The junior police officer sipped his tea, looking puzzled, "Boss, did I go out today?"
The superior had a strange expression, shaking his head, "No."
The junior police officer looked down at his shoes, "Why are my white sneakers dirty?"
The superior glanced down, "Maybe someone accidentally stepped on them."
He wouldn’t tell the junior police officer that his memory had been erased through hypnosis by that old white-haired fellow.
Chen Zi sat dazed in the ancient castle, looking up at the enormous crystal chandelier, everything... unbelievable!
Little Taotie hugged a pile of treats from colleagues, happily running over to Chen Zi, with a bright smile, "Brother Chen Zi, want some?"
Chen Zi saw the little girl’s innocent smile and remained in a daze.
Who would tell him, he was actually dreaming!
Little Taotie could punch through a security door! Little Taotie could see ghosts! Little Taotie was a member of the Special Department!
This was too fantastical!
The little girl in front of him, tender and innocent, cute and lovely, wasn’t she six years old? Wasn’t she a Little Star? Wasn’t she a primary school student?
Goodness! How many identities does a six-year-old girl have?
Chen Zi rubbed his temples, sighing lightly, "I don’t want any, give me some time to digest the information in my head."
Little Taotie blinked, wanting to say something, but was led away by Mo Haihao.
Mo Haihao said helplessly, "Ordinary people need some time to digest all this."
Little Taotie ate a chip, puzzled, "But it’s already been a long time."
She looked at the clock, "It’s already been two hours."
Mo Haihao’s mouth twitched, "Maybe his tolerance is too low."
The little one sighed, "Alright then, give him a little more time."
As night fell, Cheng Guodong came to the ancient castle, only to find the little girl already asleep in Yuanyuan’s arms, clutching a soft plush toy, having drifted into a dream.
On the other side, Chen Zi remained sitting stiffly, still questioning life.
Cheng Guodong rubbed his forehead, "How did he get involved?"
Mo Haihao shrugged, "An accident."
Cheng Guodong lowered his voice, "The hypnosis didn’t work?"
Mo Haihao nodded, "I told you on the phone, this friend’s willpower is very strong, hypnosis didn’t work, he still remembers."
Cheng Guodong sighed, "How to handle this?"
Mo Haihao helplessly said, "Hope he cooperates and keeps it a secret."
Cheng Guodong walked over to Chen Zi, giving him a hard pat, startling Chen Zi into a scream.
Cheng Guodong stepped back, covering his ears, "You... didn’t need to shout that loud!"
Chen Zi regained his composure, glaring at him fiercely, "You nearly scared me to death! Damn it, I just found out there are ghosts in the world, and you come and scare me, how could I not scream?"
"Sorry." Cheng Guodong sighed.
Chen Zi calmed down, wiping off his cold sweat, "Boss, I was really scared."
Cheng Guodong nodded, "I can understand."
Chen Zi regained a bit, asking, "Is the director okay?"
Cheng Guodong had visited the hospital and shook his head, "It’s hard to say, if he wakes up in the next couple of days, it will be fine, if not... he might become a vegetative person."
Chen Zi’s expression was serious, "Who was it? That’s too cruel, what was the motive for killing the director?"
Cheng Guodong shook his head, "I don’t know."
Chen Zi said gravely, "Is it that you don’t know, or you don’t dare think deeper? It’s all too coincidental, a Black Man’s post just appears, and the director has an accident. Keyboard warriors online don’t think before they speak, they might suspect you, and tomorrow’s headlines might be ’Chairman Cheng hires a killer’!"