If you are targeted by a cold and beautiful girl

Chapter 155 Who are you? (Please give me a monthly ticket and subscribe)

As expected, Mr. Li's body was also shrouded in a thick layer of ominous omen.

"In this case, do you still sleep in the same room with your husband every day?" Seeing the terrifying scene in front of him, Jiuge took a deep breath, stabilized his mind, and asked softly.

Suppose in this situation, regardless of the danger to one's own life, one is still willing to sleep with a husband who may do something harmful at any time.

Is this true love?

Jiuge suddenly realized.

She put herself in their shoes and imagined that she was Ms. Song, who was defenseless and had no spiritual power, and An Chen was Mr. Li who had fits of self-harm from time to time, demolished homes and beds, and continued to commit violent acts. A child who is too nervous to even go to school.

"Ugh..." The next second, Jiu Ge's eyes became moist.

Woooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo scary.

Zhang knew that he was even more confused.

If I remember correctly, Mr. Li's situation yesterday was not as serious as this.

"..." An Chen was speechless.

Patting Jiuge on the back, he began to observe his surroundings.

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

"I've actually been sleeping in the next room lately... I was alone in the beginning because I was afraid of ghosts pressing down on the bed, so when my husband first started acting weird, I endured the fear and slept in the same room with him," she said through gritted teeth. .

"But in the past few days, he started to hit people." Ms. Song rolled up her sleeves, revealing several scarred wounds.

"It's understandable. You should protect yourself first." Seeing the scars on Ms. Song's arms, Zhang Zhizhi frowned.

It seems that the matter is much more serious than they imagined yesterday.

Jiuge glanced at the hideous scars on Ms. Song's arms and frowned fiercely.

An Chen walked to the bed and sat down.

"Hello." He greeted warmly.

"So many people. So many people." Hearing An Chen's voice, Mr. Li had no reaction and continued to talk nonsense.

"How many people did you say there were, exactly?" An Chen continued to test with a calm face.

"There. There." Mr. Li looked straight ahead, his eyes unfocused.

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

"Don't be sad first." Seeing this, Zhang Zhizhi quickly comforted him.

"We people's police may not be able to solve such a metaphysical matter, but An Chen is the savior, so you don't have to worry, madam." He explained helplessly.

"Savior?" Ms. Song stopped wiping away tears and looked a little surprised.

Why do you suddenly feel less reliable?

"..." Jiuge covered his face in shame.

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

"It's down there. It's down there." Surprisingly, Mr. Li responded.

Ms. Song's eyes widened.

Is he really the savior?
She had never successfully communicated with her husband during this period.

Every time I want to talk, I can only communicate across servers.

"Where is it below?" An Chen continued to guide.

"Down below, above." Mr. Li looked at the floor, then raised his head blankly.

Ms. Song: "..."

An Chen gave up and continued communicating with Mr. Li.

He stood up and walked towards Ms. Song. "Have you told your relatives or friends about these things? Ask them to help you take a look, or come over to encourage you or something like that?" After a pause, An Chen asked.

If someone else has been here, there is a greater possibility that other outsiders may have been contaminated by the ominous atmosphere here.

"After I got rich suddenly, I forced my husband to cut off contact with relatives and friends..." After hesitating, Ms. Song finally told the truth.

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

Mr. Li was unable to communicate, so An Chen and others could only focus on the three children on the third floor for clues.

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

The aisle on the third floor is the same as the second floor. It is also covered with Guanyin statues and has many extinguished incense.

No need for Ms. Li to lead the team, An Chen directly opened the door covered with charms.

The two eldest children are taking their younger brother. Judging from the current situation, the three children do not look like they are suffering from illness, and there is nothing black on them.

"Thank you, savior. I'm going to get some food and drink first." Ms. Song was overjoyed to see that her son and daughters seemed to be in normal condition.

Glancing at An Chen gratefully, she went downstairs with a bang.

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

The setting of the savior was originally just to fool Zhang Zhidao into believing his words and becoming familiar with him as soon as possible.

"This is not... I think the lady is really sad. To make her feel at ease... and I told her when we went upstairs just now that we can't reveal this secret. Don't worry." Zhang Zhidong scratched his head and continued to laugh.

"..." An Chen was too lazy to continue telling him anything.

The three children were playing with blocks very seriously and did not notice them at the door.

An Chen observed the room again.

The children's room is much larger than the bedroom of Ms. Song and his wife. It looks like a large ward in a hospital and is very warmly decorated.

The room has bookshelves full of books, three small desks side by side, three separate beds, various toys, a dozen plush dolls of various sizes, and an empty turtle tank. .

Seeing this slightly more comfortable scene, Jiu Ge relaxed a lot.

"Hello." She knelt down and showed a nice smile.

With the previous experience of dealing with Maomaotou and the project and the recent experience of trying to communicate with people, Jiuge is much calmer when facing strangers.

Although she was able to overcome her fear at work before and take the initiative to communicate with others.

But if you look carefully, you can still find Jiuge's cramped place.

Seeing Jiuge taking the initiative to chat and asking about the situation, An Chen chuckled happily.

Taking two steps back, he stood next to Zhang Zhizhi.

The three children stopped playing with blocks when they saw the beautiful older sister they didn't recognize squatting down to greet them.

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

"Sister, you are so beautiful." The eyes of the second daughter, a junior high school student, suddenly lit up.

"The girls in our class who are close to me all like handsome boys and beautiful girls!" She looked surprised.

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

"Hello..." The three people in front of him were so enthusiastic, and Jiu Ge suddenly felt a little nervous again.

"I...my name is Jiu Ge." She introduced herself hesitantly.

"Pfft." An Chen smiled wryly.

"..." Zhang Zhidao blinked and looked at the... warm scene in front of him with interest?
Ms. Song has already come up with tea drinks, snacks, snacks, and cut fruits.

Seeing that her child began to speak normally, her eyes became moist again.

(End of this chapter)