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.”

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

the sky is already bright.

laze in bed for a few minutes,

has been switched off. However, the

gradually recover my

pick up my cell phone to check the

F*ck!

up and dash to

I’m almost late!

were to mess things up, CEO Huang will

only treats pretty girls

there’s no Assassin, cult, female

living takes

needed to live is

washing up and changing my

They always sleep late and wake up late. They don’t clash with the time when I need to use the bathroom. They don’t delay my getting to

Deng had said before that the person he rented an apartment with in another city would always take hour-long baths in the morning, making him either have

the staircase. I’m an assassin. I could’ve jumped from

could’ve saved me plenty

If I dare go up

jump down the more than tens steps at

time to unlock my phone and hire a car to send me

for

luck isn’t bad. Very soon, someone takes my request. Furthermore, he’s nearby. After I rush out of the compound, a white peer-to-peer

Perfect!

I pull the door open and

“Airport.”

The driver is wearing a mask and has no habit of striking up a

is what I

like I like having a mute for my

if I encounter a traffic jam,

company. He’s from the

his own employee will be responsible for it. However, CEO Huang still sent me to receive him to show

everything is fine, I start

I see

I’m seeing suddenly ignoring