[Quick Transmigration] Heartthrob and Cthulhu Love Daily

"Sit, what are you doing standing?" Zhitao put her hands on the black chair and spoke to Officer Hu who was standing in front of her.

After hearing this, Police Officer Hu put away the presents he had brought, and then sat down. After he sat down, he didn't speak, but looked at the people sweeping the floor in the distance.

Zhitao saw Officer Hu carrying a gift box just now, but he didn't expect it to be for him. He raised his eyes and glanced at the gift, and asked softly, "Why did you bring something?"

Officer Hu rubbed his hands, his ears turned red, Zhitao saw Officer Hu's expression, he understood, he caressed the ring calmly, and did not continue to ask, "Why did you come to me today?"

He leaned back and asked relaxedly, "Is it because of that notebook?"

Hearing this, Police Officer Hu nodded in response, and said in a low voice, "We have looked for people through that book, but we still haven't found any effective clues."

Zhitao didn't show a disappointed expression, but just sighed softly, "The evil god eats people, how can humans find its traces."

Police Officer Hu looked back at him, and his childish eyes stared at the diamond ring quietly. The arc of the side face and long and dense eyelashes formed a harmonious scene, like lotus and dewdrops, which complement each other beautifully.

Police Officer Hu's gaze was like a butterfly stuck to a net, trying to escape but sinking deeper and deeper. Finally, he forced himself to look away, and pretended to be calm and said, "There are no ghosts and gods in this world, there must be someone making trouble."

Zhitao just shook her head. Although the clues were sent to the police, the investigation was still not that simple. After all, the role of humans in ghosts and gods is really limited.

He once found a book in Mr. Jiang's house, if it wasn't for a coincidence, Zhi Tao would not have found that book.

The book is very old, and it contains detailed descriptions of the host and sacrifices of the God of Cookery sacrifice, and the sacrifice process has been described in detail.

People need to deliver the sacrifices to the temple before [-]:[-] in the morning. The sacrifices need to be tied to the wood with red strings to prevent them from breaking free, and they are tied all day long.

This bloody and vague description is shocking, but what shocked Zhitao the most was the God of Cookery records on it, densely packed with names, followed by ages, the youngest was only one year old, and the oldest was only five years old.

And among the names of the densely packed sacrificial offerings, the Jiang family's name would occasionally be mixed in. According to Zhitao's speculation, this name should be the previous Jiang family's head, because he also saw Mr. Jiang's name on it.

Basically, every Patriarch will be followed by dozens of names, which also proves that each Patriarch has at least dozens of lives in his hands, just for this sacrifice.

But to Zhitao's surprise, there was no name under Mr. Jiang, that is to say, Mr. Jiang didn't intend to perform the God of Cookery sacrifice at the beginning, but he gave up in the end for some reason.

Perhaps because she was afraid of the gods' revenge, Zhitao thought about what Mr. Jiang said that day, but she always felt that she had overlooked something.

For example, as he tapped on the wooden chair, a strange question came to his mind, why was the Patriarch of the Jiang family used for the sacrifice?

"We will continue to investigate."

Zhitao withdrew from her thoughts and looked at Police Officer Hu who was sitting next to him. Officer Hu noticed his gaze and said quickly, "Don't worry, we will definitely give you an explanation."

He confessed that he could always hear this word during this period of time, and it seemed that as long as the matter was investigated clearly, it would be able to soothe the living's memory of the dead.

But it was obviously useless, he still resented because of grief, Zhitao put his hand on the gift box given by Police Officer Hu, turned his head and asked him: "What's your name?"

"My name is Hu Buyu." He replied nervously, subconsciously straightened his back, rubbed his hands underneath, and turned his eyes from the sweeper back to Zhitao.

Hu Buyu came here during idle working hours. He didn't wear normal work clothes, but simply put on a white short-sleeved pair with dark jeans underneath. He looked cramped like a fresh graduate.

Zhitao leaned lazily on the back of the chair, because she was drinking tea just now, her lips were rarely red, like smashed rose petals, Hu Buyu's nose seemed to be lingering with the aroma of roses.

Very sweet and very light, he subconsciously took a deep breath.

Zhitao laughed, the scent became more and more obvious, he exhaled, and said softly: "What a strange name."

Hu Buyu's face became more and more red, as if he was afraid that others would not see his thoughts, he licked his lips and asked in a low voice: "What's wrong with this name?"

Zhitao reached out to take a sip of the hot tea, the hot steam covered everything in front of his eyes, like his dusty mood, he called: "Officer Hu."

His voice was full of honey, but his words were like the needles of bees, "Go away, don't come if you have nothing to do."

Hu Buyu paused holding his teacup in the air, and met Shang Zhitao's penetrating eyes, he could clearly see the unspeakable thoughts in the man's heart, he curled his mouth, but there was no smile in his eyes, "Understood? ?”

Hu Buyu finally left, Zhitao closed his eyes, and casually told Jiang Tong: "If there is nothing important in the future, don't let him come."

Jiang Tong complied obediently, his eyes rolled between them, like a round wheel, with a child's unique cunning, he knew that Zhitao was not in a good mood recently, and he was learning how to keep a balance between pleasing and playing bad .

Now it seems he succeeded.

Zhitao pressed her head lightly, and said sleepily: "If someone comes to me later, just say that I am resting, and you can take care of me."

He didn't sleep well last night, so he decided to go to sleep first. Anyway, there was nothing to do at Jiang's house. After Zhitao finished speaking, he looked at Jiang Tong. The child stood upright, with a serious expression on his immature face. His expression softened, "Thank you for your hard work."

Jiang Tong smiled and shook his head.

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Recently, Zhitao can always dream about her wedding day.

He and Jiang Wenhao had a grand wedding, which perfectly fit Zhitao's imagined wedding, and it was also the best day of his life.

They chose a green lawn for their wedding, with a round white table in the middle, and a small door made of white balloons and flowers in the front, which is very beautiful. The children surrounded the balloon, waiting for it to fall down by itself. .

Zhitao stood in place in a black dress, with a pure white rose pinned to the right chest of the dress, his hair combed back, revealing a smooth forehead.

"Okay, now welcome another debut—!"

The master of ceremonies raised the microphone and said loudly. After hearing this, Zhitao's eyes stayed on the door, her heart seemed to be hung by a thin rope, expecting to be lifted infinitely.

Until Jiang Wenhao, dressed in the same dress, arrived, his face was full of uncontrollable joy, but he seemed to have a premonition of something coming, which made his facial expression very serious, and he refused to laugh casually. The emotions he showed made childish Tao also tensed up unprecedentedly.

"Would you like to be with me forever?"

Zhitao still remembers the broken words and sentences when his teeth collided, and his pair of sparkling eyes, which seemed to seal this summer forever.

He likes this summer, likes this gaze, likes the man in front of him, so he stretches out his hand and declares solemnly: "I am willing."

After the words fell, the crowd cheered, and the salute was fired. Zhitao remembered the dizzy joy, the hot summer air, and Jiang Wenhao's tears.

He was like a child who wept with joy after being praised, crying so naturally and full of emotion, Zhitao just looked at him like that.

See him cry, see him laugh.

In the end, I saw him dissipate.

Like a rewinding film, everything is passing by quickly, and finally returns to the darkest beginning, and no more colors can be released.

"Are you coming?"

"Would you like to be with me forever?"

"Peach."

Jiang Wenhao was gone, so he woke up from the dream.

Zhitao opened her eyes, in the empty house, there was only the sound of the windows being shaken by the wind, creaking, creaking, it was making noises like complaints.

He suddenly felt very tired. He wanted to go back to the original city. Although he would inevitably meet people with malicious intentions, he still wanted to go back.

Go back to the city where you got married, go back to the place where you started, and continue to operate the company he and Jiang Wenhao opened instead of staying here.

So he went to Jiang's father, because he planned to live in Jiang's house, Jiang's father and Jiang's mother moved in Jiang's bedroom, so Zhitao easily found Jiang's father in the house.

Father Jiang was sitting in the house resting, and when he saw Zhitao coming, he nodded silently at him, looking like a dull gourd.

Zhitao didn't sit down, and asked straight to the point: "Do you want the Jiang family?"

Father Jiang didn't expect that he was talking about this, and his eyes opened quite a bit, as if he was startled by him. Father Jiang asked after a while: "What do you mean by that?"

"I want to hand over the Jiang family to you." This is the conclusion that Zhitao has come to after observing during this period of time. Although there are many Jiang families, there are only a few who are the real masters. Among them, only Father Jiang has the ability to manage the Jiang family. .

Father Jiang's Adam's apple was rolling, as if he wanted to say something, but he swallowed the words again. He could only stare at the tablecloth in silence, and put his hands tightly on the table.

Seeing his appearance, Zhitao turned and left, and when she was about to step out of the room, Father Jiang's voice came from inside: "I want it."

He turned his head to look at Father Jiang, who stared straight at him, and repeated again: "I want the Jiang family."

Zhitao rested his hand on the door frame, the sunlight stretched his shadow into the house, and shone on Jiang's father's face. Emotions can be seen clearly.

Ever since Jiang's father helped him handle the Jiang family's affairs, he has been keenly aware of Jiang's father's plot against the Jiang family, at least Jiang's father is not as calm and breezy as it appears on the surface.

Otherwise, how could he become the principal of the middle school in the town.

It's a strange thing that Jiang's father, who is a complete utilitarian, has a son who can be called a great benevolent person. Zhitao stepped out of the door and didn't continue to think about it after leaving.

He has no mood to manage the Jiang family, and the character of outsiders has nothing to do with him, so it will not hinder him.

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