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.

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

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

the investigation? At that moment, questions flashed through my mind before a

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

shiver and hurriedly reply, “Yes, I

very

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

you can tell it’s not normal,” I subconsciously

they cosplay in the morning? Can’t they have a masquerade party in

peace, but you

explained that this is the company’s

company with such corporate culture as a cult? I originally want to say that, but when I think about the news of punishing employees to crawl like dogs, I feel that the company

I was too sensitive,”

on the other end of the line heaves a

this again in the

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

got food poisoning because

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

emphasizes that I shouldn’t be too sensitive and hangs

I’m relieved. I stand

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

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

course, the company canteen’s standard is quite good. Regardless of the

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

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

my meal allowance. It’s not like it can

open my drawer, take out my

entering the canteen, I look for a