CHAPTER 514: CHAPTER 514 MISS SWEET POTATO

Seeing Dou Dou transform into a Yin Wind, Guan Beihai finally emerged from the corner.

He glanced in the direction from which Dou Dou said the big sister had left, hesitated for a moment, and only then headed to the bus stop.

As a JD police officer, familiarity with the city’s layout is a fundamental skill.

So when Dou Dou mentioned Tianfeng Building, he instantly knew where it was.

However, the name Red Hearts International sounded more like a financial business.

Guan Beihai changed buses several times before finally arriving at Tianfeng Building.

It wasn’t due to the distance that he had to switch buses, but because he didn’t dare to board buses crowded with people.

Upon seeing the three fires on people’s shoulders, for some reason, he thought of the eerie blue flames Dou Dou spewed, feeling they were even more dangerous and unsettling.

He wondered what kind of person Mr. Sweet Potato might be?

Not only can he communicate with ghosts but also endow them with abilities. Could he be an immortal?

Thinking this, Guan Beihai shook his head self-deprecatingly.

He is a JD police officer, having seen too much human darkness, if there truly were immortals in this world.

Then why do the wicked live freely while the righteous live in hardship and misery?

Guan Beihai stood at the bottom of Tianfeng Building, looking up at the towering structure.

Perhaps to immortals, they are high above, overlooking the Mortal World, indifferent to human good and evil.

This thought made Guan Beihai hesitate about whether to go in and see Mr. Sweet Potato.

Would he really help him?

Would there be any special requirements?

He had nothing to offer except this ghostly body to the other party.

Could it be...

His professional instincts always made him subconsciously prepare for the worst.

But does he have a choice in the present situation?

As a police officer, although always preparing for the worst, he also doesn’t lack the courage to forge ahead.

Therefore, he didn’t hesitate at all and stepped into Tianfeng Building, heading straight to the 24th floor where Red Hearts International was.

He stood outside the company, glancing inside.

Seeing the people busy working with their heads down, he curiously walked in.

Looking at the various documents and the shipping routes on the wall, he quickly realized this was a shipping company.

But who was this Potato that Dou Dou mentioned?

Guan Beihai was momentarily confused.

Then, thinking differently, he headed directly to the CEO’s office.

Because in his mind, Mr. Sweet Potato was so powerful, he couldn’t possibly be an ordinary employee—it should be the company’s CEO.

So he came straight to the CEO’s office door, but he didn’t enter recklessly.

Instead, he softly called out, "Excuse me, is Mr. Sweet Potato here?"

Yet after a long while, he heard no sound from inside.

So he thought it over, and finally cautiously walked in.

First entering the secretary’s room, finding no one inside, he proceeded further in but immediately retreated, frightened.

Because just as he entered, he saw someone sitting at the desk, earnestly busy with work.

But that wasn’t what scared him.

What truly terrified him was the three fires on the person’s shoulders. Even standing at the door, his soul felt the burning pain—the three fires were alarmingly intense.

He had been dead for so long but had never seen such fervent three fires on anyone; he dared not approach.

However, he soon suppressed his fright and cautiously entered the office, standing at the door, respectfully saying, "Hello, Miss Fan Shu, I am... Guan Beihai, sorry to disturb you."

Then...

The office remained silent, the person continued working, as if they hadn’t heard his words at all.

Guan Beihai froze, hesitated for a moment, and spoke again.

"I am Guan Beihai, sorry for the interruption."

Yet the person continued busy with their work, never even raising their head.

Guan Beihai couldn’t help but feel slightly disappointed and sighed deeply.

Indeed, immortals are not inclined to help people without reason.

He dared not approach to speak, fearing even before he got close, the three fires on the person would scorch him.

Should he go find Dou Dou to discuss it further? Guan Beihai thought.

After all, in seeking favors, even though Miss Fan Shu ignored him, he wasn’t upset. He wasn’t like a young man who, feeling slighted when others didn’t assist, grew angry.

No one in this world is obligated to help anyone else.

Thinking this, he decided to return and ask Dou Dou for further dialogue, as this was a rare opportunity he didn’t wish to give up lightly.

Just not sure whether Dou Dou would come looking for him again.

As he left, he wondered if his earlier words were heard by the other person.

The more he thought, the less confident he felt—it seemed rather unreliable.

Thinking and walking, he suddenly noticed a person standing ahead. Just as he intended to pass by, he suddenly heard the person say, "Are you the weird uncle Dou Dou mentioned?"

Guan Beihai was taken aback, looking up at the person.

He saw a tall, burly young man standing in front of him, scrutinizing him from head to toe.

The young man appeared handsome, with eyes full of vitality; under his gaze, Guan Beihai’s body stiffened and became immobile.

What surprised him even more was that the person had no three fires on their shoulders.

This was a very eerie thing—even those at death’s door would have fires on their shoulders, albeit in varying intensity.

But the person was evidently very much alive—strong and robust, emitting a masculine aura, yet not a spark was visible on his shoulders.

Just then, the glow in the person’s eyes seemed to fade a bit, allowing Guan Beihai to regain his mobility.

Frightened, he hastily paid his respects, saying, "Hello, I am Guan Beihai, I was introduced by Dou Dou, sorry to disturb you."

Shen Siyuan nodded to show understanding, then turned his gaze behind him.

Guan Beihai immediately understood his meaning and quickly explained, "I thought you were the company’s CEO, so I acted presumptively."

"Follow me,"

Shen Siyuan led the way outside, and Guan Beihai hurried to follow.

This time, Shen Siyuan didn’t head for the stairwell but went to the adjacent room where windows were open and air conditioner units were placed.

This room is dedicated to large air conditioning units, buzzing loudly and quite noisy.

Fortunately, the space is open on all sides with no obstructions, so the noise is still bearable.

Someone even placed a table tennis table inside.

"I’m Shen Siyuan," Shen Siyuan introduced himself proactively.

"Hello, Mr. Shen, I’m Guan Beihai," Guan Beihai introduced himself again.

"Dou Dou mentioned you’re a police officer?" Shen Siyuan looked him over and asked with curiosity.

"Yes, JD police," Guan Beihai said in a flat tone.

But Shen Siyuan still detected a hint of pride within, along with—melancholy?

"You mustn’t be very old."

Due to Guan Beihai’s scruffy appearance, Dou Dou had called him weird uncle, but Shen Siyuan could tell he wasn’t actually very old, likely not much older than Shen Siyuan himself.

Sure enough, he heard the man say, "I had just turned thirty when I sacrificed."

"Can you tell me about it?" Shen Siyuan asked with some curiosity.

Having not talked with anyone for a long time probably, Guan Beihai didn’t refuse, and thus started sharing his story.