…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.”

ease. Not long after, I fall into

I wake up, I realize that the sky is already bright. Sunlight

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

monitor screen has been switched off. However, the computer

gradually recover my memories from last night, like I’ve experienced a

up my cell phone to check the

F*ck!

and

I’m almost late!

to mess things up, CEO

treats

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

humans, living takes the

the most important thing needed

up and changing my clothes. I

late and wake up late. They don’t clash with the time when

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

reach the staircase. I’m an assassin. I

saved me plenty

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

more than tens steps at a time, allowing me to

unlock my phone and hire a

make a claim for transportation expenses since

I rush out of the compound, a white peer-to-peer ridesharing car stops in front of me in less

Perfect!

relief, I

“Airport.”

a mask and

is what I

like having a mute for

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

driver isn’t part of our company. He’s from the local office branch that the foreign VIP is

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

making sure that everything is fine, I

I see a joke

the person I’m seeing suddenly ignoring

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