…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.”

done, I begin to sleep with ease. Not long

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

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

I see that the monitor screen has been switched

I gradually recover

I pick up my cell phone to

F*ck!

scramble up and dash to the

I’m almost late!

up, CEO Huang will skin

only treats

no Assassin, cult, female ghost, or medium to interfere

humans, living takes the

thing needed to live is

washing up and

They don’t

in another city would always take hour-long baths in the

when I reach the staircase. I’m an assassin. I

saved me

point. If I dare go up the windowsill, they would

than tens steps at a time,

to unlock my phone and hire a car to

for transportation expenses

my request. Furthermore, he’s nearby. After I rush out of the

Perfect!

I heave a sigh of relief, I pull

“Airport.”

wearing a mask and has no habit of

what

having

at my phone again. After confirming 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

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

everything is

the process, I see

is the person I’m seeing suddenly ignoring

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