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

up, I realize that the sky is already bright. Sunlight passes through the curtains, scattering

of habit, I laze in bed for a few minutes,

been switched

recover

I pick up my

F*ck!

and

I’m almost late!

were to mess things up, CEO Huang will skin

only treats

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

takes

the most important thing needed to live is to

finish washing up and

roommates. They always sleep late and wake up late. They don’t clash with the time when I

he rented an apartment with in another city would always take hour-long baths in the morning, making him either have

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

could’ve saved me plenty of

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

than tens steps at a time, allowing me

I even had the time to unlock my

claim for transportation expenses since it’s

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

Perfect!

relief, I pull the door

“Airport.”

wearing a mask and has no habit

what I

I like having a mute

at my phone again. After confirming that I still have time even if I encounter a

isn’t part of our company. He’s from the local office

to pick up Mr. Zaratulstra as his own employee will be responsible for

that everything is fine, I start using

the process, I

is the person I’m seeing suddenly ignoring