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It was late at night, and the candlelight flickered softly in the back hall of the Pengze County Government Office.

The chirping of insects outside the window was sparse, and the sound of the night watchman's drum could be faintly heard from afar. Separated by several courtyard walls, it was impossible to tell what time of night it was.

A breeze slipped in through the window cracks, causing the edges of the files on the desk to flutter gently.

Di Renjie put down his pen and rubbed his temples.

The case that was concluded today involved long-standing grievances between neighbors that escalated into a fatality.

The murderer certainly deserves to die, but how can a single judgment possibly resolve the generations-long feud between the two families?

He sighed, his gaze falling on the cup of tea that had gone cold, but he didn't bother to refill it.

Now, Di Renjie is nearly sixty years old, with gray hairs appearing at his temples, but his eyes are still as sharp as ever.

Although he was not of high rank, he was in charge of the well-being of the people in the area.

Judging cases is easy, judging people's hearts is difficult—over the years, he has long since mastered this skill.

After reviewing case files all night, Di Renjie was about to get up and stretch when he looked up and saw an unfamiliar face close at hand, looking around the room blankly.

He was a boy.

Her figure was ethereal, like a wisp of smoke condensing in the candlelight, dressed in a strange outfit never seen before, the fabric so thin it seemed out of place for this season.

What's even stranger is his short hair, which is very neat and doesn't match any of the foreign attire he knows.

The boy stood before him, just inches away, his face filled with bewilderment and shock.

The two locked eyes.

Di Renjie froze.

He stared at that face for three breaths—no, more than three breaths.

The face was incredibly clear, both illusory and real, incongruous with the dim candlelight, yet undeniably present before my eyes.

Could it be that my eyes are playing tricks on me from looking at the files for too long?

I rubbed my eyes and looked again—the face was still there, and the other person was also stunned.

Di Renjie took a deep breath. He had lived for more than fifty years and had seen many strange things and investigated all kinds of mysterious cases, but this kind of thing... this kind of thing had never happened before.

He had never believed in ghosts or spirits, nor in supernatural phenomena, so what was going on in front of him?

"Who are you?" He deliberately kept his voice steady, without panic or hesitation—Di Renjie was Di Renjie; even if the sky were to fall, he would first ask for clarification.

The boy seemed startled by the sound and took half a step back.

Di Renjie could see clearly that the step back was without any reason, as if he was stepping in the air, rather than actually stepping on the ground.

"I have no idea."

Zhang Rui was also in a daze. He originally thought that the so-called soul travel was just about possessing other people's bodies, but he didn't expect that he would really become a ghost without even a body.

The system is still running.

[Transmigration complete. Reward: Each attribute increases by one point.]

[Current World: Detective Dee]

Main Quest: Stay within three meters of Di Renjie for at least one year.

【当前属性：力量7、体质7、精神7、敏捷7（6为普通人平均水平，10点为人类极限。）】

To confirm the information again, I realized that I am not a pure ghost. I can interact with the outside world for one hour a day, but it is only one-way.

In this world, only Di Renjie can see himself; no one else can.

Even if the ability to interact is activated, the same applies.

In addition, one hour is the total time, which can be stopped at any time and will be automatically refreshed at midnight.

In that case, eating and washing up shouldn't be a problem, but in my current state, do I really need these things?

Di Renjie quietly looked at Zhang Rui, who appeared before him—his figure was illusory, his clothes were strange, and his expression was fearful.

No matter how you look at it, he doesn't seem like a malicious person; he's more like a lost child.

"What's your name?"

Zhang Rui.

"Where did you come from?"

Zhang Rui shook his head.

Why are you here?

He still shook his head.

He couldn't explain the system's problems, nor did he know how to explain them, so he simply pretended to be ignorant.

Di Renjie stared at him for a while longer and saw that he didn't seem to be deliberately hiding anything; rather, he seemed to be unsure of what to say.

That's enough. A child showing up here in the middle of the night, we won't get anything out of him, and there's no point in pressing him any further.

"If you are unwilling to speak, I will not ask further."

Zhang Rui breathed a sigh of relief, but still kept his head down.

Looking at his silent appearance, Di Renjie suddenly felt a pang of emotion—this child looked no more than fifteen or sixteen years old, and his own grandchildren were already that age.

"It's so late, why aren't you resting yet?"

After a moment of silence, Zhang Rui spoke.

In the past, he had watched many TV series, including "Detective Dee", and he still remembered the three cases.

However, he needed to confirm what time it was, but asking directly was impossible; he could only try to find out indirectly.

Zhang Rui's tone was stiff, clearly indicating that he was trying to change the subject.

Di Renjie understood, but didn't say much, only replying, "I'm used to it. Reviewing case files at night leaves me plenty of time to do other things during the day."

After saying that, he paused and asked, "Are you hungry?"

Only after the words left his mouth did he realize something was wrong—how could this child, with such an ethereal form, eat?

I felt a slight pang of regret; I had been somewhat abrupt.

Zhang Rui hesitated for a moment, but finally nodded. It was a good opportunity to give it a try.

Di Renjie paused for a moment, then stood up.

"Di Chun."

Di Chun, the butler outside, pushed the door open and was stunned to see Di Gong talking to thin air.

However, it was common for Judge Di to be reviewing case files alone late at night and talking to himself, so it was not surprising.

"My lord, what are your orders?"

"Go prepare some food, two bowls of hot porridge, light dishes, and generous portions."

Di Chun responded and paused for a moment.

Is the master having such a good appetite today?

It's rare to see someone drink two bowls of porridge.

However, having served Di Renjie for many years, he knew what he should and shouldn't ask, so he responded and withdrew.

As Di Gong watched Di Chun's departing figure, he was thinking about something else: it seemed that only he could see the child, while Di Chun could not.

Otherwise, Di Chun should have reacted upon seeing an extra person suddenly appear in the room.

Is this child... really able to eat?

The food was served quickly.

The steaming porridge, with white smoke rising from it, is accompanied by several light side dishes.

Di Chun put down his things and left without saying another word.

Zhang Rui looked at the food on the table and hesitated.

I tried to reach for the chopsticks, but my fingers slipped through and I didn't touch anything.

The chopsticks remained untouched, sitting steadily on the table.

With a thought, Zhang Rui activated the interactive mode and successfully picked up the bowl.

The warm porridge slid down my throat and into my stomach.

This kid... can really eat.

Di Renjie watched the whole time, seeing the bowl of porridge slowly move, seeing the porridge gradually decrease, and seeing the boy with his head down, eating it bite by bite.

At first, I was a little skeptical, but now I am completely certain that the child is not a hallucination, but a real person.

But how should we interpret the word "truth"?