Chapter 238 Is he really stupid?
"Squeak—!"
Zhong Wan's scream and the screeching of brakes rang out almost simultaneously.
The tires screeched on the cold road, and the two people were jolted forward by the inertia, only to be pulled back into their seats by the seatbelts in the next second.
Lin Yan'an subconsciously reached out and pulled Zhong Suisui into his arms, his body tensing instantly.
He looked sharply ahead, but saw only snowflakes falling silently under the empty streetlights...
No, he vaguely seemed to see something, and quickly squinted to look.
He couldn't say whether there was really something there or just his imagination.
The falling snowflakes seemed to encounter something midway, paused for a moment, and then fell again.
But for him, there is something more important right now.
Lin Yan'an quickly looked away and turned his head to look.
"Wanwan? How are you?"
As Lin Yan'an spoke, he reached out his hand, looking at Zhong Wan with concern, and asked with great worry, "Did you bump into anything? Are you feeling unwell anywhere?"
He just wanted to confirm Zhong Wan's safety as soon as possible.
Upon hearing his voice, Zhong Wan instinctively shook her head: "I'm fine."
She was still somewhat shaken, her hands gripping the steering wheel tightly, her fingertips turning white from the force.
Zhong Wan stared straight ahead at the illusory figure.
Under the dim streetlights, the shadowy figure wore a tattered cotton-padded coat and had an innocent smile on his face.
He seemed to see Zhong Wan as well, and happily reached out to greet her.
As he moved, the windmill in his hand seemed to spin as well.
What did you see?
Lin Yan'an's voice was a little tense. He looked at Zhong Wan, then followed her gaze forward.
The area under the streetlights remained empty, and he saw nothing unusual.
He couldn't even see the mist that usually accompanied those ghosts this time.
Lin Yan'an frowned subconsciously, but the unnatural falling trajectory of the snowflakes and Zhong Wan's current attitude undoubtedly told him that something existed there, something he couldn't see.
【Meow! 】
Zhong Suisui emerged from Lin Yan'an's arms and appeared on the dashboard, her dark eyes fixed on the direction of the streetlights.
Just then, a cold, mechanical voice suddenly rang in Zhong Wan's mind, and the originally cold voice instantly overlapped with Zhong Suisui's childish voice.
[Ding! Pure obsessive spirit detected. System task in progress...]
[Task Name: Waiting.]
[Quest Level LV0.]
[Task Reward: 8000 yuan. Merit Points +3.]
How can a level 0 quest have 3 merit points?
Although Zhong Wan was somewhat surprised, she didn't have time to think about those things right now.
She took a deep breath, trying to calm her wildly beating heart, but her gaze remained fixed on the illusory figure.
“A person… no, a ghost.”
Zhong Wan answered Lin Yan'an's question softly: "He was standing under the streetlight, waving and smiling at us."
Upon hearing this, Lin Yan'an subconsciously looked over again, but still saw nothing.
This was the first time he had encountered something like this; he had always been able to see ghostly apparitions before.
Even if he could see the ghost's appearance, he could still see those wisps of gray or black mist.
But this time, there was nothing, and I saw nothing.
This feeling of being "unseen" was really making him a little irritated.
"Lin Yan'an... I have a new mission."
Zhong Wan murmured softly.
Upon hearing this, Lin Yan'an subconsciously asked, "There's no danger, right?"
Zhong Wan couldn't help but turn her head to look at him. Seeing his worried expression, she smiled slightly and reached out to hold his big hand: "Don't worry, it's a level 0 mission."
After saying that, she looked at the illusory figure in front of her again. Looking at the semi-transparent figure without any black aura, and at his kind and happy smile, she sighed softly, "He... meant no harm."
Just then, Chen Mo opened the car door and got out.
God knows how terrifying it is to be driving perfectly fine and then suddenly have to brake suddenly.
In particular, the person driving the car was one of his key protected individuals.
Chen Mo quickly steered the car to a steady stop, his heart pounding faster than usual, even though he was usually calm.
As soon as the car stopped, out of professional ethics, the three did not get out immediately, but instead cautiously observed their surroundings from inside the car.
After confirming there was no danger, the three looked at the car in front of them, then at each other.
Brother Wang frowned slightly and looked at Zhong Wan's car, saying, "Xiao Chen, you're familiar with Comrade Zhong Wan and the others. Why don't you go over and see what's going on?"
"Um."
Chen Mo happened to be thinking the same thing, so he agreed and opened the car door.
Arriving at Zhong Wan's car, he raised his hand and knocked on the window.
"Knock knock knock".
A sudden sound interrupted Zhong Wan's words, and she instinctively looked in the direction of the sound.
Looking at Chen Mo outside the window, she realized just how dangerous her actions had been.
Zhong Wan released Lin Yan'an's hand and reached out to unbuckle her seatbelt: "I'm going downstairs."
She had barely finished speaking when she opened the car door and got out.
"Comrade Zhong Wan, what happened?"
Chen Mo took a step back and looked at Zhong Wan, who had just gotten out of the car, and asked worriedly, "Why did you suddenly brake?"
As Chen Mo spoke, he didn't forget to glance at the front of Zhong Wan's car.
Zhong Wan looked at the illusory figure, then obediently took the windmill, sat back down under it, and quietly watched the windmill in his hand turn in the wind.
As if sensing Zhong Wan's gaze,
He turned to look at Zhong Wan again and smiled.
That smile was just like his when he was alive, clean and pure.
That spot was where he used to sit for a long time during his lifetime.
Every time Zhong Wan came home or left, it seemed like he was always sitting there.
There are very few times when you can't see him.
Zhong Wan didn't know his real name, but she knew that everyone in the village called him Dafu.
Of course, that's how her parents would call her that when they were her age.
Zhong Wan's generation always calls him Uncle Fu.
This is a polite way of addressing him; most people simply call him Dafu.
Some people rudely call him...idiot.
Is he really stupid?
Zhong Wan didn't know either.
All she knew was that he was kind, and also... lonely.
Zhong Wan had heard his parents say that his intelligence was probably only that of a seven or eight-year-old child.
Are seven- or eight-year-old children stupid? No, they are not.
Similarly... so it was him too.
At the very least, in Zhong Wan's view, he wasn't stupid.
When they're hungry, they'll look for food; when they're cold, they'll put on more clothes.
They will even try their best to repay kindness in their own way.
Zhong Wan clearly remembers that once when her mother saw his clothes were so worn out, she couldn't help but feel sorry for him and gave him two sets of clothes, which were her father's old clothes.
But he smiled happily, holding the clothes and sincerely thanking them.
That day was also a snowy day. After the snow stopped,
Zhong Wan reluctantly picked up a broom and followed her father out to shovel snow, only to see the road already cleared and his retreating figure with a broken broom...
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