Lord of the Mysteries

…Ma’am Da really has a sense of humor… It’s a good thing that my broadband company doesn’t charge based on data usage… I control the twitch in the corner of my lips and turn to look out the window.

She’s here again… A female ghost watching A Chinese Ghost Story. It feels weird…

Since she doesn’t show any malice and had pointed out the problem of the cult, while I lack the ability to fend off ghosts—Assassins aren’t capable of doing such things—I ask after some consideration, “Do you want to continue watching?”

I watched this movie a long time ago. There’s no need for me to rewatch it.

Besides, I still have to go to the airport to pick up the VIP tomorrow; I can’t stay up all night.

If I’m late or something goes wrong, I’ll definitely have my salary deducted or maybe even get fired!

Thankfully, I haven’t taken any housing loans, or bought things on credit. I don’t have any credit card payments and promissory notes to pay. Otherwise, I would’ve rejected Madam Da just now and looked for someone cheaper.

The female ghost on the glass window turns her head and looks at me.

“Will it affect your sleep?”

“Just wear headphones. Don’t worry about the light,” I answer frankly.

The female ghost nods and suddenly disappears from the window.

Then, her figure appears on the screen, almost merging with the movie scene.

At the same time, the sound of the computer speaker mutes, and the light on the screen dims.

Impressive. As expected of a female ghost… I don’t know why, but I feel that my fear of ghosts is decreasing.

Thinking back to when I was young, I was often scared out of my wits by horror movies; yet, I couldn’t help but secretly watch them, feeling both pain and happiness.

I get up, switch off the light in the room, climb into bed, pull the duvet over me, and drape it over my chest.

I close my eyes as I prepare to sleep. Vaguely, I feel like I’ve forgotten something.

A minute later, I snap awake. I open my mouth and say, “Goodnight.”

As a successor of socialism, I have to be polite even when facing female ghosts.

A few seconds later, an ethereal voice reverberates in my ears.

“Goodnight.”

with ease. Not long after,

I realize that the sky is already bright. Sunlight passes

habit, I laze in bed for a few minutes, and slowly I become conscious. I sit

been switched off. However, the computer

watching?” I gradually recover my memories from last night, like I’ve experienced a

head, I pick up my cell

F*ck!

up and dash to

I’m almost late!

I were to mess things up, CEO Huang will skin me

only treats pretty

Assassin, cult, female ghost, or medium to

humans, living takes

needed to live

minutes, I finish washing up and changing my

They don’t

he rented an apartment with in another city would always take hour-long baths

regret when I reach the staircase. I’m an assassin. I could’ve

could’ve saved me plenty

pedestrians outside at this point. If I dare go up the windowsill, they would probably call the

down the more than tens steps at a time,

even had the time to unlock my phone

claim for transportation expenses since

of the compound, a white peer-to-peer ridesharing car stops in front of

Perfect!

of relief, I

“Airport.”

wearing a mask and has no habit of striking

is what

I like having

still have time even if I encounter

of our company. He’s from the local office branch that the foreign VIP is part

Mr. Zaratulstra as his own employee will be

sure that everything is fine, I

I see

the person I’m seeing suddenly