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

the one who called the police. You said that Aurora Company at 10-188 at Fengfei Road is suspected to be involved in a pyramid scheme?” A slightly tired voice comes

the investigation? At that moment, questions flashed through

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

and hurriedly reply,

is very suspicious. Did… did you

says, “You can’t think that they’re involved in a pyramid scheme just because they hold parties early in the morning. There are countless companies that shout slogans and even dance every

look at their gathering and you can tell it’s not

“Can’t they cosplay in the morning? Can’t

the peace, but you can’t

that this is the

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

was too

policeman on the other end of the

do this again in the

I forcefully

who got food poisoning because

hard,” the policeman on the other end of

shouldn’t be too sensitive and

Mr. A is fine… I’m relieved.

the office waiting for their food to be delivered. The other colleagues have already gone to the office

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

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

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

as the

a waste not to use my meal allowance. It’s not

my stomach, I open my drawer, take out my employee

I look for a window seat