Unraveling the Past

The message content was actually very simple, no need for tears or pleas, just instructing Lan Han Zhi to take care of his health, and mentioning that there were unclean individuals in the bureau, and that he hadn't tried hard enough to catch them earlier, thus allowing Lan Han Zhi to inherit a clean Bureau of Anomalous Creatures, and then bringing along a group of people from the provided document, who were the former bureau chief's subordinates.

But Yue Yuan never mentioned how he knew the former bureau chief's information, only telling Lan Han Zhi to find him and train him well.

Lan Han Zhi, at that time, looked at the document in his hand. The handsome, lazy man with indifferent almond-shaped eyes stared at the screen, thinking that this person didn't seem like he wanted to succeed as bureau chief, but rather like he wanted to cause trouble at the Bureau of Anomalous Creatures.

After several interactions, he realized that this person, though cold on the outside, was warm on the inside, not the "the sky could fall and it wouldn't concern me" type he initially thought, but rather someone who would be the first to step forward and shoulder the burden if the sky did fall.

"What are you spacing out for?" Qi Gu stretched out a hand in front of Lan Han Zhi's eyes, "If you're tired, rest a bit."

"Nothing, just reminiscing about some past events," Lan Han Zhi leaned back, lying with Qi Gu on a large, soft cushion.

Both had messy hair, relaxing their bodies in the afternoon sun, and then... for some reason, they took a nap together.

Perhaps it was also because they didn't guard against each other, feeling at ease when together.

After waking from this nap, Qi Gu's WeChat was full of messages and pictures from Mu Xing Chen, roughly 99+. Mu Xing Chen was like a careful little dog hiding all the slippers in the house, which was why Qi Gu had cleared everything online.

Qi Gu quickly scrolled through, calmly replying: "As expected."

In the afternoon, he posted on Weibo, causing those who had previously believed Wei Cai and other netizens to furiously cry foul, angrily cursing Wei Cai for twisting black into white.

Wei Cai still hadn't given up, wanting to guide public opinion towards Mu Xiao Xiang abusing power for personal gain. However, not long after, several official media channels jointly posted on Weibo about "New policies opening up for variety shows, films, and TV dramas with supernatural themes."

This time, Wei Cai was completely submerged in mud, with no way to salvage his reputation.

The major media channels hadn't expected such a drastic change for Wei Cai in one afternoon. Frightened, they hastily worked overtime to issue a notice terminating their contract with Wei Cai, while also demanding Wei Cai compensate the company for reputational damage.

Wei Cai looked at the exorbitant compensation amount in the termination notice. Before he could even catch his breath, the artists he had once bullied, demanding drinks and sexual favors to terminate contracts, all came forward, providing evidence of his wicked behavior.

In an instant, stars, directors, and wealthy young masters in the industry successively unfollowed Wei Cai, fearing that if they were slow, netizens would discover they followed Wei Cai, which would become a stain on their reputation.

Wei Cai thus lived a life worse than a rat crossing the street. The fame and fortune he had once craved completely abandoned him. To pay his debts, he sold everything he could sell, working multiple jobs every day. Occasionally, he would be recognized by people who knew his dirty deeds, forcing him to quickly find the next job, living in constant fear and anxiety. For the rest of his life, he would be crushed by the exorbitant compensation, never finding peace.

And the name Wei Cai, for a very long time afterward, was used by netizens to describe pimps, even evolving into a "meme."

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Qi Gu finished replying and put down his phone, about to take another nap, when he heard a delicate rustling sound beside him; Lan Han Zhi had woken up.

He naturally asked in a slightly hoarse voice after waking: "What do you want for dinner tonight? I'll have someone make it."

It was like a couple resting at home, spending a lazy day, discussing dinner.

Qi Gu didn't open his eyes, simply saying: "Something simple is fine. I still have some things to deal with tonight."

"Did someone ask you to handle an incident?" Lan Han Zhi asked.

"It's a Master who helped me before," Qi Gu said.

That was when Qi Gu was just in elementary school. At that time, Qi Gu was young, and the Master also didn't understand subsidy policies. Both of them had dark circles under their eyes, completely unaware that the country had so many policies to help the poor and needy, so they naturally didn't apply.

It was that Master who saw through Qi Gu's family situation and, seeing that the Master was old, helped handle the relevant procedures so that Qi Gu could live a slightly better life.

Later, every time he saw Qi Gu in the cafeteria, he would always share some of his food with Qi Gu, taking great care of him.

Qi Gu had given this Master a few peace talismans. Although the Master didn't believe in them, he knew it was Qi Gu's good intentions, so he always kept them carefully.

But just a few days ago, the peace talismans Qi Gu had given suddenly all turned to ashes, as if they had encountered an attack from an extremely terrifying vengeful ghost, all destroyed.

The grandson in the family also began to have a fever, cough, and high fever that wouldn't subside. Even the adults successively showed symptoms of discomfort. Initially, everyone thought it was an infection.

After taking medicine, everyone's condition still didn't improve.

That day, the grandson, delirious with high fever, vaguely said that he had met his grandfather, who was Qi Gu's Master's deceased husband.

The boy said that his grandfather stood by his bed every day, sometimes smiling at him with an expression he only had when he saw chocolate.

The Master worried that her grandson was delirious with fever, so she slept with him that night, and then also saw her deceased husband by the bed.

But, perhaps because the Master's expression was too startled, calling out the other's name, the ghost spoke to the Master, and the two exchanged old stories without stopping.

The Master initially felt happy, not expecting her husband to return to her side in this way, only considering her grandson's words as the judgment of someone in fear.

Until that day, when the Master went to the restroom in the middle of the night, she opened her eyes and looked directly into the eerie eyes of her husband staring at her by the pillow, seeing on "her husband's" face the expression of wanting to eat that he hadn't had time to retract, completely matching what her grandson described!

He actually wanted to eat her! Even her whole family!