Chapter 2542: Non-Human: Xiao Chen's Amnesia 33

The hotel's business suite is spacious and comfortable.

Liang Yanze had just put his luggage away and closed the door when a cool body pressed against him from behind.

Jin Chen's arms wrapped around his waist, his chin resting on Liang Yanze's shoulder, his icy lips eagerly seeking his neck and kissing it repeatedly.

Liang Yanze relaxed his body, leaning back into his embrace, and the fatigue from the day's hustle seemed to ease considerably.

He tilted his head slightly and asked, "Hungry? Want to order something to eat?"

Now Jin Chen can also obtain energy from human food, and Liang Yanze has grown accustomed to eating together with him.

Jin Chen shook his head, rubbing his cheek against the crook of Liang Yanze's neck, and said, "Not hungry."

He then continued kissing nonstop, as if trying to make up for the time they'd been apart these few hours.

After kissing for a while, he finally lifted his head, his grayish eyes looking at Liang Yanze with a complaining, petty expression.

"From boarding the plane to arriving at the hotel, a total of 13 people glanced at you secretly, and another seven wanted to hit on you and get your contact info."

Liang Yanze, half-dazed from the kissing, blinked blankly at the words and murmured, "... Really? I didn't notice."

"I scared them all away." Jin Chen said in a flat tone.

The exact method is unknown, but the effect is noticeable.

Liang Yanze: "..."

Imagining that scene, he felt a mix of laughter and exasperation.

He reached up to stroke Jin Chen's soft black hair, saying, "All right… let me nap a bit; there's still plenty to tire us out tonight."

Social engagements often drain more energy than work itself, even a workaholic like Liang Yanze has to admit.

"All right." This time Jin Chen was obedient, didn't bother him further, and they both fell onto the soft big bed, his hand lightly patting Liang Yanze's back intermittently, like soothing a child.

"Then go to sleep."

In this familiar, reassuring atmosphere, Liang Yanze soon relaxed and drifted into a light sleep.

—

Night fell, the lights were just lit, and neon signs flickered.

Liang Yanze and Zhao Xītang met in the hotel lobby, accompanied by a young secretary responsible for recording and coordinating, while the driver had already parked the car at the entrance and was waiting.

The three got in the car, which smoothly merged into the night traffic and headed toward the predetermined restaurant.

The atmosphere inside the car was relatively relaxed; Zhao Xītang and Liang Yanze in the back seat whispered, discussing the few details to note for their evening meeting.

The invisibly present Jin Chen sat bored in the empty seat beside Liang Yanze, his gray pupils unfocused as they watched the streaks of light flash past outside the window.

The always Silence driving driver suddenly spoke up with some nervousness, his voice hesitant: "Manager Zhao, Assistant Liang… it seems a car has been following us since we left the hotel."

The light conversation in the car came to an abrupt halt, and the secretary in the passenger seat stared straight back in fright.

Liang Yanze and Zhao Xītang turned back simultaneously, looking through the rear window.

Sure enough, a black ordinary sedan kept a steady distance behind them, neither too close nor too far.

Jin Chen's mist slightly condensed, his gray pupils turning toward the rear, 【Who?】

Ling Gun Gun lay on his shoulder and yawned.

【It's the person sent by the love roadblock!】

Jin Chen: 【…】

Again, it's that persistent protagonist shou.

He whispered to Liang Yanze, "I'll go check."

As soon as he finished speaking, a wisp of extremely faint black mist slipped through the car window seam and merged into the night.

Liang Yanze's heart tightened; he glanced back anxiously, but saw nothing.

Zhao Xītang's expression grew grave; he immediately took out his phone and said, "I'll contact the local traffic authorities."

He also instructed the driver, "Old Chen, stay safe, try to shake it off, and take a busier road."

"Okay, Manager Zhao!"

In the black sedan behind them, the driver, wearing a Bluetooth earpiece, was reporting in a low voice.

"... Yeah, still following. They seem to have noticed me and sped up… Don't worry, I know this road well—I'll definitely not lose them… uh?"

Before he could finish speaking, he suddenly felt as if a thick, unshakable gray haze had covered his vision, making the originally clear road and the front vehicle's taillights become blurred Distorted.

The target vehicle he had just been keeping a tight grip on vanished like smoke into the thick fog.

"Holy shit!" the driver jumped, slammed the brake, and instinctively rubbed his eyes, thinking his vision was playing tricks.

He hurried to turn on the high beams, but as his finger touched the switch, his motion froze abruptly.

The driver stiffly, inch by inch, turned toward the passenger seat.

On the passenger seat, unbeknownst to when, a person had silently appeared.

A man wearing a black long coat.

His skin was cold and pale, almost translucent in the dim car light; his gray eyes fixed on the driver, his crimson lips curled into a smile that was neither smiling nor not, an extremely eerie arc.

"Ahhhhh! Ghost! Ghost!!!"

The driver was terrified out of his wits, his heart suddenly constricting as he let out a discordant scream, instinctively jerking the steering wheel.

Bang!!!

The vehicle lost control and slammed hard into the roadside guardrail, emitting a loud crash.

The front end crumpled instantly, the airbags deployed, and the driver was left dazed but without serious injury.

The piercing screech of brakes and the impact noise attracted nearby patrolling police, who rushed to the scene promptly.

The police had just dragged the shaken, weak-legged driver out of the deformed driver's seat when they saw him, as if encountering a grim reaper, crawling and pointing at the passenger seat while screaming incoherently.

"Ghost! There's a ghost in the car! Black! A ghost in black clothes! He smiled at me!!"

The police peered doubtfully into the car; the passenger seat was empty aside from the deployed airbags—nothing else.

"Sir, calm down, are you hallucinating from the shock of the collision?" The traffic police tried to soothe him.

"It's not a hallucination! There really is a ghost! He spoke! He asked me!" The driver trembled like a sieve, his eyes unfocused, as if his mind had collapsed.

He seemed to recall something extremely terrifying, suddenly grabbing the traffic police's arm and bawling with tears and snot streaming.

"I I want to report! I want to report!"

The traffic police had already prepared an alcohol tester and asked, "What do you want to report?"

"Report myself! I I want to do bad things! I am a bad person!!" The driver shouted hysterically, as if only this could dispel that fear.

Traffic police: "???"

Jin Chen, hidden aside, watched the scene expressionlessly and nodded in satisfaction.

Hmm, the effect was not bad.

Next, under extreme fear's coercion, the driver spilled the beans, revealing the whole plan he had been instructed to carry out—preparing to cause an accident, tailgate and hit the car ahead—along with the person who instructed him, Ye Lu's name, and the transfer records, all laid out clearly.

The traffic police's expression shifted from confusion to shock, then to solemnity; he immediately called for backup and subdued the driver.

Jin Chen then felt it was about enough, patted the non-existent dust off himself, and prepared to leave to find his wife.

His silhouette quietly coalesced at the edge of the chaotic accident scene, then silently merged into the crowd flowing along the street.

Neon lights cast shifting shadows on his pallid face; traffic bustled, noisy and tumultuous, everything filled with the vitality of human life.

He lifted his foot, preparing to follow the sense between him and Liang Yanze to go over.

Suddenly, his steps halted.

Jin Chen instinctively raised his hand and pressed his forehead; in the depths of his perpetually hazy, emotionless pupils, a blue flicker flitted.