Chapter 144 has changed.

Whether it will be helpful is still unknown, and it's a case of "distant water cannot quench immediate thirst."

Director Qin pondered Lin Yan'an's words, his sharp gaze lingering on Lin's handsome face before turning to look at one of the young men carrying a box.

The young man nodded, his hands moving swiftly across the box that had been opened sometime earlier. Beside him, another person with a probe quickly walked to the coffee table and began scanning the drawing paper and brush on it.

The probe swept smoothly across the brush, and just as it moved across the drawing paper, a "beep beep beep" sound came from the box.

The voice was faint, yet it was remarkably clear in the quiet room.

The person holding the probe paused for a moment, then continued scanning steadily.

The young man operating the box reported calmly and steadily, "The energy magnetic field reading is abnormal."

“There is indeed an unknown, extremely weak non-electromagnetic energy on the drawing paper. It is somewhat similar to the special mental residue in the previous files, but it seems to be… a bit more obvious, and the energy is currently in a state of decay.”

Another man, holding a high-sensitivity environmental monitoring device, reported while looking at the data: "Currently, the room temperature is about 1.5 degrees Celsius below the average environmental temperature, the humidity is slightly abnormal, and there is an unexplained energy deficit effect."

As he spoke, he glanced at Du Qian on the drawing paper and continued in a deep voice, "When Mr. Du appeared just now, the temperature difference was between 6 and 10 degrees Celsius. When Mr. Du was giving his testimony, the temperature difference even reached 12 degrees Celsius."

"Moreover, Mr. Du's energy field seems to be exchanging energy with the surrounding environment at an extremely slow pace. Currently, his expenditure exceeds his income, which is causing his energy field to weaken continuously."

The confirmation by scientific instruments instantly turned serious on Director Qin and the two professors.

Ghosts, obsessions... these mysterious and elusive things actually exist.

Director Qin turned to look at Lin Yan'an, a hint of inquiry flashing in his deep eyes: "Mr. Lin."

"We need to verify the food and the grocery store you just mentioned,"

"This is not because I don't trust you, but rather..."

Before he could finish speaking, Lin Yan'an instantly understood.

Lin Yan'an met his gaze and nodded slightly: "I can prepare food anytime, but as for the shop, that's my wife's shop, so I need her permission first."

Director Qin looked at him thoughtfully and nodded: "No problem, we'll talk about it when Madam Lin wakes up."

"Um."

Lin Yan'an said as he walked towards the kitchen, "You guys go ahead and get busy, I'll go prepare some food."

As everyone watched his calm retreating figure, Director Qin subtly twitched his finger, signaling something.

Upon seeing his instructions, the young man carrying the high-sensitivity environmental device and the only young woman nodded slightly and followed him.

Lin Yan'an keenly heard the movement behind him, his eyes flickered slightly, and then he lowered his gaze and continued walking forward.

He went into the kitchen, looked at the things inside, picked up an apron and put it on.

Besides leftovers, all that's left in the refrigerator are eggs and tomatoes.

He reached out and picked it up, preparing it in an orderly manner. He didn't make any delicacies, just a simple bowl of noodles.

A late-night snack was quickly cooked.

Lin Yan'an reached out and lifted the pot lid, ladling out the noodles in one swift motion.

The young man holding the instrument suddenly widened his eyes. The data, which had been normal before, changed after he prepared it.

"Any changes?"

His voice sounded somewhat surprised, and a few cracks appeared on his usually expressionless face.

Lin Yan'an ignored his unusual behavior, calmly carried the noodles to the coffee table, and bent down to place them next to the drawing paper.

"Mr. Du, would you please give it a try?"

Upon hearing this, Du Qian in the painting slowly opened his eyes, his half-body, barely visible, floating on the paper.

However, compared to before, its form is more transparent and blurry.

His gaze fell upon the steaming, brightly colored food before him. Looking at what he considered a lavish dinner, a complex emotion flickered in his eyes.

Du Qian couldn't help but turn to look at Lin Yan'an and nod slightly. The blurry figure bowed solemnly to him: "Thank you, young friend."

In a year of famine, for an unknown minor official like him, being able to get any food at all was a blessing.

The things before him—whether they were the white noodles, the round eggs, the emerald green vegetables, or the unidentified red object—were all things he dared not even dream of.

Du Qian lowered his eyes, took a deep breath, and tried to swallow that regret.

Unexpectedly, the energy in the bowl seemed to be instantly drawn away by an invisible force, gathering in his body in wisps and strands.

Feeling the warmth in his abdomen, Du Qian quickly opened his eyes in surprise.

He raised his hand to his abdomen, feeling the warmth inside and that long-lost feeling of fullness.

My eyes instantly welled up with moisture, and tears streamed down my face.

He seemed to taste that familiar flavor—the flavor of the steamed bun his daughter had secretly slipped into his mouth on the eve of her death.

The food in front of me looks fresh and delicious, but that steamed bun is dry and hard...

"Energy decay is slowed down, resulting in a 0.1 improvement in the environment."

The young man holding the instrument quickly reported the test results.

The instrument is working properly; the data doesn't lie.

A look of shock flashed across the eyes of everyone present.

"Mr. Du!"

Teacher Sun couldn't help but step forward, looking at Du Qian with burning and eager eyes.

He had so many questions and curiosities, and couldn't wait to have an in-depth conversation with Mr. Du.

Unexpectedly, when Du Qian lowered his hand and looked up again, the complex mix of sorrow and warmth in his eyes was gone. The ghost appeared very calm, yet he showed no desire to communicate.

Du Qian looked at everyone present, nodded slightly to Professor Sun who had just spoken, and said apologetically, "Sorry, I'm a little tired."

I want to rest first.

The moment he finished speaking, his figure was enveloped in black mist and vanished.

The person on the drawing slowly closed their eyes, but a tear stain appeared at the corner of their eye.

A hint of surprise and doubt flashed in Lin Yan'an's eyes upon seeing this.

He glanced at the drawing paper in front of him, then at the noodles beside him that had long since gone cold.

Thinking about Du Qian's change in expression just now,

It seems to have happened after that energy entered his body?

Lin Yan'an thought about it uncertainly, then looked up at everyone present.

Looking at the somewhat listless Grandpa Zhou and Uncle Zhao, as well as Cheng Yanzhou who was quietly yawning, and... the very energetic Pei Xingyao,

"It's getting late. Mr. Du has already rested, and we need to rest too."

As he spoke, he looked at Director Qin and said, "Director Qin, what do you think? How about we continue tomorrow?"

"Should we prepare rooms for you?"

The question seemed polite, but it also seemed to leave them with no options.