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A luxury SUV drove out of the airport and headed towards the Guangjiang Residential Area in the new city district.

Jiang Yan volunteered to show off her driving skills and was acting as the driver. However, she stared straight ahead without moving, like a wooden doll. She didn't even notice the side mirrors, and she was practically lying on the steering wheel, as if she wanted to stick her head out of the window.

This driving posture is very dangerous.

"Holy crap, does that guy even know how to drive? He suddenly darted out from behind! If I hadn't been driving steadily, I almost crashed into him while changing lanes." Jiang Yan was startled to find a car suddenly parked next to her, very close by.

The car behind us had been following for a while, and finally mustered up the courage to overtake us on the right.

Yang Jian saw the driver visibly relax after successfully overtaking the other vehicle.

"There are advantages to expensive cars." He noticed that many vehicles didn't dare to follow too closely and unconsciously maintained a certain distance.

After all, it's a luxury car worth millions, so it has some right of way, which made things much easier for Jiang Yan.

Sitting next to her, Zhang Liqin smiled and said, "Boss Yang, although Jiang Yan got her driver's license a long time ago, she has no driving experience and is a novice."

"It's alright, let her practice more, there's no rush," Yang Jian said, then looked out the car window at the city.

Compared to after the Starvation Ghost Incident, the city has regained some vitality and is no longer deserted and lifeless. There are many more vehicles on the road and city lights, and it seems that the city is regaining its vitality.

This is a good thing.

Yang Jian didn't want the city he was in charge of to become a lifeless, cold, and dead city.

"Is my mom asleep yet?" he suddenly asked.

"Auntie isn't staying at home recently. She said she went back to her hometown to take a look around. She's been gone for a few days. She just left when you came last time," Zhang Liqin replied.

Yang Jian reminisced about his hometown.

Dachang City Meishan Village.

His hometown wasn't far, only about a 30-minute drive away. However, a few years after his father died when he was young, his mother had a falling out with his uncles and aunts in the village. He only went back for a few days during the Spring Festival each year, and didn't go back at other times. As a result, he was very distant from those relatives, almost like strangers.

As for why they broke up, Yang Jian had some recollection of it; it was due to some land and property disputes.

When my father was still alive, he acquired a lot of things in the countryside, such as a large fishpond, a grove of trees, and a large vegetable garden.

These things aren't valuable now because they have no development potential, but in the impoverished rural areas back then, they were the stuff of local tycoons. However, a few years after Yang Jian's father died, these properties were seized by some of his uncles. His mother, Zhang Fen, argued about this several times, but of course, the orphan and his widow ultimately got nowhere.

In ancient times, this would be equivalent to eating someone who had no descendants.

Yang Jian was studying at that time and was young, so he had no say.

"Oh right, it's almost Chinese New Year, so it's normal for my mom to go back to the countryside," Yang Jian remembered.

Although we may argue and quarrel, we cannot sever our roots; when it's time to go back, we must go back.

However, upon closer reflection, he and his mother endured immense hardship living in the city, an experience that contributed to his personality flaws.

"I need to find some time to go back and settle those old scores."

Yang Jian felt that the past had to be resolved. Although they were just trivial matters to him, they might be a thorn in his mother Zhang Fen's side for decades.

He was also curious about his father's identity.

Old Qin mentioned it at Headquarters, but it's unclear whether it's true or not. If it is, then his father's death was related to a supernatural event, and there must have been some clues left behind. These clues are most likely located back in his hometown, so this trip is very necessary.

"Yang Jian, what are you thinking about?"

Zhang Liqin asked softly, leaning closer and secretly taking Yang Jian's arm while glancing at Jiang Yan, who was driving in front.

Jiang Yan doesn't even look in the rearview mirror, so how could she possibly notice her?

However, Zhang Liqin didn't see anything wrong with it. She believed that Jiang Yan had the right to like Yang Jian, and she had the right to like him too. Besides, Yang Jian wasn't married and hadn't officially started dating anyone. Even if her relationship with Yang Jian were discovered someday, they could just compete fairly.

I'm not an eighteen-year-old girl anymore, so there's no need to be reserved. As a mature woman, I should act when the time is right.

"Is there something you need?" Yang Jian asked, snapping out of his reverie.

"Nothing much, I just wanted to ask if you're going to the company tomorrow. Aren't I your secretary? I'd like to make arrangements in advance," Zhang Liqin said, blinking.

Yang Jian said, "Let's talk about it tomorrow. I just got back, and there's no rush for many things."

Zhang Liqin nodded and didn't ask any more questions.

Soon, the vehicle returned to Guangjiang Residential Area.

Although no one was inside the villa, the lights were still on.

This is a psychological trauma left on Jiang Yan and Zhang Liqin after experiencing a paranormal event. They are afraid of the dark and afraid of living alone. They always feel unsafe in the dark and that ghosts may appear everywhere. Therefore, they like to turn on all the lights no matter where they are.

However, this Xiao Mao is nothing to worry about; what's truly frightening is when many people develop mental illness.

"You guys get off and go back first, I'm going to see Wang Shanshan," Yang Jian suddenly said.

"Something's fishy." Jiang Yan frowned as she watched Yang Jian drive the car deeper into the residential area, realizing that things weren't as simple as they seemed.

"What's so strange about it?" Zhang Liqin asked, puzzled.

Jiang Yan puffed out her cheeks; "Going to Wang Shanshan's place so late is definitely suspicious. They might not even come back."

"It's not that exaggerated. Yang Jian doesn't like Wang Shanshan. They're just ordinary classmates," Zhang Liqin said. Although she didn't know what had happened to Wang Shanshan, her intuition as a woman was still quite accurate.

"It's only classmates who are in danger, which means they've known each other for at least three years, unlike me, who I've only known for six months," Jiang Yan said, feeling a sense of crisis.

Zhang Liqin laughed and said, "Don't think about it too much. It's so cold outside. I'm going back to take a shower."

Now.

Yang Jian returned to the Republican era old house that had been renovated.

Wang Shanshan wasn't there; the door was tightly shut.

However, he wasn't entirely there to find Wang Shanshan; he was there to settle the ghost child. After all, it wasn't safe to keep such a ghost at home. It was safer to keep it in this old house from the Republican era, away from the neighborhood and people.

"You are not allowed to leave this room," Yang Jian ordered.

But he immediately realized it was inappropriate.

If the ghost child is trapped here, it won't be able to fulfill its full potential. It should be secretly protecting this community. After all, Yang Jian can't be on guard 24/7, while the ghost child can work tirelessly for long periods, making it a very competent security guard.

"Protect this community. If any unfamiliar Ghost Tamer enter, drive them away immediately."

He issued a new command, which will override the previous command.

The ghost child tilted its head and looked at Yang Jian. It was carrying a backpack with a rotting human head inside.

After a brief pause, the ghost child quickly began to move, wandering around and running about before disappearing into the nearby greenery in no time.

"Let's leave it at that for now. Although the appearance of this ghost child might scare some people, it's better than them suffering from some unknown supernatural attack. After all, only ghosts can deal with ghosts, and to ensure absolute safety, we must rely on the power of the ghost child." Yang Jian didn't see anything wrong with it.

At least there are no signs of the ghost child going out of control yet, so it can still be trusted for now.

As Yang Jian left the old house, he looked at the third door of the house one last time.

He frowned, a sense of apprehension creeping into his heart.

The old house here has three doors, and the materials of the doors are different. The room where the ghost mirror is placed has a wooden door, the room where the ghost cabinet is placed has a bronze door, and this room has a gold door.

A door cast in gold.

Not only the doors, but the walls are also made of gold.

"It's like a safe house from the Republican Era, or a container for imprisoning ghosts. I wonder what's inside once it's opened." Although Yang Jian was curious, he didn't dare to open the door.

Because the worst-case scenario is that it contains a terrifying ghost that even the previous owner of the old house couldn't deal with.

As long as it is not deliberately damaged, given the house's sturdiness and the stability of its gold material, it will be impossible to open it for hundreds of years.

Yang Jian quickly returned to his residence.

He went up to his bedroom on the fifth floor, took a shower, and then sat on the bed to begin recording the details of his business trip.

"I took a plane to J City. On the plane, I encountered a supernatural event. It was a terrifying dead man's hand, which was also the hand of a ghost." He wrote quickly and in great detail, clearly recording even what people he encountered on the plane.

This notebook is both a record of Yang Jian's experiences and a very special file of vengeful ghosts.

He felt that he would need this information sooner or later.

Just as he was taking notes, the door was opened.

Yang Jian stopped writing and suddenly looked up.

It was an almost instinctive alertness, especially when he recalled the paranormal events he had experienced before.

"Yang Jian, it's me. I saw that the light in your room was on, so I came to check." Zhang Liqin stood at the door, wearing a bathrobe, seemingly having just taken a shower, her face still flushed, making her look incredibly alluring.

Yang Jian slowly withdrew his gaze and continued writing.

Seeing this, Zhang Liqin quietly closed the door, then went into the room and silently crawled into bed.

"You don't need to come keep me company. I'm not very interested in you," Yang Jian said without looking up.

"It's okay, just think of me as someone who came to warm the bed," Zhang Liqin said. "Anyway, I'm yours now, I'm sticking with you from now on."

Yang Jian remained silent, continuing to take notes on his own.

Zhang Liqin didn't disturb him, but just propped her head up and looked at him. She didn't know why she felt at ease, even though she knew that a terrible ghost was parasitizing Yang Jian's body, she didn't feel scared at all.

"Yang Jian, have you lost interest in me, or in everyone?"

Almost an hour later, Zhang Liqin saw that Yang Jian was almost finished writing and suddenly asked.

"Is there a difference?" Yang Jian noticed she wasn't asleep yet and asked after glancing at her.

Zhang Liqin stretched. "Of course there's a difference. The former means you don't like women like me, while the latter..."

She gave a sheepish smile and didn't dare to continue.

Yang Jian paused for a moment, then suddenly pulled her into a tight embrace, grabbing her hand and placing it against his chest. "Do you feel anything?"

Zhang Liqin didn't resist, letting Yang Jian hug her. She was stunned for a moment; "What's wrong?"

It's a heartbeat.

Yang Jian calmly said, "If a normal man were to hold a woman like you, his heart would definitely race and he would have some thoughts. But my heartbeat is very steady, without any change, so my emotions will not change at all. Without emotional fluctuations, there are no emotional fluctuations."

"If this continues for a long time, my emotions will gradually disappear until they are completely gone. In the end, women and men will just be living people in my eyes, with no difference between them."

"Right now, what affects me the most isn't my emotions, but my memories. If my memories start to fade, I don't even know what kind of person I'll become."

"Then why don't you try to win back your feelings?" Zhang Liqin asked.

Yang Jian said, "The speed at which we're finding things can't keep up with the speed at which we're losing them. To put it bluntly, I don't even know if I'll be able to cry now."

"Even if there are no feelings left, there are still sensations." Zhang Liqin smiled, pursed her lips, and reached out to turn off the lights in the room.