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

Chapter 155 Who are you? (Seeking monthly votes and subscriptions)

Sure enough, Mr. Li was also shrouded in a strong sense of foreboding.

"Under these circumstances, do you still sleep in the same room with your husband every day?" Seeing the somewhat frightening scene before her, Jiuge took a deep breath, calmed herself, and asked softly.

If, under these circumstances, one disregards the danger to their own life and is still willing to sleep with a husband who may harm them at any time, then...

Is this true love?

Jiuge suddenly realized something.

She put herself in his shoes and imagined herself as Ms. Song, who was unarmed and had no spiritual power, and An Chen as Mr. Li, who would occasionally have fits of madness, self-harm, and engage in violent acts such as destroying the house and beds. There were also three children in the family who had broken down mentally, kept having mental breakdowns, and couldn't even go to school.

"Alas..." The next second, Jiuge's eyes welled up with tears.

Waaaaah, it's so scary, so terrifying!

Zhang was even more confused.

If I remember correctly, Mr. Li's condition wasn't this serious yesterday.

An Chen remained silent.

He patted Jiuge on the back and began to look around.

"I'm ashamed to say..." After bandaging her mentally unstable husband's wounds, Ms. Song stood up.

“I’ve actually been sleeping in the next room lately… At first, I was alone because I was afraid of sleep paralysis, so when my husband started acting strangely, I endured the fear and slept in the same room with him,” she said through gritted teeth.

“But these past few days, he’s started hitting people.” Ms. Song rolled up her sleeves, revealing several scabbed wounds.

“I understand, you should definitely protect yourself first.” Zhang Zhidao frowned when he saw the marks on Ms. Song’s arm.

It seems things are much more serious than they imagined yesterday.

When Jiuge noticed the hideous scars on Ms. Song's arm, her brows furrowed deeply.

An Chen walked to the bedside and sat down.

"Hello," he greeted gently.

"So many people. So many people." Upon hearing An Chen's voice, Mr. Li showed no reaction and continued rambling incoherently.

"How many people exactly are you referring to?" An Chen continued to probe calmly.

“There. There.” Mr. Li stared straight ahead, his eyes unfocused.

Seeing her husband like this, Ms. Song wiped away her tears.

"Don't be sad." Seeing this, Zhang Zhidao quickly comforted her.

“We police officers may not be able to solve such mystical problems, but An Chen is a savior, so you don’t need to worry, madam,” he explained helplessly.

"Savior?" Ms. Song stopped wiping away her tears, her expression somewhat surprised.

Why does it suddenly feel like it's not so reliable anymore?

"..." Feeling ashamed, Jiuge covered her face.

An Chen was still trying to communicate with Mr. Li: "Where is 'there'?"

“It’s down below. It’s down below.” Surprisingly, Mr. Li actually responded.

Ms. Song's eyes widened.

Could he really be the savior?

She hasn't been able to communicate successfully with her husband during this period.

Every time I want to speak, I can only do so across servers.

"What's next?" An Chen continued to guide.

"Below, above." Mr. Li looked at the floor, then stared blankly up at the ceiling.

Ms. Song: "..."

An Chen gave up on continuing to communicate with Mr. Li.

He stood up and walked towards Ms. Song.

"Have you talked to your relatives or friends about these things? Asked them to take a look, or come over to give you courage?" An Chen asked after a pause.

If others have been here before, there is a greater possibility that other outsiders may have also been tainted by the ominous aura of this place.

"After becoming rich overnight, I forced my husband to cut off contact with relatives and friends..." After hesitating for a moment, Ms. Song told the truth.

The other three on the field: "..."

Unable to communicate with Mr. Li, An Chen and the others could only focus their clues on the three children on the third floor.

After leaving the couple's bedroom, Ms. Song led the three of them to the third floor.

The third-floor corridor, like the second floor, was covered with images of Guanyin and had many extinguished incense sticks.

Without needing Ms. Li to lead the way, An Chen directly pushed open the door covered with talismans.

The two older children were taking care of their younger brother. Judging from the current situation, the three children did not seem to be having an episode, and there was nothing black on their bodies.

"Thank you, savior. I'll go get some food and drinks." Ms. Song was overjoyed to see that her son and daughters seemed to be in good condition again.

She gave An Chen a grateful look, then hurried downstairs.

An Chen glanced at Zhang Zhidao speechlessly: "Why did you reveal my secret?"

The savior concept was initially just a ploy to trick Zhang into believing him quickly and becoming familiar with him.

"It's not that... I saw that lady was really heartbroken, so I wanted to put her at ease... Besides, I told her when we went upstairs that I couldn't reveal this secret, so don't worry." Zhang Zhidong scratched his head and continued to chuckle.

“…” An Chen was too lazy to say anything more to him.

The three children were engrossed in playing with building blocks and didn't notice them at the doorway.

An Chen began to examine the room again.

The children's room was much larger than Ms. Song and her husband's bedroom, resembling a large ward in a hospital, and was decorated very warmly.

The room contained bookshelves piled high with books, three small desks side by side, three large beds separated by partitions, all sorts of toys, about a dozen plush toys of various sizes, and an empty turtle tank.

Seeing this slightly more comfortable scene, Jiuge relaxed a lot.

"Hello." She squatted down and gave a beautiful smile.

Having gained experience from dealing with Mao Maotou and projects before, as well as from recent attempts to communicate with people, Jiu Ge was much more at ease when facing strangers.

Although she was able to overcome her fear and actively communicate with people when she was working before.

However, upon closer inspection, one can still discover the limitations of Jiuge.

Seeing that Jiu Ge took the initiative to ask about the situation, An Chen smiled with relief.

He took two steps back and stood next to Zhang Zhidao.

When the three children saw a beautiful, unfamiliar woman squat down to greet them, they stopped playing with building blocks.

"Hello, who are you?" The eldest daughter, a high school student, asked first.

"Sister, you're so beautiful." The second daughter, a middle school student, suddenly brightened up.

"The girls in my class who are close to me all like handsome guys and beautiful girls!" she said with a look of surprise.

"Pretty big sister?" The third son, who was still a primary school student, put down his building blocks and hopped over to Jiuge.

"Hello..." The three people in front of her were so enthusiastic that Jiuge suddenly felt a little nervous again.

"I...I'm called Jiuge," she stammered as she introduced herself.

"Pfft." An Chen gave a wry smile.

"..." Zhang Zhidao blinked, looking at the... heartwarming scene before him with great interest?

Ms. Song had already brought up tea, beverages, snacks, and cut fruit.

Seeing her child begin to speak normally, her eyes welled up with tears again.

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"Sister, I've seen you before, but I was too shy to say hello." As he spoke, the little boy hugged Jiuge's leg.

"?" Jiuge was stunned.

“?” An Chen was also stunned.

Are elementary school students these days so skilled at flirting with girls and even using "Red Dream Studies"?

Telling himself that the other person was just a child, he took the half apple from Ms. Song and began to selectively ignore her.

"Sister, I like you." After saying that, the little boy gave Jiuge a kiss on the knee.

"Huh?" Jiuge was so startled that she quickly stood up.

"..." The apple in An Chen's hand burst with juice.

"..." Zhang Zhidao, who was standing to the side, was so frightened by the situation that he dared not move.

Ms. Song's attention was focused on her child, who seemed normal, and she didn't notice what was happening around her.

"Don't panic, sister. Our little brother has been like this since he was a child," the eldest daughter hurriedly explained.

“Yes, yes, he can’t stand the sight of a pretty girl,” the second daughter added from the side.

“I see…” Jiuge turned around and looked at An Chen for help.

She was finding it difficult to continue the conversation.

If they continued talking, Jiuge worried that the little boy would suddenly pounce on her and give her another kiss on another part of her body...

An Chen sighed and placed the things Ms. Song was holding on the ground.

He then gestured for Ms. Song to leave, saying that they could take care of things here.

After Ms. Song left, An Chen closed the door.

Zhang, being very sensible, moved to the door.

Leaning against the door, he began to keep watch.