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.

advertising agent? It’s not listed… I mutter as

is suspected to be involved in

already here? Have they done the investigation? At that moment, questions flashed through my mind before

man, is covered in mushrooms with golden spots. He wobbles as he

but shiver and hurriedly

is very suspicious. Did… did you find

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

at their gathering and you

they cosplay in the

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

explained that this is

but when I think about the news of punishing

was

other end of the line heaves a

this again

finish, I forcefully interrupt,

there anyone who got food poisoning because of

all working hard,” the policeman on the other end of the line says

that I shouldn’t be too sensitive and

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

are only two or three people left in the office waiting for their food to be delivered. The other colleagues have already

generous to his employees. He gives plenty of meal allowance, but all of it is transferred to our employee card. It can only be used at the

quite good. Regardless of the ingredients, quantity,

in staples—only rice, noodles, and wontons. Some of the employees can only rely on delivery

as the dishes have variety,

not to use my meal

my stomach, I open my drawer, take out my employee card, and run towards

I look for