Zheng Jingjing is testing the artistic youth's true feelings for Xiao Zhao.
Shi Jinzhe opened the screenshots she had sent and immediately frowned.
Her flirtatious words weren't sophisticated, and her ambiguous remarks were formulaic, but Zheng Jingjing presented a very realistic persona as a lonely woman whose partner was away most of the time.
With little social life and a dull existence, I finally mustered the courage to flirt late at night, but my words were hesitant and my grammar was poor.
“Sent to the wrong number again, how did it end up here again…” Shekh read out the obviously fake excuse from the screenshot: “Does anyone actually believe something like that?”
"Whether you believe it or not is not the point; the point is whether artsy young people have the heart for late-night chats."
Shekh scoffed: "It's obvious he does; he even finds this clumsy seduction charming in a naive way."
"That's because Zheng Jingjing's words kept implying that you were the first man she had ever found. Artistic young people enjoy this sense of exclusivity."
"What do you mean by uniqueness? Didn't he know that Zheng Jingjing had a partner?"
Shi Jinzhe's eyes were a little strange: "...There's an old saying that a wife is not as good as a concubine, a concubine is not as good as a stolen one, and a stolen one is not as good as one that can't be stolen. For someone like him, anything that isn't his own is the best."
Even if he knew that Zheng Jingjing had a partner and was still actively flirting with him, he would only think that he was more attractive and needed than his boyfriend.
"Besides, you saw Lao Zhao's dislike for him this morning. Xiao Zhao's family is quite well-off. In this situation, if the man has too much pride and has been in a weaker, subordinate position for many years, his mentality will definitely be suppressed."
"Therefore, even if Zheng Jingjing has a partner, her appearance can satisfy the vanity of artistic youths and make their desire for excitement restless, unable to resist any temptation."
After this lengthy analysis, Shi Jinzhe has quite a good grasp of the psychological activities of artistic youths.
Shech looked at him meaningfully: "You know so much."
No, I don't understand.
Shi Jinzhe always felt that Sheh's words had another meaning, and firmly denied it: "I have seen a lot of cases and analyzed them with big data."
"I thought you analyzed it based on some familiar psychological process."
Time was running out, and I choked back a sob.
This was a difficult question to answer. When he first faced Shekh, he had to go along with her in everything he said and did. He didn't have the right to say no, for fear that he would be in trouble the moment he said no.
While it's far from depressing, sometimes I feel useless and wish I had skills or items.
He leaned down slightly: "Times have changed. People change. Now I like it when you protect me, especially when you stand in front of me. That's when you're most charming."
Shekh took in the loving look in his eyes, opened his mouth, but didn't say a word.
If you look closely, you can find flaws in what I'm saying, but it just sounds strangely comforting, and I don't want to argue with it.
"...Let's get down to business and keep scrolling up."
"Actually, it also has to do with mindset. If you don't have anything, you'll care about something." Shi Jinzhe added, his fingers suddenly stopping as his gaze fell on the messages Xiao Zhao had sent.
Jingjing, I have this feeling he doesn't love me anymore. Can you do me a favor?
Please help me test him and see if he will betray me.
You're my best friend, we've known each other for over ten years. Please, please help me. I don't trust anyone else.
"Is she sick in the head?" Shi Jinzhe couldn't help but blurt out, "She actually let her best friend seduce her own husband?"
Shekh uttered softly, "Luckily, I have no friends."
"Isn't that Jiang Yi?"
"Jiang Ling looks at dead people with more affection than she looks at you; she would never agree to do something so troublesome."
"You're really getting better at speaking like a human being..."
Shi Jinzhe scrolled back again but found nothing more useful. He exited the chat list and clicked on the chat history between Zheng Jingjing and the literary youth, asking Shehe to quickly browse through it.
Suddenly, a deafening explosion pierced their brains, and Shi Jinzhe and Shehe felt the ground shake several times.
Hurried footsteps came downstairs. Shi Jinzhe threw his phone into his spatial ring and immediately left room 202 with Shehe.
There's no time to get to room 206 at the far end of the corridor; they can only run to the first floor.
Turning into the corridor and running into room 101, Sheh was immediately confronted by a ghost. Her vicious palm struck straight at the ghost's face, knocking it unconscious.
Shi Jinzhe used the flower seed to notify Zhou Xiao and Lin Lang to come to 101, and then took out a ghost-repelling talisman and placed it on the ghost.
The yellow talisman was noticeably hot, but the ghost simply kept its eyes tightly closed, looked pained, and showed no other symptoms.
Shi Jinzhe tapped his fingers lightly, but the exorcism was so slow that if a player was ambushed by a ghost, the player would be possessed before a few exorcism talismans could disperse the ghost.
Having figured this out, he pried open the ghost's jaw and said to Sheh, "The yellow talisman's effect is greatly reduced. You should plant the calamity in his body first, and I'll do an experiment. It's a perfect test subject delivered to our door, so why not use it?"
"To correct you, we're the ones who came to your door."
"It's all the same." Shi Jinzhe held the ghost's body still. "Come on."
Shekh raised his hand and dripped a drop of black-gold liquid into the ghost's mouth.
Shi Jinzhe took out his scepter and waved it twice on the ground, and a complex golden array quickly took shape.
The golden light shone on the unlucky guy in room 101, and his skin peeled and turned red as if he had been scorched by the sun, while he let out a painful groan.
But soon, tiny bits of new skin with a pinkish hue appeared beneath the peeled skin.
The new skin grows very slowly and consumes a lot of energy; the Time-Ending Fold skill only lasted for less than half a minute before stopping.
He pressed on that pinkish skin, no bigger than a fingernail, and it felt just like a living person.
“Only powerful ghosts can materialize. If they become living dead and regain their real bodies, their souls can no longer be separated from their bodies at will. In that case, they should no longer be able to possess others so easily.”
Shekh pressed down as well: "Is such a small piece of new flesh enough?"
"Give it a try, it's better than doing nothing."
Shi Jinzhe tied up the unlucky guy and tossed him aside, saying, "Come over here and finish looking at your phone."
Five minutes later, a soft knocking sound, like fingernails tapping on the door, came from outside room 101. Sher listened carefully and confirmed that it was Linlang and the others who had come.
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