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After dinner, I went back to work while Xu Haoqing went back to work at the bureau.

He called Li Fengyun and asked him how was the situation over there.

Everything is as usual. Han Chun Sheng has been reading for a long time, and now that he has eaten, there are no guests visiting his house. As far as I can see, he hasn't even answered the phone.

"Alright, keep your guard up. I'll take over at 4: 50 in the afternoon."

"OK."

When the manager of the appliance supermarket saw me come back to work, he smiled and said, "Shu Jing, if you have anything to do, go and do it yourself. The salary will be paid, so don't worry …"

Seeing his flattering look, I thought to myself that Xu Haoqing must have grasped some weakness of his. Otherwise, he wouldn't be so polite to me.

This way, I can have the time and energy to do more meaningful things. The salary is not much, but I can maintain the daily expenses.

He stayed in the restaurant until around 4 PM, bid farewell to the chubby manager, then left the shop and took a taxi to Han Chunsheng's district to replace Li Fengyun.

The security guard still remembered me, so he didn't stop me. He smoothly entered the residential complex and parked his car. Li Fengyun was smoking as he stared at Han Chunsheng's villa in the north.

"Boss, go back and rest. Leave this place to me."

Li Fengyun nodded and pointed at his stomach, "Then I'll leave first, I'm starving to death."

"He didn't find out, did he?" I asked, looking at Han Chunsheng in the study.

Li Fengyun said, "Probably not. He's rather focused and has never looked in our direction. Then we'll do it this way. You keep watching, I'm leaving."

After he left, I took over his position and continued to stare at Han Chunsheng in the car. The telescope that Xu had given us was much better than the equipment we had used before. From this angle, I could clearly see Han Chunsheng's every move.

Han Chunsheng was sitting in his study by the window, facing south. Through the telescope, I saw his slightly wrinkled eyebrows, saw his attentive gaze, saw the Chinese Book of Records, which he was holding in his hand.

Judging from the frequency with which he turned the pages of the book, he was carefully reading the "Historical Records" in his hands. It stayed on each page for a long time, giving him a scholarly look.

After an hour or so, he stood up, put down his book, twisted his neck, looked at his watch, and left.

This number should be for dinner, right?

Looking back at the location of his restaurant, it was a room on the second floor near the north. Naturally, I wouldn't be able to see him from the south.

After some thought, I decided to get off the car and take a look.

He got off the car and walked to the north side of his house. Through the window, he saw Han Chunsheng and his wife Zhang Yingying eating together at the table.

There were four ordinary dishes on the table. They were neither extravagant nor exquisite, but the combination of meat and vegetables was reasonable.

Han Chun Sheng and Zhang Yingying sat facing each other. The two of them picked up dishes simultaneously and placed the chopsticks in the other's mouth, looking harmonious and blissful.

The two didn't eat well. Han Chunsheng spoke a few words while Zhang Yingying occasionally responded with a smile. Not long later, Han Chunsheng reached out his left hand and gently touched Zhang Yingying's face. Zhang Yingying lowered her head in shyness …

What a loving couple.

At least on the surface.

A bachelor dog like me probably couldn't understand the way these two people at the table were feeding each other instead of eating properly.

At the same time, I noticed that Han Chunsheng and the others were not in the habit of pulling the curtains. All of their movements were exposed to the field of vision of my telescope.

Perhaps they thought that the residents in such high-end residential areas were of high quality and wouldn't be bored to peep into other people's lives. Perhaps they thought that these actions were not considered private at all and were not a problem to be seen by others.

Of course, there was also the possibility that Han Chunsheng already knew that I was monitoring them. In order to show that he wasn't afraid of being watched, he openly opened the curtain and wasn't afraid of my surveillance.

It was getting late, and I was out in the dark, and the lights were on in their rooms, so I could see them clearly, and they wanted to see me, but it was hard to see.

Seeing how the couple loved to eat dinner, I could only take out the bread in my pocket and take a bite or two …

After a meal, Zhang Yingying stood up and went to another room, disappearing from his sight. Han Chunsheng, on the other hand, stood up and began to clear up the table.

Han Chun Sheng stacked the dishes together, then used a cloth to wipe the table clean. He carried the dishes to the kitchen next door, placed them in the sink, and started washing the dishes with water.

He didn't wash quickly, but he was very serious.

After about ten minutes, he finished washing the dishes and put them away before leaving the kitchen.

From tidying up the table to washing the dishes, this series of movements looked very proficient. This meant that he was also the one washing the dishes.

I didn't expect Director Han, who earns seven figures a year, to wash the dishes himself.

From this angle, I could no longer see anyone. I walked around his house and saw Zhang Yingying reading a book in his bedroom, while Han Chunsheng returned to his study.

Zhang Yingying was still reading that specialized book on engineering materials. Honestly speaking, the way she read the books was really beautiful.

In the study, Han Chunsheng returns to his former position and continues to read. He remains facing the south while I hide in the car and continue staring at him.

It was not late yet, not even eight o'clock. The sky had already turned completely dark. The light from Han Chunsheng's study shone on the bright red walls, making the atmosphere in the room somewhat strange.

Can reading a book in such an environment really get you into it?

I definitely couldn't do it. Even from so far away, I still felt an obvious sense of oppression. But Han Chunsheng, who was inside, was still enjoying it.

His study wasn't very big, but there was no problem for two or three people to read in it. Judging from today's observations, his wife, Zhang Yingying, had been in her bedroom reading the entire time and hadn't come to his study. She was probably not used to his study's bright red color either.

Although red represented passion and life, if one was really immersed in it, it would be hard to concentrate and read.

He waited until nine o'clock.

Inside the study room, Han Chunsheng put down his book and turned around to look at the ancient clock hanging on the wall behind him.

But when Han Chun Sheng looked back at the clock, his entire person had changed!

The book in his hand fell to the ground and his body began to tremble. He looked up at the red wall to the north and stood up.

I couldn't see his expression from this angle. I got out of the car and turned to the west, just in time to see the side of his face.

Han Chun Sheng's face was filled with fear, his face contorted from fear. He opened his eyes wide and pointed at the wall in front of him, as if something terrifying had appeared there.

I looked at the wall. Except for the bright red paint and the clock, there was nothing unusual about it.

On closer look, the clock's hands were pointing to a position at nine o'clock. The clock didn't look wrong at all, but Han Chunsheng's eyes weren't focused on the clock. He was looking at the whole scarlet wall under the clock.

The problem was that there was nothing wrong with the wall …

From Han Chun Sheng's reaction, I could tell that a ghost that I couldn't see had appeared on the wall. This ghost must be very ferocious, with a face full of bloody teeth.

Han Chun Sheng's mouth was wide open as he pointed at the wall, as if he was cursing or begging.

The usually gentle Han Chun Sheng was completely changed. His hair was scratched into a mess, the veins on his neck were exposed, his face distorted from fear, and his body trembled violently …

Soon, he crouched down and hid himself in a corner by the window with his hands on his head. His face was filled with pain …

I still didn't understand what had happened to him, but I knew that he must have been greatly shocked.

He couldn't just watch from the sidelines like this anymore!

He gave Xu Haoqing a call. After explaining the situation, he immediately walked towards Han Chunsheng's house.

When I hung up the phone and walked towards his house, I saw a worried Zhang Yingying appear in his study. She quickly walked to Han Chunsheng's side after entering the room, squatted down and caressed his face, but Han Chunsheng was still extremely terrified.

He pressed the doorbell and waited for a few seconds before hearing Zhang Yingying's voice, "Shujing? What are you doing here so late? "

Her voice was filled with worry and anxiety. She was worrying about Han Chunsheng.

"Hurry and open the door, I'm looking for Director Han."

After hesitating for a few seconds, Zhang Yingying's voice came from a distance away, "It's Shu Jing. Let him in?"

Without hearing Han Chunsheng's response, another ten seconds passed. The door opened and Zhang Yingying's expression was very ugly, asking me what matter I have with Han Chunsheng.

"Let's enter the house first." I pushed open the door, but Zhang Yingying didn't stop me.

"Where's Director Han?" I asked, pretending to be.

Zhang Yingying glanced at the study room and hesitantly said, "Chunsheng is reading in the study room …"

Just as he finished speaking, Han Chunsheng's voice suddenly came from inside the study, "Help …" "Don't come over here. Go away, get lost …"

His voice was so dominated by fear that it was almost impossible to tell that he was speaking.

Ignoring Zhang Yingying's reaction, I ran towards the study room and pushed open the door.

Han Chun Sheng was still curling up in a corner by the window, shivering. He covered his eyes with one hand and pointed at the wall in front of him with the other. He was insane.

"Director Han, are you alright? It's me …"

Walking up to Han Chunsheng, he squatted on the floor and shivered. I took his hand that was pointing to the wall and felt the sweat on his palm.

At the same time, he turned his head to look at the wall. Apart from the bright red paint and the clock, there was nothing abnormal on the wall.

Where were the demons and ghosts?

"Director Han, are you alright? Say something, it's me, Shu Jing …" I repeat.

Han Chun Sheng, who was being held by my hand, seemed to understand my words. He took his left hand away from his eyes and slowly opened his eyes to look at me.

His eyes were filled with fear, his body was shaking violently, his forehead was full of sweat, and the muscles on his face were all twitching.

He was greatly shocked.