Quick Travel: Save the poor little villain

The hotel's business suites are spacious and comfortable.

Liang Yanze had just put his luggage away and closed the door when a slightly cold body pressed against his back.

Jinchen wrapped his arms around his waist, rested his chin on his shoulder, and his cold lips couldn't wait to find his neck and kissed him closely and closely.

Liang Yanze relaxed his body and leaned back into his arms, and the fatigue from a day of running around seemed to be relieved a lot.

He tilted his head slightly and asked, "Are you hungry? Want something to eat?"

Now that Jinchen can also obtain energy from human food, Liang Yanze has become accustomed to eating with him.

Jinchen shook his head and rubbed his head against his neck, "I'm not hungry."

Then they continued to kiss each other, as if they wanted to make up for the few hours they had been apart.

After kissing for a while, he suddenly raised his head and looked at Liang Yanze with gray eyes, as if complaining.

"From the time I got on the plane to the time I got off the hotel, 13 people peeked at me, and 7 more tried to chat me up and ask for my contact information."

Liang Yanze was a little drowsy from his kiss. He blinked blankly when he heard the words, "...Really? How come I don't know."

"I scared them all back." Jinchen said in a flat tone.

The specific method is unknown, but the effect is significant.

Liang Yanze: "..."

When I imagined that scene, I felt a little amused and helpless.

He raised his hand and touched Jinchen's soft black hair, "Okay... Let me take a nap for a while, I still have a lot to do tonight."

Socializing is often more exhausting than work, and even a workaholic like Liang Yanze has to admit it.

"Okay." Jinchen was very obedient this time. He stopped making trouble for him and held him in his arms, falling into the soft big bed. He patted his back gently from time to time, like coaxing a child.

"Then go to sleep."

In this familiar and reassuring atmosphere, Liang Yanze quickly relaxed and fell into a light sleep.

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At night, the lights come on and the neon lights flicker.

Liang Yanze and Zhao Xitang met in the hotel lobby, accompanied by a young secretary who was responsible for record keeping and coordination. The driver had already parked the car at the door and was waiting.

The three of them got in the car, which merged smoothly into the night traffic and headed towards the restaurant they had booked.

The atmosphere in the car was quite relaxed. Zhao Xitang and Liang Yanze were talking in low voices in the back seat, discussing some details that needed to be paid attention to when meeting in the evening.

Jin Chen disappeared and sat bored in the empty seat next to Liang Yanze, his gray pupils staring at the colorful lights passing by quickly outside the window without any focus.

After driving for about ten minutes, the driver, who had been driving silently the entire time, suddenly spoke nervously, his voice hesitant, "Mr. Zhao, Assistant Liang... there seems to be a car behind us. It's been following us since we left the hotel."

The relaxed conversation in the car came to an abrupt halt, and the secretary in the passenger seat looked back in fright.

Liang Yanze and Zhao Xitang turned around at the same time and looked through the rear window.

Sure enough, an ordinary black car was following behind, neither too far nor too close, keeping a fixed distance.

Jinchen's mist condensed slightly, and his gray pupils turned to the back, [Who?]

Ling rolled over on his shoulder and yawned.

【This is the person invited by the love obstacle! 】

Jinchen: [……]

It’s this lingering protagonist again.

He whispered to Liang Yanze, "I'll go and take a look."

As soon as he finished speaking, a wisp of very light black mist penetrated the gap in the car window and merged into the night.

Liang Yanze's heart tightened and he looked back worriedly, but he could see nothing.

Zhao Xitang looked solemn and immediately took out his phone, "I'll contact the traffic control department here."

He then instructed the driver, "Old Chen, be careful, try to get away from it, and drive to the main road with more traffic."

"Okay, Mr. Zhao!"

In the black car behind, the driver was wearing a Bluetooth headset and reporting in a low voice.

"...Yes, they're still following me. They seem to have spotted me and sped up... Don't worry, I know this road well, I'll definitely be able to follow them... Eh?"

Before he could finish his words, he suddenly felt as if his eyes were covered with a thick, lingering haze. The originally clear road and the taillights of the vehicles in front became blurred and distorted.

The target vehicle that was just being closely followed suddenly evaporated and disappeared into the thick fog.

"What the hell!" The driver was startled and slammed on the brakes. He subconsciously reached out to rub his eyes, thinking he was dazzled.

He hurriedly tried to turn on the high beam, but just as his finger touched the switch, his movement suddenly stopped.

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

At some point, a person quietly appeared in the passenger seat.

A man in a long black coat.

His skin was cold and pale, almost transparent in the dim light inside the car. His gray pupils stared at him, and the corners of his crimson lips were curved in an extremely strange, almost half-smile.

"Ahhhhhh! Ghost! Ghost!!!"

The driver was so frightened that his soul was about to be shattered. His heart suddenly tightened and he let out an incoherent scream. He subconsciously slammed the steering wheel.

boom! ! !

The vehicle lost control and crashed into the guardrail on the side of the road, making a loud noise.

The front of the car caved in instantly, the airbag deployed, and the driver was knocked dizzy but not seriously injured.

The harsh brake sounds and collisions attracted the traffic police patrolling nearby, who quickly rushed to the scene.

The traffic police had just dragged the frightened driver, whose legs and feet were weak, out of the deformed driver's seat when they saw the death god, crawling and pointing at the passenger seat and screaming incoherently.

"Ghost! There's a ghost in the car! A black one! A ghost wearing black clothes! He's smiling at me!!"

The traffic policeman looked into the car in confusion. The passenger seat was empty, with nothing but the exploded airbag.

"Sir, calm down. Are you hallucinating because you were frightened by the car accident?" the traffic police tried to comfort him.

"It's not an illusion! There really is a ghost! He spoke! He asked me questions!" The driver was so scared that his whole body was shaking like a sieve, his eyes were vacant, as if his spirit had collapsed.

He seemed to have remembered something extremely terrifying, and suddenly grabbed the traffic policeman's arm, shouting with tears streaming down his face.

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

The traffic police officer, already preparing to use a breathalyzer, immediately asked, "What do you want to report?"

"Report myself! I am going to do bad things! I am a bad person!!" the driver shouted hysterically, as if only in this way could he get rid of the fear.

Traffic police: “???”

Jinchen, who was hiding aside, watched the scene expressionlessly and nodded with satisfaction.

Well, the effect is good.

Then, driven by extreme fear, the driver spilled the beans, revealing his plan to accidentally follow and hit the car in front, as if he was being instructed to do so. He also revealed the name of Ye Lu, the person who instructed him, and the transfer records.

The traffic police's expression changed from confusion to shock, and then to seriousness. He immediately called for support and took the driver under control.

Jinchen then felt that it was about time. He brushed off the non-existent dust on his body and prepared to leave to find his wife.

His figure quietly gathered at the edge of the chaotic accident scene, and then silently merged into the crowd coming and going on the street.

The neon lights cast changing shadows on his cold, pale face. The traffic was bustling and noisy, and everything was filled with the atmosphere of human life.

He took a step forward, preparing to follow the connection between him and Liang Yanze to find the place.

Suddenly, the footsteps stopped.

Jinchen subconsciously raised his hand and pressed his forehead. A faint blue light flashed in the depths of his gray pupils, which always lacked human emotions.