In the room.

Galan glanced at An Qingyu and Chen Gou who were still chatting outside, then gently closed the door. A white figure floated out from the ground and hovered beside her.

"Sister Jia Lan." Jiang Er's voice came from Jia Lan's earphones, "I just walked around here. There are no electronic devices in this village except for a few broken radios. There is not even a mobile phone."

Considering that Jiang Er's ghost state was too scary, and that he did not look like a normal person when carrying a coffin and knocking on villagers' doors in the middle of the night, An Qingyu hid Jiang Er's coffin in a cave outside the village in advance, and borrowed a caregiver from Lin Qiye to protect the coffin to prevent Jiang Er from having any accidents.

With Jiang Er's current coverage of the [Spiritual Field], even if the coffin is in the cave, she can move freely in the fishing village in the form of a magnetic field.

"This place does seem a bit outdated." Galan's eyes swept across the dilapidated house and finally stopped on a wall with peeling paint.

On the gray-brown wall, there are several old-fashioned photo frames, inside which are yellowed old photos. The background is the coastline of this fishing village. On a small and broken boat, a middle-aged man and a boy of seven or eight years old are holding several big fish in their hands and smiling happily.

The middle-aged man in the photo looks exactly like the fisherman named Chen Gou outside when he was young.

"He doesn't look very old in the photo?" Jiang Er thought thoughtfully, "His son should be in his twenties now?"

"almost."

Galan shifted his gaze away from the photo and began to look at other details of the house.

Jiang Er was struggling while helping, and finally spoke out of curiosity: "Sister Jia Lan..."

"Um?"

"I heard that you and Nanaya shook the bed down last night?"

“Cough, cough, cough…”

Hearing this, Jialan almost choked and started coughing violently.

"No...it's not what you think." Jia Lan's cheeks flushed, and he spoke incoherently, "We did collapse the bed, but...but we didn't do anything!"

Jiang Er glanced at Jia Lan's legs subtly, "Yeah, I can see that."

Galan's face turned even redder.

Jiang Er looked at Jia Lan's expression, and the corners of her mouth slightly raised. After hesitating for a moment, she tentatively asked, "But Sister Jia Lan...is this not a good idea?"

"Um?"

"What I mean is... Shenxu is Shenxu after all. Even if [pseudo-love] can make others fall madly in love, this kind of love is fake after all." Jiang Er said seriously, "Even if you pierce Qiye with the arrow of the god of love, his love will fade away one day. This kind of forced love... is not advisable."

Jia Lan looked at Jiang Er's extremely serious expression, blinked, and a smile appeared in his eyes as pure as black gemstones.

She walked gently to Jiang Er's side, lowered her voice, and said mysteriously:

"actually……"

After Galan whispered for a while, Jiang Er's mouth opened uncontrollably, and he looked at her with surprise in his eyes.

"So you actually..."

"Shh!" Jia Lan made a gesture to silence her and said with a smile, "Don't tell anyone about this, okay? His stupid brain is finally starting to work, but it won't work if you tell anyone!"

Jiang Er nodded heavily, "Don't worry, Sister Jia Lan!"

Jia Lan nodded in satisfaction and was about to open the door and walk out, but suddenly his peripheral vision caught sight of something and he stopped.

She narrowed her eyes slightly and stared at the old photo on the edge of the wall. She saw two names written crookedly at the two corners of the photo of father and son, with pinyin in them. It should have been written by a child who had just started learning to write.

On the side of the middle-aged man on the left, it says "陈gou (third tone)".

On the right side of the laughing child, there are two words written in the same crooked handwriting:

——Chen Lu.

…

Night Watch Headquarters.

Interrogation room.

In the dark and damp small room, an old man with silver hair was imprisoned in the center, with his eyes closed and his expression solemn and peaceful. In front of him, a man with a hideous face stood there, emitting a cold light.

"Chen Lu, I advise you not to be ungrateful!" The man said coldly, "I respect you for being a hero of the Night Watch. I gave you enough face. Don't force me!"

Old Chen opened his eyes slightly, stared at the man in front of him for a moment, and smiled gently.

"Your name is Tan Maoxun, right? I remember you. When I was the chief instructor at the training camp, your grades were very good. It was my advice that led you to this path..."

Tan Maoxun's eyes trembled, and a ferocious expression froze on his face. He opened his mouth as if he wanted to say something harsh, but he couldn't find that feeling.

"Kid... don't be nervous, and don't feel offended. This is a good opportunity for me to see how much you have grown over the years." Elder Chen said gently, "Come on, use your most confident method to see if you can pry open my mouth and get what you want."

Tan Maoxun gritted his teeth and after struggling for a moment, the dim light around him burst out again.

"Okay, then I'll show you..."

He suddenly stretched out his hand and pressed it on Old Chen's chest. A faint light rushed into Old Chen's body like a thorn, and a hint of madness appeared in his eyes.

Old Chen's body had been completely submerged in the phantom light. His body shook, and those phantom light thorns were stinging every inch of his skin at an alarming frequency. The severe pain made his brows wrinkle slightly, and his expression was a little painful... but that was all.

"Tell me! Where is the [Masked] team! What exactly do you want to do?!" Tan Maoxun growled.

Under the torture of severe pain, Chen Lao's old face trembled slightly, a smile appeared on his face, and he said slowly:

"Not bad, you have improved a lot compared to the past... You are worthy of being my student."

Tan Maoxun's pupils suddenly contracted.

His chest was heaving violently, a cruel look appeared in his eyes, and the dim light around him continued to flow into Old Chen's body.

And Old Chen still smiled in the dim light, his eyes full of approval, but he had no intention of saying anything more.

“That’s enough!”

Zuo Qing's voice came from outside the interrogation room. The dim light around Tan Maoxun paused and retreated back into his body like a tide. He took two steps to the side and bowed slightly to Zuo Qing respectfully.

"Commander Zuo..."

Zuo Qing walked in from outside, frowned as he looked at the smiling silver-haired old man, and clenched his fists uncontrollably.

"Why don't you continue?" Old Chen said slowly, "If you can't figure this out, how about you find someone else?"

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