Over the years, An Chen has seen countless spirits of various types, and there are some that he remembers particularly deeply.
"A bit like me?" Jiuge threw the garbage into the trash can and then went to wash his hands.
When An Chen said that there was a spirit that looked like her, she felt uncomfortable.
Jiuge has always stubbornly believed that everyone is a unique existence.
If possible, she doesn't want to be trapped by any label, let alone anyone who looks like her.
Even if others say she is just a girl, Jiuge will be dissatisfied and feel that she has been gender-fixed.
"He is a very middle school boy. He is not very old, but he has a strong sense of justice like you. He has never been understood by everyone. He is not gregarious and makes people feel strange." An Chen ate the egg on the surface in two or three bites.
, recalling it with some nostalgia.
"..." Jiuge clenched his fist hard, hesitated and then released it.
It was okay for her to say that she was strange and unsociable, but when An Chen said it, her taste changed.
"Like Maomaotou, I also met him when he was alive." An Chen added.
"Do you know Mao Mao Tou?"
Jiuge's eyes turned cold.
If I remember correctly, during that mission, An Chen acted as if he had never seen the other party before, and even asked her to take the initiative to talk to him.
Hearing Jiu Ge's question, An Chen coughed a few times and choked on the noodles on the spot.
"Ahem... In short, although that boy is very average and always says that he is the chosen one and that God sent him down to save stupid humans, he is actually really powerful. When I first met him, I thought
He was just joking and thought he was a bit annoying."
Changing the topic of Maomaotou, he began to describe the spirit body of the boy who was in the second grade of middle school.
Jiuge's eyes narrowed, his expression still unhappy.
She couldn't remember when she had done something so mentally retarded, and she was reduced to comparing herself with this boy.
An Chen took a sip of the soup and continued, "Guess what happened in the end?"
"what happened?"
Jiuge pulled out the stool next to him and sat down with a serious face.
An Chen sighed: "The boy died in a very big fire. At that time, the firefighters did not dare to rush in directly."
The fire was very intense, and he was far away from the scene at the time.
Even though there was a long distance, An Chen could feel the scorching temperature.
"Then he died trying to save others?" Jiuge paused and asked.
"Yes, there was a couple outside who had just returned from shopping and were crying hard, saying that their child was still inside."
Putting down the kuaizi and wiping his mouth, An Chen continued to recall.
"He ignored the firefighters' obstruction and ran forward and rushed in," he added.
"..."
Jiuge was speechless, not knowing what to say.
Suddenly, the only sound left in the room was the snoring sound of Toffee.
"Do you think he's not irrational in doing this?" After putting the bowl back in the kitchen, An Chen returned to the dining table and wiped the table.
"A bit..."
"He was very powerful. He rescued at least five people in the end. His techniques were precise and he knew a lot about rescue at a glance."
"?"
Jiuge's mouth twitched, his expression was very puzzled.
"In the end, he fell inside due to lack of oxygen, but in the end, he still pushed the remaining child, urging him to cover his mouth and nose and rush out."
An Chen stood still. "When I passed by there again, he had already turned into a spirit state. When he saw me, he told me that he had always been dependent on his father. His father was a firefighter before his death. In order to save lives,
The man lost his life. Now he has fulfilled his father's will and can go to see his father."
At that time, the boy smiled and looked very satisfied.
…
In the next two days, An Chen basically didn't go out much, just lying down and waiting for the association meeting in a week.
If there is no food at home, he can simply use the food delivery app to order a batch of food and wait for the delivery man to deliver it to his door.
Zhang Zhidong and Mao Maotou were still guarding the spiritual clinic day and night, waiting like Tathagata Buddhas for all kinds of spiritual beings to venture over and kneel down to worship.
But An Chen is just reaping the benefits of being a fisherman, only collecting money and not doing any work.
Just gain experience, no effort required.
Zhang knew that he had not encountered any real difficulties so far and it was not his turn to help.
So far, Maomaotou has completely adapted to Zhang Zhidong's light and heat.
Even if he was next to Zhang Zhidong, he was numb.
I don't know why, or if it's an illusion, but An Chen always feels that Mao Maotou seems to be a lot more sensible than he was some time ago.
When talking to him, I obviously felt that he was not so bearish anymore.
An Chen didn't know whether Zhang Zhidong had successfully liberated several spiritual beings, but judging from Qin Ye's report, the number of spiritual beings that needed his personal help was indeed on a straight line.
He thought about this for a long time.
Finally, An Chen came to the conclusion that psychological effects are very important for both living and dead people.
Many of the spirits who worshiped Zhang Zhidong felt that their last wishes would be fulfilled soon after the worship.
Then when I think about it, the knot in my heart is opened, and the spirit bodies return to the underworld one after another to wait for reincarnation.
I don't know what kind of mentality Jiu Ge has recently. He stares at An Chen from morning to night, like a pervert.
The association did not assign new tasks, nor did new evil spirits appear. Her attention fell entirely on An Chen.
Every time An Chen goes out, Jiu Ge will follow her. When asked why, she will only explain in a hesitant way that she is scared to be alone at home.
When doing other things, Jiuge would sneak around the door and peek inside from time to time, which made it inconvenient for An Chen to do something personal sometimes.
Even when she is free, she is always flipping through magazines with weird-looking covers, or frantically searching for something on the Internet, not knowing what she is researching.
After much thought, the helpless An Chen came up with a stupid solution.
It's Monday in the blink of an eye.
On the pretext of wanting to talk to Jiuge, Chen knocked on Jiuge's door early in the morning.
The music inside the door stopped suddenly, Jiuge opened a crack in the door and looked at An Chen with a somewhat tangled expression.
"You want to talk to me again?"
This time she became smarter and knew that the conversation was not about that, so she must not think too much about it.
It's possible to talk about anything, but it's definitely not about love anyway.
"Yes."
An Chen nodded and raised his hand to signal Jiuge to come out.
After the two of them washed up together, An Chen went to the kitchen and made a pot of noodles.
After eating, he said: "I have something to do when I go out temporarily today. If possible, I hope you won't follow me this time."
"Ah?" Jiuge tugged on his newly combed hair and looked at An Chen in shock.