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

Fengfei Road is suspected to be involved in

already here? Have they done the investigation? At

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

shiver and hurriedly reply,

their behavior is very suspicious.

says, “You can’t think that they’re involved in a

their gathering and you

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

them disturbing the peace, but you can’t say that

this is the

say that, but when I think about the

I’m sorry. I was

on the other end of the line heaves a sigh of

again

I forcefully interrupt, “Did you discover

who got food poisoning

working hard,” the policeman on the other end of

shouldn’t be too

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

left in the office waiting for their food

meal allowance, but all of

canteen’s standard is quite good. Regardless of the ingredients, quantity, or culinary skills, they’re all

much variety in staples—only rice, noodles, and wontons. Some of the employees can only rely on delivery food when they want to eat rice noodles or

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

not to use my meal allowance. It’s not like it

out

look for a