Chapter 224: Volume 1, Chapter 224 – I See Your Brow Is Dark (12)

The red-haired woman on patrol outside curled her lips, sized up the two of them, raised an eyebrow, and asked, "Who is that girl? What is she holding in her arms?"

The team leader beside them said, "A flower pot."

Quite strange. They'd been carrying it all along and never put it down; it clearly looked like just a pot of dried grass, with nothing remarkable about it.

Suddenly, Teacher Meng rushed in, panting, "Quick… let them go, they're not bad people."

The team leader and the red-haired woman both stared in surprise.

The flamboyant Teacher Meng flew into a rage, "You grabbed the wrong person! You didn't even check properly and just randomly arrested people!"

This remark was directed at the team leader.

Having said that, he pushed open the interrogation room's door and led Jiang Zhi and the others away.

The staff inside came out, bewildered.

…

"I'm really sorry, they arrested the wrong person—are you all right?" The flamboyant master, that is Teacher Meng, had come running from the hospital and asked anxiously.

Wang Xiaolin patted his chest, let out a long sigh, and said, "We're fine, thank you, Master, for saving us."

Teacher Meng felt embarrassed by his words; those people were the ones he had summoned, and because he hadn't clarified the situation, he'd randomly arrested them, nearly causing irreversible consequences.

"Let me treat you to a meal."

Wang Xiaolin was about to reply when Jiang Zhi cut him off, "No need."

She still had other things to do and couldn't waste any more time.

Teacher Meng was unwilling to let them leave, especially Wang Xiaolin; the sight of him battling evil spirits before losing consciousness was hard to forget.

"You probably have nowhere to go, so come work for our department—we'll provide food and lodging, plus a salary."

Jiang Zhi still refused, "No, we have things to do."

Having said that, she took Wang Xiaolin's hand and left.

Teacher Meng stood where he was, hesitating; watching them walk farther away, he could only wave and shout, "If you change your mind, give me a call."

Earlier, when they had entered the Song family villa, they had exchanged contact information.

At the corner, Wang Xiaolin frowned, full of doubt: "Xiao Zhi, we have no money now—we could go check out that department he mentioned."

Jiang Zhi stopped walking and said, "Senior Brother, I have some matters to attend to—how about this: you go to that department first to test the waters, and after I finish what I need to do there, I'll come find you."

Wang Xiaolin worried about her: "What important matter do you have? Tell me, Senior Brother, and I'll help you."

Jiang Zhi raised her eyebrows: "It's nothing important; don't you trust me? I'll be fine—you go there first and wait for me to come."

After thinking for a long time, Wang Xiaolin finally nodded: "All right, if you need help, call that person, Xiao Zhi—don't bear anything alone; your senior brother is here."

Saying this, he pulled out the last of his private savings from his pants pocket and handed it to her, "Take it—this is all the money I have left; use it wisely."

Jiang Zhi listened to the boy's awkward yet sincere words and gave a helpless smile.

Although this senior brother can be unreliable at times, he truly cares for this junior sister of the original host.

After bidding farewell to Wang Xiaolin, she cradled the pot of dried grass in her arms and went to the station, "Senior Seven, how is Yu Beihan doing these days?"

777 paused for a few seconds before replying, "Still okay."

Jiang Zhi sensed something off in its tone.

Taking a vehicle to the villain's address, this place is a detached-villa district that can only be purchased through auction; the Yu family occupies the most conspicuous and expensive spot, and this wealthy enclave has professional property management that ordinary people simply cannot enter.

Jiang Zhi climbed over the wall and entered, arriving at the Yu family villa's front gate, where she pressed the doorbell.

Not long after, a voice came through the intercom.

"Who are you looking for?"

Jiang Zhi replied, "I'm looking for Yu Beihan."

The other side remained silent for a long time, until the bronze lattice door was pulled open from inside, revealing the face of a woman in her forties or fifties.

"Who are you?" the woman eyed her warily.

Jiang Zhi said, "I'm his creditor."

The woman obviously didn't believe her and drove her off, "If you don't leave, I'll have someone drag you away."

This is the residence of the aristocratic Yu family—no place for someone like her, a swindler, to come.

Jiang Zhi knew it was now hard to get close to Yu Beihan, so she could only leave temporarily.

When Yu Beihan returns, she'll look for him again just the same.

But thinking back ten years, she had never told him her own name, and now she was troubled once more.

Back then, mainly because she herself didn't know the original host's true name, if she told him her real name, what would happen if the original host's name wasn't Jiang Zhi?

Moreover, at that time she was merely a lonely wandering soul; given Yu Beihan's suspicious nature, he wouldn't have believed her anyway.

Jiang Zhi, crouching near the residential area, wasn't idle either; taking advantage of the absence of urban management officers, she pulled a small stool from her bag and set up a rather crude stall.

All she had left on her person was the sixty-two yuan Wang Xiaolin had given her; if she didn't run into Yu Beihan tonight, she'd have to sleep under a bridge or in an underpass.

"Don't miss out, passersby—fortune‑telling! Exorcising evil and subduing demons, with no taboos!"

The people who pass by this road are either rich or noble; this whole area is full of wealthy estates, and even if she got just one customer a day, she could make a fortune.

Yet those who come and go glance at her not at all, except for a dog‑walker who pauses once when his dog stops to urinate; everyone else strides past.

Jiang Zhi wasn't worried, though, because she had divined beforehand that she would have a customer today.

After waiting three or four hours, the sun gradually sank, gloom shrouded the whole city, and all the streetlights came on.

A woman in a long dress, wearing a mask and sunglasses, suddenly stopped, sat in the chair opposite her, and spoke in a weak, feeble voice: "Master, tell my fortune."

Jiang Zhi was lowering her head, concentrating on the book in her hands; hearing the voice, she didn't even lift her forehead, and replied calmly, "What would you like me to calculate?"

The woman tugged at her pale lips, gave a self‑mocking laugh, and said, "Calculate how much longer I can live."

Jiang Zhi closed her book, tapped a finger on the tabletop, and said, "Ten thousand per reading."

The woman, upon hearing this, got up and was about to leave.

Jiang Zhi said leisurely, "Ten thousand can save your life."

The woman in the long dress stopped in her tracks, turned her head in shock to look at her, and after a long while sat down again.

"Okay, I believe you."

Perhaps it was because this master before her looked kind, or perhaps she had reached the end of the road and would not let go of any hope.

Having said that, she took out a card from her bag and said, "There are a hundred thousand inside; as long as you can save me, I can give you more."

Jiang Zhi pushed the bank card back toward her and said, "Just ten thousand."

The woman in the long dress gripped the card tightly, took off her sunglasses; her features were beautiful and pretty, but her complexion was unusually pallid, shrouded in an air of death.

She said in a trembling voice, "Master, please save me."

The woman in the long dress, whose real name is Zhong Aqian, has relied on her stunning looks and superhuman acting skills over the past two years in the entertainment industry, maintaining a top position among A-list actresses; several TV dramas in which she played the female lead have gone viral, and her popularity is extremely high.