Wait, How Did My Digital Girlfriend Become a Sword Immortal?

Chapter 88: So, Does He Know or Not?!

Chapter 88: So, Does He Know or Not?!

"Check my phone?"

Chen Huai’an blinked in confusion. Shrugging, he exited his game and handed the phone over to the bearded man.

He didn’t have anything shady on his phone—so what was there to hide?

Besides, he assumed this was just part of the interrogation process.

A righteous man feared nothing. And he, as someone so upright it was borderline suspicious, had nothing to worry about.

The bearded man, Luo Saihu, casually flipped through the phone.

Sure enough, the screen displayed content normally—it wasn’t shrouded in darkness like it had been in Chen Huai’an’s hands.

‘Looks like this really is a bound spiritual artifact. This kid’s luck is off the charts.’

Internally, Luo Saihu confirmed his suspicions.

Outwardly, he pretended to inspect the phone for a bit longer before handing it back.

"Hey, turns out it’s the same brand as mine," he commented offhandedly. "Though, it looks like the battery drains pretty fast. I’ll probably have to replace mine soon."

"Right?!" Chen Huai’an immediately resonated with this complaint. "Mine dies so fast too. If I could change it, I would. Ugh…"

Luo Saihu narrowed his eyes.

The phone’s screen was clearly visible just now.

But the moment it returned to Chen Huai’an’s hands, it became fogged over again.

And more importantly—what did he just say?

"If I could change it?"

That implied he wanted to replace it, but couldn’t for some reason.

That confirmed it.

This phone was a bound spiritual artifact!

Forget the demon in the hotel room—just the fact that Chen Huai’an himself was in possession of this artifact made him a prime target for recruitment.

"By the way, Huai’an, I stopped by your hotel earlier," Luo Saihu smoothly changed the topic. "That charm on your door—where’d you get it? Looks pretty authentic."

"Oh, that?" Chen Huai’an scratched his head, laughing. "I stuck it on for fun. It’s an in-game item."

"An in-game item?"

"Yeah! Super realistic, right? I even did an experiment to see if it worked. Too bad it’s just some nerdy nonsense, haha!"

‘Bingo.’ Luo Saihu’s mind clicked.

The game, the phone, and the charms—

Everything lined up.

When he had checked Chen Huai’an’s phone earlier, there had been no game installed.

And this guy’s phone was too clean—not even a single photo in his gallery.

Those charms were real, but he clearly didn’t know how to use them properly.

The Tianmen Mountain Wolf Demon incident had likely been triggered by one of those charms activating automatically.

That also explained why the demon in the hotel room didn’t dare step outside—

It was trapped by the charms.

Everything made sense now.

Still, there was a problem.

Chen Huai’an was too difficult to classify.

And how much should he be told about the reality of the world?

Unlike that sword-wielding teenager from before—who was blatantly overpowered and hard to handle—

Chen Huai’an himself didn’t seem to have any combat ability.

Instead, he was just the key to activating his spiritual artifact.

But Luo Saihu wasn’t about to let go of such a valuable asset.

Looking at this easily deceived college student, Luo Saihu debated for a moment—

Then, he couldn’t resist the urge to recruit him.

Clearing his throat, he said,

"Ahem, Huai’an, my man—those charms of yours really interest me."

"Not gonna lie, I love collecting stuff like that. So… would you be willing to sell me some?"

"You want to buy my charms?"

Chen Huai’an squinted at Luo Saihu in suspicion.

An ordinary decorative charm… and this guy wanted to buy it?

That was weird.

"But mine are all crumpled…"

"Oh, that’s fine, that’s fine!" Luo Saihu quickly reassured him. "I’m more interested in their cultural significance. Doesn’t matter if they’re wrinkled!"

He flashed a sincere smile.

Chen Huai’an only became more suspicious.

If he was really studying cultural history, would he seriously want crumpled charms?

Something isn’t right.

Narrowing his eyes, he decided to test the waters.

"I don’t even know how to price them," he said casually. "Why don’t you make an offer?"

Luo Saihu hesitated.

"Uh… 1,000 yuan?"

Chen Huai’an stared silently at him.

His heart skipped a beat.

Was he being too stingy?

"Fine! 10,000 yuan!" Luo Saihu quickly corrected. "I really like them!"

Chen Huai’an still didn’t speak.

Something was off.

A guy who seemed to be a law enforcement officer had suddenly stopped interrogating him and was now fixated on his charms?

This was beyond suspicious.

Could it be… that these charms were actually useful?

Had he been using them wrong this whole time?

Luo Saihu gritted his teeth and raised his offer again.

"100,000 yuan! That’s my limit!"

At this point, even he wasn’t sure anymore—

Did Chen Huai’an actually know the charms’ true value?

Or was he just messing with him?

"Deal!"

Chen Huai’an’s face lit up with a bright smile.

As soon as the money hit his account, he slapped a charm onto Luo Saihu’s hand.

Luo Saihu flinched.

His knees nearly buckled.

Because in his hand was a thunder talisman—a charm capable of summoning lightning from the heavens.

If it activated, he would be instantly electrocuted.

Fortunately, nothing happened.

Luo Saihu let out a silent sigh of relief.

"Huai’an, buddy… got any more? Could you sell me a few extra?"

He hoped to buy multiple—

One to submit to HQ, one to study, and a few for personal use.

But Chen Huai’an simply shook his head.

"I like these charms a lot myself. Maybe I’ll sell you more in the future."

Luo Saihu had no choice but to give up for now.

Outside the police station, Luo Saihu and Chen Huai’an parted ways.

Before leaving, Luo Saihu handed him a card.

"Huai’an, if you ever run into anything strange, come find me at this address."

Chen Huai’an glanced at the card—

It featured a bikini-clad woman with a list of "services."

[Student models, office ladies, home visits—satisfaction guaranteed! Call now: xxxxxxxx]

"Oops, wrong one."

Luo Saihu awkwardly retrieved it and replaced it with another.

[Dragon Soar Internet Café – 24/7 Operation! Featuring RTX 9080 GPUs, private booths, and VIP rooms! Address: xxxxxxxx]

Chen Huai’an: "…"

So this guy wasn’t a high-ranking officer—he was an internet café owner?

No.

This was too suspicious.

He clearly had the authority to dismiss the police and let him go.

That meant the internet café was just a cover identity.

"Got it," Chen Huai’an said smoothly, slipping the card into his pocket with an unreadable smile.

Then, without another word, he flagged down a taxi.

His phone was dying, and he needed to head back to the hotel to charge it.

He also needed to start looking for a new place to stay.

Luo Saihu watched the taxi drive away and scratched his head in frustration.

What was with that meaningful look just now?

Did Chen Huai’an actually know what was going on?

Or was he completely clueless?

He groaned, running his hands through his hair.

"So, does he actually know how to use the charms or not?!"