Lord of the Mysteries

Translator: CKtalon

I honestly inform Mr. Policeman about my suspicions of the company next door. After all, this company has existed since before I was employed at my present company. To be able to remain hidden for so many years meant that they knew how to hide the evidence and cover up their tracks.

Also, I actually can’t prove that the company next door is involved in a pyramid scheme.

Strange costumes and eccentric behavior are never valid charges.

The reason I called the police was because I was worried about Mr. A’s safety. He had eaten that mutated mushroom man. Who knew what would happen if he waited a little while. It wasn’t as though I could monitor him and resolve the problem in time.

As for whether the police could solve anything that involved supernatural events, I’m quite confident.

This is a result of simple deduction through logic.

The medium who’s good at exorcism, Madam Dai, is Officer Deng’s fiancée;

The police department collaborator, Old Neil, is also sensitive to ghosts and obviously has a solution for dealing with them;

The mysterious cult that Officer Deng reminded me to watch out for can create extraordinary beings.

Based on these points, it’s easy to conclude that the police have a deeper understanding of supernatural powers.

Since they have a deeper understanding, they definitely wouldn’t lack the strength and solutions to deal with it.

Putting away my phone, I glance sideways at the company next door that’s still “normal.” Suppressing my concern, I return to my desk and start working.

I’m plagued by all kinds of trivial matters for my last project the entire morning. I was so busy that I didn’t even have time to poop on company time.

As noon approaches, my phone suddenly buzzes.

I pick it up and see an unfamiliar number.

is it? A scammer? Some advertising agent? It’s not listed… I mutter as

police. You said that Aurora Company at 10-188 at Fengfei Road is

are already here? Have they done the investigation? At that moment,

cultist, Mr. A who looks like a beautiful man, is covered in mushrooms with golden spots. He wobbles as he

shiver and

is very suspicious. Did… did

of the line sighs and says, “You can’t think that they’re involved in a pyramid scheme just because they hold parties early in the morning. There are

one look at their gathering and you can tell it’s not normal,”

end of the line says helplessly, “Can’t they cosplay in the morning? Can’t they have a masquerade party

disturbing the peace, but you can’t say that

already explained that this is

originally want to say that, but when I think about the news of punishing employees to crawl like dogs,

I was too sensitive,” I

end of the line heaves

this again in

to finish, I forcefully interrupt, “Did

there anyone who got

They’re all working hard,” the policeman on the other end of the

shouldn’t be too sensitive and hangs

seems Mr. A is fine… I’m relieved. I stand

moment, there are only two or three people left in the office waiting for their food to be delivered.

He gives plenty of meal allowance, but

canteen’s standard is quite good. Regardless of the ingredients, quantity, or

problem is that there isn’t much variety in staples—only rice, noodles, and wontons. Some of the employees

as the dishes have variety,

meal

my stomach, I open my drawer, take out

entering the canteen, I look