Horror stories unique to Jiangchuan
After dinner, Jiang Chuan didn't follow his usual schedule. Instead, he sat on the sofa, as if waiting for something.
The count watched with curiosity.
That was something he had been looking forward to for a long time, which is why he canceled all his plans and quietly sat on the single sofa, wasting his time.
Until a phone call came in.
He clicked on the AI-powered automatic call.
AI-powered automated calls are a godsend for those with social anxiety. Although, after some effort, Jiang Chuan can now generally have normal one-on-one conversations.
But most of the time, especially at home, he prefers to avoid social interaction and stay in his comfort zone.
The Earl lay to one side staring at his phone screen, mainly because it was the first time he had seen Jiang Chuan fail to do something on time.
Similarly, it was the first time He had ever known that Jiang Chuan's phone had a calling function; He had never seen the other party's phone ring before.
Did someone call you?
"My package has arrived." Although he said the package had arrived, Jiang Chuan got up and went to the bedroom to change his clothes before coming out.
That outfit was different from what he usually wore, and it wasn't loungewear either.
It looks like something an athlete would wear... but it's a much cooler outfit than what athletes wear.
Jiang Chuan has always maintained a good habit of managing his physique. Coupled with his height of 186cm, his body proportions are also incredibly good, with broad shoulders and a narrow waist, but he doesn't look weak at all; you can see the strength in his waist.
She's a true walking clothes hanger.
The clothes were predominantly white with black as a secondary color.
His shoulders, arms, and back were all black, which made his limbs appear lean and muscular.
Interspersed with some highly saturated reds.
It just right alleviated the monotony that black and white might bring.
What kind of clothes are these?
Jiang Chuan changed his shoes in the entryway. He didn't wear his usual shoes, but a pair that the Earl had never seen before. After putting them on, it felt like Jiang Chuan was probably close to 190 cm tall.
A helmet was placed next to the shoe-changing stool in the entryway; the helmet was the same color as the clothes.
The answer seems obvious.
The count was curious and wanted to follow, after all, curiosity killed the cat, how could he possibly control himself?
Jiang Chuan paused when he opened the door, seemingly hesitant about whether to bring the Earl along: "I don't think you're suitable to come along?"
"Why? What are you going to do?"
The count pretended to be stupid.
When He actually followed Jiang Chuan down to the garage, he was truly dumbfounded.
It was a motorcycle, in the same color scheme of black, white and red, with a high metallic refractive index, which made it very eye-catching even under the harsh lighting of the garage.
While stylish and eye-catching, it only allows one person to sit down at a time.
There really is no place for the cat.
The count scoffed and muttered, "What kind of car is this? It's not humane at all." Even though he was complaining, he still insisted on getting in the car.
Jiang Chuan was somewhat helpless. He nimbly climbed into the car, but seemed a little lost when it came to settling the Earl.
The count, unaware of the motorcycle's speed, confidently declared, "Don't worry about me, I can sit comfortably by myself. Hurry up, let's go for a ride!"
Going out at this time means appreciating human nightlife.
This is completely different from the last time, when they went to see the sunrise at midnight. Most magical creatures are nocturnal and prefer places with lots of people.
Jiang Chuan had no choice but to agree. He leaned forward slightly, lifted his foot, and then accelerated, speeding out of the garage.
We sped into the no-man's-land...
The count was startled by the sound of the motorcycle starting up, and then the wind was howling, blowing continuously, and becoming more and more intense as Jiang Chuan accelerated.
The count had the illusion that his own mind was being blown into a mess.
He didn't even think about using a magical barrier to separate them for a moment; it was all the fur that was taking the damage.
Jiangchuan was well-equipped and therefore unaffected by the wind.
His eyes, hidden behind his goggles, narrowed slightly. In reality, this place, which was now pitch black and where the world could only be vaguely seen by moonlight, appeared to him as bright as day.
The vast, boundless view, coupled with the whistling wind, creates a pleasant feeling and gives one the illusion of physical freedom.
High-speed teleportation is also one of the uses of some of Jiang Chuan's newly developed magical abilities.
Outside of missions, Jiang Chuan never abuses his magical abilities; he only indulges in them for his own amusement without interfering with the normal functioning of the world or others.
Twist the throttle again, and the speed reaches a new high.
In the wind—not necessarily in the wind, but the youth should be at the forefront of the wind's direction, like a black arrow, silently cutting through the wind in the night.
Scene transition.
We arrived at a mountain road in an unknown mountain area. The road was well-maintained, and we didn't see many people at night.
Climbing to a high place and gazing into the distance is a refined pursuit.
Jiang Chuan was having a great time playing in the wind, while the Earl was blown all over the place.
In his dazed state, he didn't think to put up a barrier for himself. Instead, he was relieved that Jiang Chuan hadn't yet discovered his own ability had evolved.
Previously, Jiang Chuan could only teleport by himself.
Later... wait!
So, the reason Jiang Chuan was wandering around these past two days was because he was testing the weight that teleportation could carry?
Now it's possible to teleport with an object as heavy as a motorcycle while moving at high speed? The count pinched his claws, calculating with each claw.
He came to Jiangchuan in early March, and it's only early May now.
In just two months.
Is their growth potential really that terrifying? Why didn't I notice it before, but it suddenly took off like a leap forward in May?
The count's head was a little itchy.
I feel like I'm starting to get a brain.
When the scene shifted again during the high-speed travel, it was on a coastal highway. Jiang Chuan finally slowed down. He seemed to have a particular fondness for the seaside, and nine times out of ten, his trips ended at the seaside.
Jiang Chuan was about to ask the Earl how he felt.
As a result, a group of fellow motorcycle riders suddenly drove up from the opposite corner—calling them fellow riders isn't quite accurate, they were just all riding motorcycles.
Jiang Chuan seemed rather lonely on his side.
The person coming from the opposite direction slowed down and waved to him enthusiastically.
Jiangchuan:!
This was unexpected, so he was startled, and with a sudden burst of strength, he sped away.
The person on the other end hadn't even reacted yet; their gaze followed the object subconsciously for a moment, and then they couldn't catch it anymore.
"What a strange person...?"
"Yeah, did you see that? He was holding a cat in his arms, taking the cat out for a drive, that's pretty unique."
Jiang Chuan couldn't hear the conversation between the two passersby through their Bluetooth earpieces. In his excitement, he accidentally teleported to the Gobi Desert.
I don't know where this desert is.
The car wouldn't move, thankfully I stopped it in time and didn't fall down the slope. Otherwise, I would have had to take it in for repairs after just one ride.
When he was completely relaxed and felt safe in his own world, a stranger suddenly appeared and tried to talk to him—this is a horror story belonging to Jiang Chuan.
He got off the bike, set up the frame, and leaned against the station with a somewhat helpless expression; sitting down was out of the question.
The count swayed precariously as he propped himself up on the carriage seat.
It wasn't that the ride made him so unsteady he could barely stand; rather, he was just as slightly frightened as Jiang Chuan.
Jiang Chuan was frightened by his own kind.
The Earl was simply startled by Jiang Chuan. The instant was too fast; Jiang Chuan, being a human with dulled senses, couldn't perceive it, but he clearly sensed it.
He probably jumped to seven or eight places in a second before finally stopping here—the Earl was carsick.
Jiang Chuan then noticed that the coal ball he had been holding in his arms was completely distorted beyond recognition. His once pleasing appearance was now...
It turned into a sea urchin.
Jiang Chuan forced himself to turn his head away, not wanting to laugh in front of the sea urchin.
The count knew without a doubt that his image was not good, and he even refused to sit next to Jiang Chuan in the carriage.
Jiang Chuan offered a dry, comforting remark: "You're quite good this way; you're humorous and down-to-earth."
This fits the cat's character design even better.
The count put on a sullen, cat-like face: "I hope your humor can have a little humanity, thank you."
The person and the cat fell silent.
Derailed from the plan and unexpectedly ending up in the Gobi Desert, Jiang Chuan was quite adaptable, unlike in his daily life when he couldn't bear the thought of plans slipping out of his control.
He was even in a good mood, looking up at the half-moon hidden in the clouds.
With no other distractions, the moon's beauty appears exceptionally magnificent.
I think I've looked at the moon like this before, but I didn't have the same mindset then. I was more inclined to prefer sixpence.
He closed his eyes, then opened them again a moment later.
"Speaking of which, in your magic faction, isn't there a magical creature called the Little Prince?" Jiang Chuan asked abruptly.
The count, still trying to appease her, retorted irritably, "Why are you asking this?"
"Human literature has created such a character, who represents a special spiritual sustenance in literature. So I want to ask, is He still alive?"
Is he still alive?
The count said suspiciously, "Of course it's alive. Magical creatures have long lifespans, and what you're talking about is a spiritual anchor, a symbolic product. Maybe this one's lifespan is even longer than mine."
Jiang Chuan received a satisfactory answer.
He glanced at the moon again, then at the time. It was about time to go back and finish some tasks that he had slightly delayed earlier that day: "Let's go back."
"Why don't we rest a little longer?" the count said in despair.
"There are snakes here, we should go," Jiang Chuan said, already getting into the car.
The count looked around. Where were the snakes? And they were just ordinary snakes. What was there to hide from? Come out and fight!
He wanted to vent his inner dissatisfaction!
In the cozy little detention center, it was late at night, but Boss Wei was still up and didn't sleep.
It's only a little past ten o'clock. Well, these days, which modern person doesn't stay up late for a while?
But the premise of staying up late is that you have to have some entertainment activities, right?
Unfortunately, Boss Wei had nothing, and he was so bored that he could only grin at the reflection in the railing.
On one hand, he was looking forward to the arrival of the murderer, and then he would immediately scream and shout to bring the murderer to justice; on the other hand, he was also worried that he would get a good beating if he didn't have time to scream, which would be too much of a loss.
Why haven't you shown up yet, it's so late?
Could it be that he finally realized that he's not as easily offended as he was in front of the police station now?
Hmph, what a coward.
Boss Wei felt very proud of his mental victory over a mere psychopath who only knew how to use violence. However, his body betrayed him by getting close to his roommate.
Roommate: ...? What is that? He turned his head and saw a grown man.
Why are you standing so close?
Two grown men, all sticky and messy, not proper at all.
Just as he was about to reach out and push Boss Wei away, a sudden thought struck him: Could this be some kind of "soap-making prank"? This isn't a prison, there's no need to be so outrageous.
So, her roommate, reacting decisively to her imagined stress, kicked Boss Wei away, all the while cursing, "Are you crazy to be standing so close?"
Before he could even receive his own righteous punishment, Boss Wei was kicked: ...?
Are you crazy?
Why did you suddenly start hitting someone?
Why is he surrounded by so many lunatics lately?!
Thank you all for your support (gritting my teeth)
Yesterday, when I updated the chapter, the comments were full of "nutrient solution" messages. Looking at them again, wow, I'm going to be in debt again.
I forgot the format of the "Black-hearted Boss Guide," I need to go back and look it up.
The art style of President Jiang's cycling outfit is probably similar to the black, white, and red feel of Ball 2.
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