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Lying, or lying to the police; if it weren't for these troublesome matters, I would never have dared to do this in my entire life.
I gritted my teeth and thought of the uncertain situation regarding Xu Ziheng.
"We got separated at the intersection on Jing'an Road. He is about twenty-five years old, male, wearing a white casual outfit, a hoodie, with brown curly hair, big eyes, and a high nose..."
I was trying hard to recall Xu Ziheng's features from memory.
But the officer across from me suddenly paused in his note-taking and interrupted me.
"Please wait a moment, sir. Is the brother you mentioned missing an adult?"
I was taken aback for a moment and nodded, "Yes."
"The time since he went missing is less than 24 hours?"
"Yes."
"Does he have any intellectual disabilities? Is he unable to take care of himself?"
I instinctively hesitated and didn't dare to answer.
After all, the implication behind that question was already quite clear.
It was unreasonable for an adult capable of self-care to go missing for less than 24 hours and then report it to the police station.
I nervously turned my head away, avoiding the officer's scrutinizing gaze.
But a police officer is still a police officer.
Even if I choose to remain silent, he can still find the answers in my silence.
The person across from me frowned slightly and finally set down his pen and paper. "Sir, please don't make jokes like this at the police station; it's illegal."
"No, please don't misunderstand. I'm really not here to cause trouble," I quickly apologized. "It's just that... the situation at that time was very special, and I was genuinely afraid something might happen to him."
"What special situation? It's the middle of the night; are you saying it could be haunted?"
The officer picked up his bowl of instant noodles again, continuing the meal I had interrupted.
But I was startled by that casual guess, causing my heart to tremble.
"Well..."
I fell into deep thought about how to explain myself without lying or being seen as insane.
The police officer stared at me without blinking, his face clearly showing, "No need to explain; I've already thought you were a bit off."
I felt conflicted, embarrassed, and troubled, unable to just get up and run away.
Fortunately, someone pushed the door open, breaking the tense atmosphere in the room.
The piercing gaze shifted away, and the sharp pressure surrounding me finally dissipated.
I turned my head back.
Xu Ziheng stood at the door, holding a wooden sword, half of his body leaning into the room. Without catching his breath, he asked me, " brother Xiao Zhuang, are you okay?"
"I should be fine."
It's just that the police officer misunderstood the situation, and now I don't know how to get out of it.
The officer, in his middle age and experienced, immediately recognized Xu Ziheng based on the description I had given earlier.
He looked at me inquisitively and asked, "Is this the brother you said went missing?"
I leaned back against the chair.
"Please explain what happened."
His tone was serious; he clearly found the situation strange and wanted to clarify.
I gritted my teeth, ready to take all the blame, saying it was just a prank and then sincerely apologizing. At most, I would just receive a warning.
But someone behind me spoke up first, "Sorry, it's not convenient to explain."
I was startled by Xu Ziheng's bold move. But since the words were already out, it was useless to rush over and cover his mouth.
The officer's expression changed; there was surprise as well as anger.
"Officer, please don't be angry. He was just speaking casually," I quickly apologized to make amends.
Little did I know that Xu Ziheng was completely ungrateful and walked straight in.
He stood between me and the police officer.
Even after leaving the police station and standing next to the streetlight under the tree, I still felt like I was dreaming.
I couldn't understand why Xu Ziheng took out a card, showed it to the officer, and then the officer didn’t ask anything further and just let us go.
I was puzzled and asked him what he had shown the police.
"You mean this?" He smiled mysteriously and took out the item again.
It was a blue-framed, white-bordered plastic-sealed Work ID.
It read: Special Management Department, Xu Ziheng.
The badge didn’t specify a particular workplace, but the clear police emblem in the upper left corner was quite prominent.
I was taken aback. "You’re a police officer?"
"Not at all," Xu Ziheng shook his head and put away the Work ID. "I’m more like a consultant. When cases involve Evil Spirits, I provide reference and investigative advice to the police. They have their own personnel who have undergone systematic criminal investigation training; they are more professional."
Due to confidentiality agreements, Xu Ziheng couldn’t disclose too much.
But I vaguely realized that this world might be different from what I had previously imagined.
Seeing the wooden sword in Xu Ziheng's hand reminded me to ask, "By the way, how did you manage to get away? Were you hurt?"
Xu Ziheng shook his head.
"No, you just left, and that group of Grievance followed right after you. They had no intention of engaging with me at all. A formless Grievance, without an Evil Spirit to anchor it, still has a clear target. Clearly, there is someone more powerful manipulating it from behind," Xu Ziheng concluded with a serious expression. "They are after you."
"Me?"
I furrowed my brows tightly.
But why?
I am just an ordinary person, with no money or power, a life that could be easily discarded. I have no distinguishing features except for my bad luck with ghosts. What could possibly make someone go to such lengths to harm me?
As I was lost in thought, a soft female voice suddenly rang out behind me.
"No, their target isn't you; it's me."
Who is it? Who is speaking?
The voice was gentle but carried a hollow chill.
But there was no one else around here.
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