Chapter 1411: 1411

As the cold wind blows, the flashlight on my phone dims . I shiver and my hair stands on end .

To be honest, after becoming an Assassin, even if there isn’t any light, I can still see the surroundings clearly without worrying about what’s on the ground .

But there’s no conflict between me being able to see in the darkness and my need for a flashlight .

Who isn’t afraid of the dark?

At that moment, my heart beats faster, pounding like a drum .

Almost at the same time, I sense someone watching me . The cold wind is the breath of a monster lurking deep in the darkness .

Recalling what happened on the bus previously, I pretended not to notice anything amiss and look down at my phone .

It’s broken again?

I had previously encountered the sudden experience of my phone’s flashlight dimming, but I was using a crappy phone . At this moment, the “experienced” me habitually blamed it on the phone .

After “checking” the phone and making the lights turn on again, I continue forward without anything happening .

The eerie wind is still lingering in the corridor . The light flickers in brightness, digging up the fear hidden at the bottom of my heart .

As I walk, I seriously consider what powers an Assassin has against ghosts .

The answer is:

Nothing .

Since I have nothing, I don’t look forward to slaying evil or dealing with the possible existence of a ghost as if dealing with gangsters .

One step, two steps, three steps . I calmly walk up the flight of stairs and arrive at the top floor .

The lights in the building are working fine as they shine down with their yellow light .

Everything returns to normal .

Following that, the cold gust of wind stops . The light stops flickering . I successfully return to the sixth floor and stop at the entrance of my rented apartment .

Phew, there’s actually a ghost present here! I have to move out as soon as possible! This thought subconsciously flashes across my mind .

I don’t feel any shame . This is an instinctual response that anyone can have!

However, if I quietly moved away, Sia Tas and her boyfriend would definitely not know what’s happening here . They’ll continue living here . Who knows whether the devil might pester them… Also, there are twelve units in this building . It’s impossible for me to inform every household, right? Also, how do I say it? Ghosts? Who would believe me? I hold my key, momentarily held in a difficult spot .

Quickly hire a capable Daoist priest or monk to exorcise the ghost? But I don’t know any . Before today, I didn’t even know that there are supernatural powers in this world . It was all fantasy… Yes, the Tarot Club’s The Star knows that the mysterious cult provides all kinds of superpowers, which means he has a certain level of understanding in such matters… Will he know a few masters who are good at busting ghosts? Phew, I’ll give it a try . If there’s nothing I can do, I’ll make an anonymous call to inform the police . I’ll post a flyer that mentions how this place is haunted at every household’s door, No, not flyer, a bulletin… I quickly come up with a plan .

As for the outcome, I don’t have any demands . After all, I don’t have any experience in this area . Besides, I should prioritize protecting myself .

Opening the door, I enter the room and return to my room . I think for a while before logging on to QQ and entering a private chat with The Star .

Uh, The Hanged Man and The Hermit suspect that he’s a member of cyber police . If I were to directly look for him, he will definitely be able to find my IP address and lock onto my identity… Just as I’m about to type the message, I remember the warning from two other members of the Tarot Club .

After tinkering for a while, I use a proxy and use my alt, The World, to say to The Star:

“🧐 Are you there? I have something to ask you . ”

“…Don’t use that emoji . It scares me . ” Star replies quickly .

“Why?” I ask .

The Star says:

“ This emoji has become popular recently . It’s very strange .

“Furthermore, something tragic happened to a family last week . Everyone in that family wore a monocle and died in different places . The only survivor was a girl who went mad from the trauma . She repeatedly tells people not to go near her .

“I suspect that those who use this emoji will be targeted by an unknown existence . They will automatically put on a monocle and commit suicide or kill each other . ”

“Don’t scare me . ” I reply, unsure if I should believe him .

“Haha, it’s just a joke . The monocle in this emoji is on a different eye from the tragedy . Furthermore, there are thousands of people using this emoji . Which unknown existence can keep an eye on everyone?” The Star switches to asking, “Why are you looking for me?”

I directly say:

“My area is haunted . Do you know anyone who’s good at ghostbusting?”

“I’m very good at that . ” The Star replies without hesitation .

Then wouldn’t I be exposed? I quickly send an emoji:

“ I won’t trouble you for the time being . You seem very busy .

“Do you have anyone else that you could introduce to me?”

“Yes, a lady, a medium . She’s skilled in techniques from overseas, but I can guarantee that it’s effective . There’s another foreigner, a priest . He’s also good at setting up exorcism rituals . ” The Star replies .

“They’re all foreigners? You don’t have Daoist priests or monks to introduce?” I’m more trusting towards local ones .

The Star replies:

“I only know foreign ones!”

“Okay . Who’s better?” I had wanted to ask who’s cheaper, but considering how someone cheap might not do the job, I don’t dare to skimp on that .

The Star immediately says:

“Ma’am Da . ”

“I’ll give you her QQ number . Add her directly and contact her .

“XXXXXXXXXXXXX . ”

“Okay, thank you . ” I quickly copy the QQ number and paste it into the search box .

Ma’m Da’s QQ name is “SleepingWithCorpses,” and adding her requires one to answer a verification question: “How old are you?”

How old? This question is strange… Do I need to use a countersign? I’m puzzled for a moment . I take a screenshot and send it to The Star .

“What’s the answer?”

The Star replies:

“Just answer that you’re an adult . ”

“What’s the meaning of this? She doesn’t entertain underaged clients?” I’m confused .

“No . She just wants to determine the extent she can go in the conversation . ” The Star answered simply, and then used an image to supplement it: Open to suggestions, ready to be suggestive .

“…” For some reason, I’m at a loss on how to respond . I fill up the verification according to The Star’s answer and fill in “Adult . ”

Da doesn’t seem online . I didn’t get added even after a few minutes . After thanking The Star, I use snacks to console myself .

After eating and drinking, I head to the bathroom outside to wash up and prepare to head to bed .

Ma’am Da still hasn’t added me .

I switch on the bathroom light and turn on the tap . I reach for the towel .

Turning around, I suddenly see a figure in the mirror .

That figure is blurry . Vaguely, I see it wearing a small hat . It’s a woman in a black dress .

Clearly, this isn’t my projection!

It can’t be Sia Tas, who wears pajamas as home!

Instantly, my mind explodes and I hurriedly retreat .

“Don’t be afraid,” the woman in the mirror says in an ethereal voice . “Someone hired me to protect you . ”

“Who?” I ask subconsciously .

The figure in the mirror replies calmly, “A detective named Sherlock Moriarty . ”