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.”

I begin to sleep with ease. Not long after, I fall into

realize that the sky is already bright. Sunlight passes through the curtains, scattering across my

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

the monitor screen has been switched off. However, the computer hasn’t

recover my memories from last night,

up my cell phone

F*ck!

and dash

I’m almost late!

things up, CEO

only treats pretty

no Assassin, cult, female ghost, or medium

living takes the

most important thing needed to

minutes, I finish washing up and changing my

have to thank my two roommates. They always sleep late and wake up late. They don’t clash with the

baths in the morning, making him either have to

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

saved me plenty of

must be a lot of pedestrians outside at this point. If I dare go up the windowsill, they

another thought, I jump down the more than tens steps at a time, allowing me to quickly reach

unlock my phone and hire a car to send

for transportation expenses

my request. Furthermore, he’s nearby. After I rush out of the compound, a white peer-to-peer ridesharing car stops in front of me in less than a

Perfect!

a sigh of relief, I pull the door open and

“Airport.”

driver is wearing a mask and has no habit

what

having a mute for

phone again. After confirming that I still have time even if I encounter a traffic jam, I call the chauffeur and

our company. He’s from the local office branch that

pick up Mr. Zaratulstra as his own employee will be responsible for it. However, CEO Huang still sent me to

sure that everything is fine, I start using my

process, I

the person I’m seeing suddenly ignoring