Yaritza lowered her gaze and asked, "Are you talking about Chase Christensen?" "I don't like that person. My instincts don't like him, and my intuition rejects him." "Because of me?" Zachary shook his head and said, "No!" Yaritza pondered for a moment and asked, "Did you come back this time because Chase Christensen got married? Because of me?" Zachary had traveled to so many places, why did he intentionally come back here? "Chase Christensen getting married has nothing to do with me, but you have a connection with him because you like her," Zachary tilted his head in contemplation for a long time before saying, "It just feels strange." "What's strange about it?" Zachary looked at Yaritza and said, "It's strange to see you struggling, to see you in pain." Yaritza laughed and said, "Which eye of yours saw me struggling and in pain?" Zachary playfully teased Yaritza's thin chin, glanced at her with a sly smile, and asked, "By the way, Graham, who do you long for?" Yaritza's eye
Yaritza said, "Zachary, don't let anyone know you were injured when you returned home. Let's pretend that today's incident never happened." "Yes!" Secretary Rowe replied and left the room. Yaritza sighed silently, turned around, and sat on the edge of the bed, looking at Zachary. She couldn't help but think, "Zachary, whether it was in my or your past life, we owe each other. We're destined to be intertwined in this lifetime." She could see what Zachary was trying to do. She wasn't made of steel and could feel how he cared for her, like a newborn baby. For the first time, Yaritza's heart ached for Zachary. His pain was a manifestation of his love for her. Zachary's pain also meant being close to her and enduring hardships. Pain and unwillingness intertwined. Yaritza sat quietly on the edge of the bed for a while, and Secretary Rowe brought her a mat and cleaning tools. After washing her face, she noticed that Zachary was awake while she was getting ready to sleep. Zachary struggled
Yaritza chuckled and said, "Zachary, this is not a burden for me. It's like seeking advice from a specialist and caring for the patient. It's not troublesome at all." Zachary was speechless for a while after hearing Yaritza's words, then he finally said, "Don't you feel sorry for yourself? Even if it's just a small wound!" "I do feel sorry for myself," Yaritza replied, turned back, and lay on the sofa beside the bed. Zachary became angry, feeling a surge of pain in his leg. He exclaimed, "Tomorrow I will reimburse all your expenses! Sleep! It hurts! The pain made him want to burst. Numbness washed over him, and his temper worsened. He thought about rushing back from a faraway place to see Yaritza, only to end up in bed for months, even years, with his leg injured. He felt even more frustrated and aggrieved, and tears of frustration began to roll down his face. He covered his face with the pillow, not letting Yaritza see his expression. But his sniffling could still be heard even wit
The dreary weather didn't attract many customers to the shop, resulting in only a few sporadic takeout orders. The shop assistant skillfully handled the incoming orders, processing them one by one on the interface. Suddenly, a faint sound of the door opening reached his ears, and the fine drizzle that had been held at bay made its presence known, carrying a slight chill.Surprised, the shop assistant looked up. "Welcome to Tea Encounter."The customer was Zachary. The rain had slightly dampened his hair, causing it to cling to his pale face. There were small water stains on his shirt."Just a cup of milk tea, nothing else."Zachary appeared too pale and wore a lot of blacks. The rainy backdrop lent his delicate features an otherworldly quality as if he were a creature that only emerged on rainy days.Do creatures also enjoy milk tea?"Sure, would you like it hot?" The shop assistant pushed aside the strange thought and handed his own new towel to Zachary. "You can use this to dry off.
Zachary's nonchalant remark, "Didn't you hear it?" echoed in his mind. Suddenly, an absurd idea struck his, sending a chill down his spine.He lowered his head, bringing his ear closer to the cup's cold and damp surface. "Whoosh, whoosh." A clear and distinct breath, inhaling and exhaling, stirred the tea, akin to the life rhythm of a creature concealed beneath its fur. Yet, it carried a chilling malice, subtly vibrating with the cup."Ah... Ahem." A silent scream caught in his throat as his legs weakened. In an instant, he felt like he had been thrown into the cold, wet rain outside, with a chilling dampness enveloping his entire being, as if something had licked him all over.With a "drip," the flashlight on his phone extinguished. Trembling, he hastily turned on his phone again, and the flickering red indicator reminded him that his battery was running low. The darkness intensified his torment, and he almost expended all his strength to lower his head and frantically search for the
Lawson Wright is approaching sixty years old. He has spent half of his life working in the Special Investigation Division. He has a strong and robust physique and carries a middle-aged and elderly universal insulated cup. He drinks three cups of wolfberry tea every day and claims to look forty when he's out and about.When Wright speaks, he exudes a commanding presence. According to Zachary, he has a "confident and persuasive manner that's perfect for fooling spirits." Perhaps due to his extensive paperwork, he always likes to summarize the main points during conversations. He is known as the "master of persuasion" in the Special Investigation Division.As soon as he starts talking, Zachary, who is in the car, realizes that his nap was in vain. He tosses his phone on the mahogany table and slumps into the leather chair, fully embodying a relaxed and carefree demeanor.Lawson Wright clears his throat, sitting opposite him, inadvertently captivating him. Unable to bear seeing him lookin
"Nowadays, the so-called 'exorcists' in the market are ridiculously expensive," Zachary commented. "Considering that they specifically reached out to me, the chances of this being some kind of superstitious scam group are low. Is this mother really the victim of this mission?" "That's correct, this case is one of your assignments for this trip." "One of them? The pressure is really intense. It seems like there's a whole package waiting for me," Zachary continued, flipping through the documents. It was evident that there wasn't just one, but several peculiar incidents related to Gale Watts. The most notable one was a case from last year, also involving a disappearance, and there were some similarities. Last winter, a student went to the library to borrow books. Exhausted, he fell asleep in a corner on the top floor. That day, there was a power outage in that area of the campus, and it suddenly started pouring rain. The administrator, in a hurry to go home, didn't check properly and a
Camacho City seemed plagued by an unrelenting curse as rain continued to pour incessantly. The downpour relentlessly pounded against the window, resembling the anguished cries of tormented souls yearning for justice. It was as if they had congregated around the small temple, demanding retribution. Unsurprisingly, Zachary's sleep was haunted by nightmarish dreams. Gradually, the strange and vivid dreams faded, and he found himself awake in the middle of the night, staring blankly at the ceiling. The dark, lightless room offered an eerie and deceptive sense of security, but it couldn't dispel the biting cold of the rainy night. After collecting his thoughts, his mind slowly regained clarity. The digital alarm clock emitted a faint glow, revealing that it was 2:30 in the early morning. Zachary reached out groggily and switched on the bedside lamp. He made a phone call, but there was no response from the other end. He tried again, and it wasn't until the seventh attempt that someone an