Chapter 10 Qiao Yanyu started the motorcycle, and the previously dormant steel beast roared to life.
Qiao Yanyu started the motorcycle, and the previously dormant steel beast roared to life. Although He Zhao thought motorcycles were cool, he actually had some complaints about them. One of them was that the roar of motorcycles was too loud, and many male riders would deliberately show off by making the roar even louder.
Qiao Yanyu's motorcycle was fine. It was only loud when she first started it. After that, she twisted the throttle very smoothly, so the roaring sound was kept within a certain range. There was no occasional loud bang like it was going to explode on the street.
It felt really good to put her hand in Qiao Yanyu's pocket. Because of leaning forward, He Zhao leaned against Qiao Yanyu's back. Qiao Yanyu's back wasn't broad, and through the thick clothes, she couldn't feel Qiao Yanyu's body temperature, but He Zhao still felt a sense of security from Qiao Yanyu.
Although he was sitting on a motorcycle and the wind was strong outside, Qiao Yanyu drove smoothly and used her body to block the biting cold wind, so He Zhao was not blown by the wind at all.
To He Zhao's surprise, she actually felt sleepy on Qiao Yanyu's back, as if she could fall asleep by swaying back and forth.
He Zhao only regained some of his senses when they reached the traffic light.
There was no romantic atmosphere between her and Qiao Yanyu; she only felt that Qiao Yanyu was a really good person.
While waiting at the traffic light, Qiao Yanyu asked He Zhao a few questions, such as whether he was cold, whether the car was going too fast, or if he was feeling unwell. He Zhao answered Qiao Yanyu's questions truthfully, which reassured her somewhat. She also told He Zhao how long it would take to get to the station.
They left the rented house at around 1:50 p.m. Qiao Yanyu drove very steadily and at a low speed, so they didn't arrive at the Paranormal Countermeasures Bureau until after 2:50 p.m.
Upon arriving at the location, Qiao Yanyu parked the car and gestured for He Zhao to come first. He Zhao got out and first observed his surroundings. This paranormal investigation bureau didn't feel like an official agency; it was more like a small factory.
When I came in, I didn't see any signs at the entrance, and it felt like one of those small factories that were about to go out of business.
After surveying her surroundings, He Zhao turned her gaze to Qiao Yanyu. She turned off the engine, got off the motorcycle, reached for her helmet, and then took it off. Her short hair was particularly flattened by the helmet. Qiao Yanyu seemed to have anticipated this; she reached out and ran her black leather glove through her hair, making it a little more voluminous.
Faced with this scene, He Zhao could only secretly drool in his heart: Sister, kill me! Sister is so cool! Sister, sister!
Qiao Yanyu took another helmet from He Zhao and smiled at him: "Let's go, the director is already waiting for us."
She led He Zhao through the gate of the "small factory." Once inside, He Zhao felt it resembled a small factory even more, with even the reception area looking similar, though there wasn't even a person at the reception desk. Qiao Yanyu, familiar with the place, led the group photo inside, and soon they arrived at the "director's office."
Before seeing the man, He Zhao's impression of a "director of an official agency" was basically limited to two images. One was a middle-aged man with a big belly who looked kind and friendly but had thinning hair; the other was a middle-aged man who looked energetic, wore a Zhongshan suit, but was very serious.
But the bureau chief in front of me was a gentle, kind, and intellectually beautiful middle-aged woman.
This made He Zhao breathe a huge sigh of relief—great! No need to interact with men anymore, yay!
Because the other party was a woman, He Zhao subconsciously relaxed her guard a little. She and Qiao Yanyu sat down opposite the director, who spoke directly: "Yanyu has already told me about your matter. I apologize for being so presumptuous, but I took the liberty of having a colleague in the information processing department check your information."
"It's basically the same as what you said. You have identity information, but no past, so you're like a blank sheet of paper."
He Zhao sat upright and listened to the director speak for a long time before finally getting to the solution: "I'm sorry, we can't send you back to your original world. We've also heard from Yan Yu about your street vendor stall. If you were to run it alone, it might put you in danger. If you agree, we'll try not to interfere with you, but we will arrange for people to protect you. This isn't about monitoring you; it's about genuinely wanting to protect you."
He Zhao nodded. Even if the bureau chief didn't intend to do that, she would still request that the other party send someone to protect her. He Zhao was very self-aware; she was just an ordinary person, and if she didn't seek protection, and happened to encounter an rude customer who might overturn the table, she would have no chance of survival.
However, she also wanted to make a small request.
"I have no objection to these things; I know they're for my own good. But could I make a small request?"
The bureau chief replied, "Of course, please go ahead."
"I'd like to designate someone to protect me..." She glanced at Qiao Yanyu beside her, who probably guessed that He Zhao was asking for her opinion. She thought for a moment before nodding to He Zhao. He Zhao breathed a sigh of relief and continued, "I hope Sister Qiao can protect me."
The bureau chief noticed their little interaction and smiled, "If Yan Yu has no objections, I think it's feasible."
In the end, of course, everyone was happy.
After leaving the director's office, Qiao Yanyu first thanked He Zhao: "Thank you for choosing me. Your affirmation is a sign of your trust in me, and I will not let you down." Qiao Yanyu's particularly upright sense of responsibility made He Zhao feel a little ashamed.
It's hard to say that she didn't have some ulterior motives in choosing Qiao Yanyu. Qiao Yanyu was the first person she met in this world, and she was also the guest she was attracted to. Therefore, Qiao Yanyu's existence was very special to He Zhao.
Qiao Yanyu even suggested that He Zhao stay at her home. He Zhao thought about it and still refused. Although she liked Qiao Yanyu very much, she would despise herself if she were to use this opportunity to barge into her home, even if she was shameless: "No need, I have a place to stay."
They chatted for a few more minutes. Qiao Yanyu had originally planned to have dinner with He Zhao, but she found out there was new progress on their end, so she had to go see for herself. Before leaving, Qiao Yanyu stuffed a lot of things into He Zhao's bag and explained their uses to her in detail. Most ghosts and monsters would find it difficult to get close to He Zhao if they harbored ill intentions.
This relieved He Zhao.
"I'm really sorry, I'll finish up here tonight and come over to you right away. If the animal that died in the fire yesterday reappears, please keep an eye on it. I have to go now."
"It's okay, I'll call you if anything happens."
"Okay, I'll be there right away."
Although Qiao Yanyu was very busy, she still took He Zhao back to her rented apartment building. Only after watching her ride away on her motorcycle did He Zhao turn around and go upstairs.
At this moment, the system started chattering again: [I thought the host would readily agree to move into Qiao Yanyu's house.]
When He Zhao arrived in front of the system, her true nature immediately came out. She couldn't help but roll her eyes: "What kind of person do you take me for? I'm just a bit of a rogue, not a real hooligan. Besides, it would be so inappropriate for me to just move into her house like that. She's being responsible, which is why she made that suggestion. If I really shamelessly moved in, I'd be using a chicken feather as a token."
She was silent for a moment, then couldn't help but say, "And I feel that the director doesn't really care about me. Although the idea of me being a visitor from another world sounds intimidating, and your shabby ghost-walking stall looks a bit unusual, it's still just a gathering place for ghosts and monsters. It would be strange if he took me seriously. If he really cared, wouldn't he have arranged for a special forces team to follow me around every day?"
She rattled off a whole bunch of things, but didn't seem to think there was anything wrong with the other person. Seeing that Qiao Yanyu not only had to protect herself but also juggled other work, spinning like a top all day, it was clear they were genuinely short-handed. In this situation, being able to spare someone to protect her was already quite an achievement.
Besides, He Zhao didn't want to live a life followed by a large group of people; things were fine as they were.
After saying these words, He Zhao lost all interest in dealing with the system.
When it was time to set up her stall in the evening, Qiao Yanyu messaged her, explaining that she couldn't make it in time. He Zhao replied with an "OK" rabbit emoji. She sat in her seat and played on her phone for a while. Unexpectedly, before midnight, she already had customers.
It was someone I knew.
It was the fire spirit that Qiao Yanyu had instructed her to keep an eye on.
It was just past 11 o'clock, and He Zhao hadn't even played two games before it arrived. Its steps were even lighter than the previous two days, and it was there in no time, quickly sitting down in a chair. He Zhao didn't even look up, instinctively saying, "Wait a minute, the game will be ready in about three minutes."
The ghost hesitated for a moment, but still nodded. It felt a little aggrieved, but it still said, "Okay, I understand."
He Zhao was so engrossed in his game that he completely forgot his customer was a ghost, not a human. He treated her like the cleaning lady who used to call him for meals, and every time she casually said "three minutes" while playing, it would turn into three minutes and then another three minutes.
After waiting for about ten minutes, He Zhao finally finished a game, and lost. He Zhao took a deep breath, looked up at the other side, and when he saw Gui's red, macerated face, he remembered: Good grief, with this attitude, the other party won't just flip the table, will they?
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