When Chi Jiao answered Yan Qingqing’s call, the first thing she heard was the other party’s aggrieved voice.

“Jiaojiao, what should I do? I think I did something wrong.”

After Yan Qingqing told her what had happened, she asked gloomily, “My brother and Brother Lu don’t look too happy. Should… should I apologize to them?”

“No need. Let them settle their own issues. But don’t go to Brother Lu’s place for the time being. Wait a couple of days, and I’ll help you find out what happened.” Chi Jiao was also a little worried when she thought of the two of them.

Chi Jiao knew some of the reasons why Gong Lu and Yan Zhengchen had always refused to go on blind dates. However, there were still a lot of unknowns. It was like a misty layer of fog covering the truth.

Yan Qingqing might have stirred up some unhappiness this time, but it might not be a bad thing for Brother Chen and Brother Lu.

It was better if the two of them could settle their own matters. The rest of them couldn’t help.

Yan Qingqing sounded very relieved. “Jiaojiao, you’re the best! I’ll have to trouble you to keep an eye on this matter, then. If you have any news, you have to inform me.”

Chi Jiao agreed and hung up.

The next morning, when she and Quan Jue left the house, they saw a familiar police car parked outside.

Quan Jue stopped and watched coldly as Huo Chen alighted.

“Officer Huo, why are you here?” As Chi Jiao spoke, she didn’t realize that Quan Jue had wrapped one arm around her shoulder.

But Huo Chen noticed Quan Jue’s action and glanced at him. Their eyes met.

“I have something to discuss with Miss Chi. Can you excuse us for a moment?” Huo Chen asked Quan Jue politely.

Quan Jue curled his lips and spat out, “No.”

“Brother Quan can come with us. Officer Huo, Brother Quan is not an outsider. If you have anything to say, you can say it in front of him,” Chi Jiao replied matter-of-factly.

Disappointment flashed across Huo Chen’s eyes. He invited them to get into the car and brought them to a nearby coffee shop.

In the coffee shop, Chi Jiao pulled Quan Jue to sit down. “Officer Huo, please keep it short.”

“I’m looking for you because there was a murder case on Bar Street last night. The victim’s name is Zhou Qiang.” With that, Huo Chen took out a document and handed it to her.

“Take your time to read case information later. Let me give you a rough explanation first. The victim, Zhou Qiang, is 22 years old. He was a famous hooligan on Bar Street. The cause of his death was extreme fear,” Huo Chen said.

“This manner of death is exactly the same as the two people who died at our school,” Quan Jue said indifferently.

Chi Jiao flipped through the information and saw Zhou Qiang’s last photo. His eyes were wide open as if he had died with a lingering grievance. His facial features were twisted with deep fear as if he had seen an extremely terrifying scene right before dying.

“In all three cases, the victims were scared to death. This can’t be a coincidence. Officer Huo, are you suspecting that this was done by an Esper?” Chi Jiao stared at him.

Huo Chen’s expression was serious as he nodded. “These three cases happened one after another. The victims died in the same manner. This is so strange. They can’t possibly be accidental deaths.”