After Jiang Shihe picked up the coffee can, he casually tossed it aside. Then, he used his free hand to feel the bottom of the can, and his slender fingertips pinched a folded piece of white paper between them.
Jiang Shihe wasn't surprised. After opening the can with one hand, he unfolded the folded white paper, which contained a row of printed text. Even though it was printed, it seemed to exude an eerie, lingering sense of staring.
"Would you like some coffee, Detective?"
"Canned coffee doesn't taste good, Mr. Detective. You deserve the best. I've also been learning how to make coffee. Give it a try."
Even in printed text, you can feel the girl's almost cloyingly sweet tone between the lines; it's soft, almost like a sweet smile, and can even make you feel a sweet sensation.
Jiang Shihe lowered his eyes, his gaze unfathomable. When he looked up again, his eyes fell on the vending machine, where a beautiful coffee cup was placed with a note underneath.
If Jiang Shihe hadn't been so tall, he probably wouldn't have noticed the coffee placed in the corner. To prevent it from getting dusty, the cup was even covered, and it was still steaming hot, with the rich and mellow aroma of hand-ground coffee wafting through the air.
Moreover, just by smelling the coffee, one can tell that it is made from the finest quality coffee beans.
The note was written in neat, small handwriting.
"I ground it by hand. Would the detective like it?"
"..."
Jiang Shihe paused, looking at the delicate handwriting on the paper, as if he could see the person's eyebrows and eyes. His eyes changed slightly, but he didn't seem to feel any aversion. He lowered his head and took a sip.
As the rich aroma of the coffee entered his mouth, Jiang Shihe lowered his eyes and chuckled softly, "It tastes pretty good, you perverted bad girl."
As he was about to leave with his coffee cup in hand, Jiang Shihe caught a glimpse of an envelope placed in the corner next to the vending machine. He couldn't help but raise an eyebrow, squat down in front of the vending machine, and reach out to take it out.
"You really can hide something anywhere, you naughty girl."
"Is this a test of my observation and keenness?"
Jiang Shihe shook his head and chuckled. After picking it up, he leaned against the door, opened the envelope, and began to read. Inside, instead of a letter with a light fragrance, was a stack of photographs.
From the four of them getting into the car together, to his profile while the car was moving, to the footage of the four of them fainting inside the car when it stopped...
The constant tracking and the lurking presence, as if there were eyes in the shadows watching Jiang Shihe with a viscous, twisted love.
Just thinking about those eyes staring at me—
Jiang Shihe's Adam's apple bobbed involuntarily, and the emotions in his eyes were no longer discernible. Just then, a series of hurried footsteps suddenly came, accompanied by anxious shouts.
"Mr. Jiang!"
Not far away, Ji He came running up, staggering. She shouted nervously, "Mr. Jiang, do you know that someone is following you? She has also collected a lot of your photos. She is a pervert who is watching you from the shadows and may very well take your life!"
Ji He spoke non-stop.
Although she was reluctant to admit it, no matter how strange or abnormal Jiang Shihe's behavior was, or even how much he was involved with ghosts, Ji He had to say that Jiang Shihe was indeed not simple.
The person who killed him in the cycle of death could not have gone unnoticed beforehand; Jiang Shihe probably discovered it long ago.
In other words, Nguyen Thanh An was probably exposed long ago.
Jiang Shihe probably doesn't know yet that the person who's been following him, and who will likely target him in the future, is Ruan Qing'an—that's Ruan Qing'an's biggest weakness!
With Jiang Shihe making the first move, Ji He was confident that she could be subdued!
At this moment, outside the police station in the late afternoon, the sun was shining brightly and beautifully. A tall man was holding a coffee cup in one hand, and the note that was originally there was neatly folded and placed in his pocket, with only half of it showing. As for what he was holding in his hand, it was a photograph.
Upon seeing this, Ji He was overjoyed. She hadn't expected that Ruan Qing'an would be caught red-handed so soon and almost killed, yet he could still do this?
She immediately shouted, "Mr. Jiang, it's these things in your hands, these were all made by Ruan Qing'an, you—"
"you……"
As she spoke, Ji He's voice grew softer and softer.
In the end, it seemed as if she had completely given up. She opened her mouth, but her throat was dry, as if she couldn't say a word because... Jiang Shihe's eyes were wrong.
That wasn't the terror of a victim seeing a pervert;
It's not just the helpless distress of the person being followed;
There was no fear, no worry, and not even a trace of life in Ji He's eyes when Jiang Shihe looked at her.
It's as if they're condoning something.
Ji He's thoughts drifted for a moment. When she came to her senses, Jiang Shihe had already taken a sip of coffee and casually said, "Ms. Ji He, there's nothing to it. Don't say things like that."
“I warned you a long time ago.”
When she met Jiang Shihe's gaze, which was filled with a hint of hostility and murderous intent, Ji He finally realized that perhaps she had misread it.
Ji He paused for a moment, then continued, "Mr. Jiang, the photo you're holding is the one, isn't it? After what happened in Fengxian Village, Mr. Jiang should know very well that there are supernatural forces in this world. These forces are impossible to guard against and are unpredictable."
"These tracking methods are beyond what you can imagine, Mr. Jiang. And coincidentally, Ruan Qing'an is skilled in such methods. She can control ghosts. Back in Fengxian Village, she escaped the attack of ghosts by relying on this power."
"She has long harbored designs on you, and if she is bewitched by ghosts in the future, she may even try to kill you, Mr. Jiang."
Ji He paused, then said, "I hope Mr. Jiang will help me get rid of her!"
After Ji He's speech, an eerie silence fell over the area in front of the police station. When the wind blew, it was as if the entire capital city had turned into a ghost town, and an inexplicable chill crept up on my back.
Ji He couldn't help but take a half step back, but the next moment, all the strangeness disappeared, as if it were an illusion.
Before Ji He could ponder further, Jiang Shihe said again, "I know about what happened in Fengxian Village, but—I need evidence."
"I don't believe Miss Ruan would do such a thing either."
Upon hearing this, Ji He became even more anxious and strode forward, saying, "I told you I have evidence. As long as you go to Ruan Qing'an's room, then—"
"I don't believe it, and there's no such thing."
Jiang Shihe casually interrupted her, then waved his hand and was about to return to the police station. Seeing this, Ji He couldn't help but reach out to grab Jiang Shihe, but in the next moment—'Bang!'
She was pressed directly onto the vending machine.
The immense force caused the vending machine to vibrate, and Jiang Shihe gripped Ji He's neck tightly, increasing the pressure without any restraint. Soon, purplish-blue marks appeared on her neck, as if he were about to strangle her to death.
Ji He struggled instinctively, her eyes filled with terror.
'Why? '
'What the hell is going on? I came to help him, and Jiang Shihe actually tried to kill me? Is he crazy?!'
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