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 I pick

the one who called the police. You said that Aurora Company at 10-188 at Fengfei Road is suspected to be involved in a

they done the investigation? At that moment, questions flashed through my

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

I can’t help but shiver and hurriedly reply, “Yes, I

very suspicious. Did… did you

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

at their gathering and you can tell it’s not

the other end of the line says helplessly, “Can’t they

complain about them disturbing the peace, but you can’t say that they’re running a

already explained that this is

originally want to say that, but when I think about the

sorry. I was

on the other end of the line heaves a sigh of

do this again in

him to finish, I forcefully interrupt, “Did you discover

who got food poisoning

policeman on the other end of

I shouldn’t be

A is fine… I’m relieved.

people left in the office waiting for their food to be

always been very generous to his employees. He gives plenty of meal allowance, but all of it is transferred to our

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

only problem is that there isn’t much variety in staples—only rice, noodles, and wontons. Some of the employees can only rely on delivery food when they want to

problem. As long as the dishes have variety, it doesn’t matter what the staple

to use my meal allowance. It’s not

take out my employee card,

entering the canteen, I look