Yu Xing did not refuse Martha's kindness and accepted it after thanking her.

However, York became more and more confused as he listened.

Evil thought talisman, sealing talisman, ghost expulsion talisman... What are these? Why hasn't he heard of them before?

His prop shop doesn't look like this, and they have never sold these talisman papers. They only have things like evil spirit expulsion talismans.

At this moment, Yu Xing, York, and Martha, who were trapped by the logic of the characters they were playing, did not realize that there were some fundamental differences between them.

Yu Xing went out, leaving behind the "siblings" who wanted to "sleep together," and knocked on Susan's door before entering her room.

Susan's room was very girly, with everything decorated like her music box, pink and tender, full of the atmosphere of a little girl.

"Brother Roy, thank you," Susan put the kitchen knife under her pillow and explained, "This way, I feel more at ease."

Yu Xing pretended not to see the gloom in Susan's eyes and, under her command, took out two thin quilts from the cabinet. One was spread on the floor, and the other was used as a cover.

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With the double barrier of the carpet and the thin quilt, Yu Xing didn't feel cold sleeping on the floor. After thinking for a moment, he secretly stuck the evil thought talisman on his chest before lying down.

He was afraid that the system would force him into a dream, and then he could only be awakened by an external force with supernatural power. The evil thought talisman came in handy.

If Martha hadn't given him these, he would have had other ways to control his sleep, but it wouldn't have been as convenient.

Susan's slender body slipped into the quilt, and she reached out to turn off the light, saying, "Goodnight."

Inside the quilt, she had no sleepiness and looked coldly at Yu Xing's back.

Roy was very handsome, she thought.

More beautiful than any painting in her house, any doll, and even her popular brother Eric at school, her mother, and herself. He looked like an angel sent from heaven.

Unfortunately, the angel knew too much.

She would represent the devil and give this angel an endless sweet dream.

It's better than being killed by her mother and sister, isn't it?

Yu Xing sensed a gaze pressing against his back. He wanted to stay alert, but his speculation about the system was correct.

A huge drowsiness struck, and Yu Xing resisted for only a little over a minute before being forcibly "put to sleep" and falling into a deep slumber.

...

While Yu Xing was deducing, time in the real world was passing by.

Although at different speeds.

Just like dreaming, while you walk through a desert in your dream, reality may have passed a night or only five minutes.

Mijin City, night.

The commercial street two blocks away from Ruibo University was crowded at this time, with many private cars parked on the side of the road.

A Lincoln was parked in a parking space at the street corner, blending in with the other cars and not attracting much attention under the cover of the night.

The car window isolated the noisy sounds from the street and also blocked the view of passersby.

"You've worked hard, Zhu Yan."

Han Jiang had a cigarette in his mouth but didn't light it. He turned his head to look at the young girl in the passenger seat. The notebook in his hand was open, densely filled with notes on this page.

Zhu Yan was dressed in all black, with her hair casually scattered. She yawned without any scruples in front of Han Jiang and said, "Captain Han, are these clues helpful to the case?"

"Yes, very helpful. I will give you credit for this." Han Jiang tapped the notebook with the pen in his hand, his eyes filled with admiration. "Are you really not considering becoming a consultant in our team? It's a bit of a waste to be just an informant."

Han Jiang had mentioned this to Zhu Yan before, and she had already refused once.

This time, she could only refuse again.

Because her investigative methods were not suitable to be exposed to the public, let alone the fact that she had Yu Xing behind her.

Zhu Yan smiled and said, "Forget it, being an informant to help you is enough. If I become a consultant, it will affect my daily life. Besides, I have quite a few hidden enemies. My identity is currently confidential. If my consultant identity is made public one day, won't I become a target for revenge?"

The title of the Grim Reaper is remembered by many criminals.

Han Jiang touched his stubble, feeling that it was a bit prickly.

He also had his own selfish motives. If Zhu Yan officially became a consultant for the police, it would definitely expose their source of information.

He knew that Zhu Yan had someone behind her.

In so many cases, Zhu Yan's sensitivity to the killers was even higher than his own. This was not an ability that a college student should have.

However, after all, the other party was well-intentioned, and he didn't have the interest to dig deep like reporting a case. He just looked forward to seeing the real side of Zhu Yan and dealing with the person behind Zhu Yan.

Since Zhu Yan didn't want to, he wouldn't insist. He could always ask again after some time.

"Alright, I respect your decision. Can I give you a ride home?" Zhu Yan had given him a lot of clues today, and now that they were done with the exchange, Han Jiang planned to give her a ride on the way.

This Lincoln was his private car.

Zhu Yan didn't live on campus. She lived in a residential area near the school. When she heard this, she nodded lazily and said, "Sure, thank you, Captain Han."

They didn't speak along the way and arrived at the entrance of the residential area, where they bid farewell.

Zhu Yan got out of the car, waved goodbye to Captain Han with a smile, and then turned and walked towards the entrance of the residential area.Han Jiang rolled down the car window, watching the girl's shadow stretch longer and longer under the streetlight. The quiet space was occasionally punctuated by the chirping of unknown insects.

Suddenly, a large ball of grass in the roadside greenery moved.

Han Jiang caught it in the corner of his eye, and alarm bells rang in his heart. The next instant, he saw a man's figure rush out from behind the grass ball, holding in his hand—

"Watch out!!" Han Jiang roared, simultaneously opening the car door and running towards Zhu Yan, "Get out of the way!!"

It was too close, the knife-wielding bastard was too close to Zhu Yan!

Zhu Yan turned her head in surprise at the shout.

Thud.

The sound of a blade entering flesh.

"Zhu Yan!!" Han Jiang's voice came from behind.

A wave of pain surged from her abdomen, Zhu Yan arched her back, quickly grabbing the knife-wielding hand, not allowing it to control the blade stirring in her flesh.

The surprise in her eyes hadn't faded, she looked up and saw a face as ghastly as a ghost.

It was a face full of wrinkles, the murky eyes gleaming with vengeful pleasure. Seeing his successful stab, the man laughed manically and venomously, "Hahaha, finally, I've got you, you're the one who sent my son to prison!"

Oh dear, they were just joking about being hunted for revenge in the car. Has it come true?

Zhu Yan felt the sensation of a knife piercing her flesh, a surge of anger rising in her heart.

She looked at the man's smiling mouth and suddenly laughed too.

Indeed... ignorance is bliss.

Have you ever seen a real ghost?

Suddenly, everything around them fell silent, even the insects stopped chirping.

The shadows of the trees stopped swaying, the wind ceased.

Blood-red light rose in her eyes, her black pupils churning with a crimson color, causing the man's laughter to abruptly stop as if his throat had been choked.

A terrifying aura flowed from Zhu Yan, drilling viciously into the man's brain. Her figure in the man's eyes gradually changed, layer by layer peeling away, like a demon from hell!

Overwhelmed by immense fear, the man screamed. He saw the demon before him open its huge mouth, ready to devour him!

The next moment, he was grabbed by the tall Han Jiang by the wrist, twisted harshly, loosened the knife handle, and was then kicked away.

"Zhu Yan, are you okay!" Han Jiang turned his head, somewhat panicked, gripping Zhu Yan's shoulder. He was in his forties, unmarried, and had always treated Zhu Yan like his own daughter. Yet, something had happened right under his nose!

In his eyes, Zhu Yan had been motionless since being stabbed, and if he wasn't mistaken, the knife should have entered her abdomen...

"I'm fine, it's okay." Zhu Yan covered her forearm, her face pale with fright, a few strands of hair wet with sweat sticking to her face.

She looked somewhat pained, "Hiss... it just hurts a bit, oh my, my hand isn't going to break, is it?"

"Huh?" Han Jiang looked down and saw the knife stuck in Zhu Yan's left forearm, and her abdomen... apart from a small cut in her clothes, there was no wound.

Did he see it wrong?

That's right, he was looking from behind, and given Zhu Yan's reflexes, it was very possible that she blocked the knife aimed at her abdomen with her forearm.

What a relief.

"Zhu Yan, don't move, I'll get someone to take you to the hospital right away." Although he felt something was off, Han Jiang didn't delve into it. After comforting her, he looked coldly at the terrified assailant lying on the ground.

He called his team to come and handle the situation, and also called a doctor. He didn't see Zhu Yan behind him, revealing a strange smile.

Even though she was in pain, her face pale, and somewhat disheveled, she was still as beautiful as a night-blooming cereus.

The cereus and the demon, like two parallel lines, one pure, one terrifying.

The man on the ground couldn't get up, his legs were weak, his whole body was weak. In his eyes, Zhu Yan was a ghost in human skin!

His knife clearly stabbed her in the stomach, how could it be in her forearm, this is the devil's ability, it's the devil...

Zhu Yan looked at the terrified assailant, her smile full of malice, she mouthed four words: You got lucky.

...

Yu Xing was sleeping deeply, but not peacefully.

He seemed to be dreaming, fragments of the dream came at him like waves, making him unable to breathe, then turned into sharp shards of glass, stabbing him all over, leaving him covered in wounds.

The dream was too absurd, too chaotic, he couldn't remember what he had dreamed about, only vaguely seeing himself holding a dead little girl. Under his efforts, the girl opened her lifeless eyes.

The girl was small in his arms, then a fire burned his vision, his chest was scorching hot, unbearably uncomfortable.

Wait, this fire seemed to be not from the dream...

At some point, Yu Xing woke up.

Underneath him was the feel of a thin quilt, the rustling sound by his ear, as if someone was right next to him, the fabric of their clothes rubbing against the carpet.

His mind was clear, the talisman on his chest was scorching hot, the one that woke him up.

In the silence, besides his own breathing, there was another breath right by his ear.

Yu Xing abruptly opened his eyes, only to see a kitchen knife hanging over his head, Susan was kneeling on the ground expressionless, her hands raised high—