Chapter 246 Let's go, it's time to rest.

As the group entered the house, the warmth that greeted them instantly made them relax a little.

He Qilan greeted them warmly, while Zhong Yuansheng was directed by her to go to the kitchen to serve food.

Lin Yan'an quickly followed, and Chen Mo and the others wanted to get up as well, but He Qilan stopped them: "You guys warm up first, I'll go, there's not much stuff."

Upon hearing this, Zhong Wan quickly nodded in agreement, saying, "Yes, please sit down for a while and don't be shy."

After she finished speaking, she looked at He Qilan and said, "Mom, I'll go help. You take care of them."

"Okay,"

He Qilan quickly agreed.

Chen Mo and the others were a little embarrassed at first, but they quickly adapted to He Qilan's warm and simple hospitality.

He Qilan and Zhong Yuansheng also learned the details of the matter during the conversation.

Once everyone sat down at the table, a few bowls of hot soup instantly dispelled the chill from their bodies and eased the heavy feeling they had just experienced when they saw the soul in the snow.

Zhong Wan, however, had little appetite and ate very little.

Seeing this, Lin Yan'an comforted her in a low voice, "Wanwan, don't think too much. Get some rest today and recharge so we can help Uncle Fu more quickly and efficiently tomorrow."

"Um."

Zhong Wan sensed the concern in his words, especially when she looked up and saw the worried look in her parents' eyes, so she agreed in a low voice without hesitation.

Although she had a poor appetite, she still tried to eat more.

Everyone present could see what was on her mind, and it was also true that it was the first time Xiao Zhao and Brother Wang had encountered these things.

After the meal, Chen Mo and the others diligently helped clear the dishes, and then decisively took their leave.

He firmly refused He Qilan and Zhong Yuansheng's warm invitation to stay, and took Xiao Zhao and Brother Wang to the hotel room that had been booked in advance.

It was almost midnight. After washing up, the three of them lay down on their beds.

Looking at the bright lights in front of him, Xiao Zhao let out a heavy sigh.

"Wow, Comrade Zhong Wan is amazing! She can actually see ghosts."

Xiao Zhao's voice was filled with excitement. He turned his head to look at Chen Mo on the other bed and asked with great interest, "Hey, Brother Chen, you've been with Comrade Zhong Wan the longest, so have you seen a lot of ghosts with him?"

Chen Mo lay quietly on the bed with his eyes closed, and said emotionlessly, "It's getting late, go to sleep early."

Seeing his boring reaction, Xiao Zhao rolled her eyes speechlessly, pulled the blanket over her head, and muttered, "You're so boring, what's wrong with chatting for a bit?"

Chen Mo snorted coldly: "What you should know, I will tell you. Don't ask questions about what you shouldn't know."

After saying that, he turned to look at Xiao Zhao: "If you ask any more questions, your captain will have to call you back to training."

Xiao Zhao: "..."

For a moment, his hand holding the blanket froze, then instantly went limp.

What training? He should be being disciplined!

Xiao Zhao pouted and said, "I know, thanks for reminding me, Brother Chen."

Well, the slightly drawn-out tone inevitably carried a hint of sarcasm, but Chen Mo didn't care.

"Um."

He hummed in response, then closed his eyes again.

But in his mind, he was trying to recall the fragments of memories he had just seen in the snow.

The memories he saw were very blurry; he couldn't see the faces of the people in Uncle Fu's memories, but he could clearly see the stories that happened to Uncle Fu.

For a moment, I felt quite sad.

He saw the skinny boy staring longingly at the dirt road, looking pitiful as he waited for his parents to return.

I also saw that in the turbid and surging flood, the kind-looking man was holding the child he had rescued from the flood tightly in his arms, his face resolute.

I also saw him sharing a blanket with a dog on that snowy night; and I also saw him die saving a cat under the setting sun, yet still comforting the mentally challenged boy who caused the accident before he died.

"He's really so stupid," Chen Mo couldn't help but chuckle to himself, yet he also admired him greatly.

Such instinctive kindness and pure, innocent people are truly rare in today's world.

"I'm not...afraid..."

The image that finally lingered in my mind was Uncle Fu standing in the pool of blood, trying his best to mouth the words to the terrified boy, his face contorted with pain yet still managing a forced,憨笑 (a simple, honest smile).

His heart was immediately and severely stimulated.

Throughout his career, he had witnessed far too many death demons—cold, gruesome, resentful, and bitter…

He thought he had long since become numb, but he was still shocked when he saw Uncle Fu die.

In the final moments of Uncle Fu's life, instead of feeling angry, fearful, or resentful, he tried to comfort the "murderer" who had killed him.

In his view, this was simply illogical.

Uncle Fu is really... incredibly stupid.

But it was this very naiveté that gave him an indescribable shock.

It wasn't just him, but also Zhong Wan.

Despite possessing extraordinary abilities, her heart... is indeed a bit too soft.

For a moment, Chen Mo didn't know whether this situation was a blessing or a curse in his work.

But no matter what, protecting her was his mission.

But at this moment, Chen Mo seemed to have a new understanding of his mission.

What he wanted to protect was not just Zhong Wan as a person, but more importantly, the undiminished sincerity within her.

Just like... that fool.

Wow, there really are such silly people in this world.

Their logic was ridiculously simple, and their kindness was so pure that... he found it somewhat foolish.

"trouble."

Chen Mo couldn't help but curse under his breath, then turned over to suppress the jumbled thoughts in his mind.

"bite."

Suddenly, his phone rang.

Upon hearing the sound, Chen Mo immediately opened his eyes, reached out, picked it up, and took a look.

It's... Zhong Wan's message.

Chen Mo's phone twitched slightly, and he turned it on.

Several simple hand-drawn portraits immediately came into view, with each portrait corresponding to the person's identity.

Immediately following was a message from Zhong Wan: "Could you please help me find Xiaoying's contact information, Brother Chen?"

[Zhong Wan: Shi Xiaoming's parents are home. I'll go visit them tomorrow.]

[Zhong Wan: Could you please help me confirm the information about Uncle Fu's parents as well?]

"This is such a hassle."

Chen Mo muttered to himself, but showed no sign of it on his face. He picked up his phone and decisively replied, "Okay, no problem."

[Zhong Wan: Thank you.]

After replying to the message, Zhong Wan put away her phone.

Looking at the few people she had just drawn on the paper in front of her, she sighed softly: "I hope we'll hear news soon."

Yes, it will.

Lin Yan'an responded silently, then reached out to collect the things in front of her, extended her hand to Zhong Wan, and said softly to Zhong Wan, "Let's go, it's time to rest."

"good."

Looking at Lin Yan'an, who had always been silently by her side and supported her with his actions, Zhong Wan felt a surge of strength and courage.