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 deep

already bright. Sunlight passes

few minutes, and slowly I become conscious.

instinctively, I see that the monitor screen has been switched off.

recover

my head, I pick up my cell phone to check

F*ck!

up and dash to

I’m almost late!

things up, CEO Huang will skin

treats pretty

that moment, there’s no Assassin, cult, female ghost, or medium to interfere

humans, living takes

needed to live is

minutes, I finish washing up and changing my clothes. I rush

thank my two roommates. They always sleep late and wake up late. They don’t

would always take hour-long baths in the morning, making him either have to wake

I reach the staircase. I’m an assassin.

could’ve saved me plenty

I dare go up the windowsill, they would probably call the cops. That would only

the more than tens steps at a time, allowing

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

make a claim for transportation expenses since it’s

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 ridesharing car stops in front

Perfect!

sigh of relief, I pull the door open and

“Airport.”

mask and has no habit of

what I

I like having a mute for my

that I still have time even if I encounter a traffic jam, I call the chauffeur and confirm that he’s on his

from the local office branch that the foreign VIP is part

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

sure that everything is fine, I start using

the process, I see a joke

I’m