The woman in the ancient skirt appeared, and the middle-aged policeman looked at her calmly, but she never looked away.

Chen Hao looked at the middle-aged policeman, then at the woman in the ancient skirt, with a meaningful smile on his face, and said, "Brother, this is the special ghost you are talking about, right? What's the relationship between you two? Could it be that you like it but dare not confess your love."

The middle-aged man came back to his senses and hurriedly said, "Fellow Taoist, don't talk nonsense, I and it are not you..."

Before he could finish his words, the woman in the ancient skirt flashed and disappeared, appeared again, and was already in the hearse.

It stood beside the middle-aged policeman, with a look of concern on his face and said, "Yuan'er, why are you injured? Who did it? Tell me, I'll help you cut him."

Chen Hao: “…”

The middle-aged policeman was a little embarrassed and said dryly: "I'm fine, you, don't worry."

"Why don't I care? You are my son. I don't care who you care about? Who did it?" said the woman in the ancient skirt, looking at Chen Hao.

Chen Hao raised his eyebrows and smiled without saying a word.

The middle-aged policeman hurriedly said, "Don't make trouble, this is my friend, let's talk about it when we go back."

The woman in the ancient skirt then looked much more relaxed, and then nodded and said, "Okay, listen to Yuan'er, let's go back first. Who will drive faster? Will you step on the accelerator? If you don't, I'll drive it."

Faceless driver: "…"

Chen Hao looked at the middle-aged policeman with a strange look.

The middle-aged policeman replied to Chen Hao's helpless look.

Afterwards, a series of actions of the woman in the ancient skirt broke Chen Hao's first impression of it.

It asked various questions, wanted to hug black cats and roosters, and teased the ghost kids. Their words and actions were completely opposite to the fairy temperament displayed in ancient skirts. Finally, when the ghost kids couldn't stand this fairy goblin and the black cat wanted to get angry, the hearse arrived at the middle-aged policeman's home.

Then, the middle-aged policeman sent the woman in the ancient skirt to have a midnight snack, then looked at Chen Hao and sighed: "Fellow Taoist, don't get me wrong. I'm not his son. I just made it like this by accident. Now I don't know what to do."

Chen Hao raised his eyebrows and asked, "What is its origin?"

The middle-aged policeman briefly explained.

It turns out that the origin of the woman in the ancient skirt is that even the woman in the ancient skirt herself does not know. One day about six years ago, the middle-aged policeman found a portrait during an anti-smuggling.

The portrait was originally a woman with an ancient skirt with her arms rounded and seemed to be holding something. The woman was so beautiful that she attracted the middle-aged policeman she saw for the first time. She felt her heart beating and could not extricate herself. As a result, he was so sensible that he was accidentally pierced by a thin pin, bleeding, and contaminated the portrait. Then the woman in the portrait walked out and regarded the middle-aged policeman as her son. No matter how she persuaded and explained it, she lived with the middle-aged policeman.

Fortunately, the middle-aged policeman is a subordinate of the R&D department, and he has devoted his life and has never gotten married. Otherwise, if a woman is portrayed, a war will break out.

After hearing this, Chen Hao was a little stunned.

This is really a world of wonders. The portraits can become human!

If you think about it carefully, it seems to be true.

Although this woman is not human, her aura is different from that of ordinary ghosts. It has an aura similar to incense, as if she has been worshipped and has become spiritual.

"This is a sacrifice to the spirit." At this moment, the faceless driver suddenly spoke.

Chen Hao looked at it curiously: "Sacrifice? What's special?"

The faceless driver said: "Accepting people to worship is not faith, but because of what you want. The object of worship will be worshiped over time. Over time, there will be a spirit, and then form a spirit that cannot reach the gods but is not ordinary, which is a spirit sacrifice. According to what you just said, I think this should be a virtual image that someone deliberately outlined a long time ago for people to worship, and then achieve a certain purpose. Similar to the previous White Lotus Holy Mother, the Unborn Old Mother, etc.."

The middle-aged policeman was stunned and hurriedly said, "Then why does it think I am its son? This is too nonsensical, right?"

The faceless driver said, "When you saw the portrait, was it the image of a beautiful mother holding a baby?"

The middle-aged policeman shook his head and said, "It seems like he is holding it, but there is nothing in his arms."

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The middle-aged policeman was stunned.

This sounds very reasonable.

In other words, I just replaced the identity of a little baby! I was paralyzed and finally found the reason for being called my son.

"So it's this kind of thing. Fellow Taoist is very blessed." Chen Hao said with a smile.

The middle-aged policeman said angrily: "What's the good fortune of this? I don't want to be his son, I..."

"Do you want to be his husband?" Chen Hao answered, with a joking tone.

The middle-aged policeman said embarrassedly: "What are you saying about fellow Taoist? Okay, since I'm home, I'll arrange accommodation for fellow Taoist."

As he said that, he got off the hearse first.

Chen Hao looked at him down, turned around and looked at the faceless driver and said, "There should be a sense between this child-giant and the lost little baby?"

The faceless driver said, "This is not necessarily the case. It depends on how the little baby was lost. If it is an accident, it will be a problem if it is taken away by someone deliberately, so just use some tricks and seal the perception. The world is so big that it is impossible to find it."

Chen Hao nodded and pondered without saying a word.

Afterwards, Chen Hao lived at the middle-aged policeman's house. Soon after, two men in their thirties came over and were introduced by the middle-aged policeman, and only then did he realize that it was the escort monks of this supernatural research base.

Chen Hao didn't take it easy. After meeting him with a smile, he chatted and became familiar with him quickly.

While chatting here, the ghost kids got out of the hearse and were curiously wandering around this area where the same kind of people were everywhere.

To ensure their safety, the faceless driver drove the hearse behind them. The black cat was dozing off and the rooster was watching movies.

Just as the hearse was turning, the black cat suddenly raised its head, meowed, and looked to the side.
Chapter completed!