late at night.

He had originally planned to spend the night in a hotel or even in the wilderness—after all, staying in the wilderness was a common occurrence in the script—but for some reason, the little ghost seemed reluctant to leave that house and insisted on going back no matter what. So he had no choice but to take a shaky bus and spend most of the day getting back home.

After entering the house, the little ghost wanted to cook, but Zhou You gently patted her head to stop her. Then she casually made two bowls of noodles, which marked the end of her work for the day.

The little ghost girl returned to the table, turned on the TV and watched for a while, then drifted off to sleep out of boredom—it's a mystery how a ghost sleeps—while Zhou You watched her with a helpless smile, shook his head, turned off the TV, and then drew the curtains.

Having spent too much time in solitude, the little ghost girl, though appearing to be eleven or twelve years old, has the mental capacity of only about eight or nine years old and still doesn't realize what's going on.

But that's fine too; children should live like children, and not worry about anything else.
As her guardian, I decided to sweep it for her as well.
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The moon was high in the sky, and all was quiet.

There was no sound of people in the residential buildings, only the occasional gust of wind blowing through the trees and the occasional barking of dogs.

After an unknown amount of time, even the barking of dogs fell silent.

But at that very moment, right outside Zhou You's window.

Suddenly, a 'splat' sound rang out.

The sound was so faint that it was impossible to hear without concentrating.

Immediately afterwards, a hand suddenly appeared in Zhou You's window.

A hand that could never possibly be here.

It should be noted that although Zhou You lived in an old-style residential building, his home was on the sixth floor, and there was nothing around him that he could use for leverage, so it was impossible for him to climb up by human power.

But this hand just happened to appear here.

The skin of this hand was pale, almost transparent, and you could even see the blood vessels and muscle texture. It was not gripping anything, but lying flat against the window.

A few seconds later, another hand was placed on top, then a second, then a third.
In the blink of an eye, six hands had already climbed onto Zhou You's window.

Even more strangely, apart from that 'splat' sound, there was no other sound at all.

Soon, the hands found the window frame, sticky liquid seeping from their palms, and slowly slid open the window.

Three seemingly boneless bodies slipped in from within and then moved silently to Zhou You's bedside.

Behind them, only a sticky, wet trail remained.

Looking at Zhou You, who was still fast asleep in the bed, the intruders exchanged glances and all revealed a sinister smile before pulling back the thin blanket.

Russia.

All of them were stunned.

There was no living person under the blanket, only a 'human body' made up of several pillows.

At the same time, a laugh rang in their ears.

"Excuse me, what brings you all to someone's house so late at night?"

(End of this chapter)