Two days have passed since the Ghost Grass- induced lockdown of the ghost Ghost Domain, codenamed "Terror Grassland".
The government has launched a vigorous post-disaster reconstruction effort in several affected cities.
The state apparatus was up and running quickly, water and electricity were restored to normal in no time, the army was stationed to maintain social order, and medical personnel were deployed to major hospitals.
The survivors gradually received post-disaster psychological intervention, emerged from the shadows, and began to embrace a new life.
As dawn broke, long lines formed at the hospital. The government mandated that every survivor undergo a medical examination and provided free treatment.
"Please rest assured, everyone. As long as the special medicine is taken in time, the Supernatural will not leave any hidden dangers to the body!"
Looking at the fully armed police around them, no one dared to say anything and could only wait in line anxiously.
Among the group was an elderly man with white hair, who seemed to be terrified by the events of the past few days. After entering the examination room, he kept asking questions nervously until the doctor showed obvious impatience, at which point he cautiously drank the slightly cloudy medicine.
Immediately afterwards, he was helped to another room, where he stood in front of a plastic bucket. After a short while, his stomach began to churn.
Vomit--
I vomited violently, and a sour, foul-smelling substance came out. It was a pool of dark liquid with a small clump in the middle, and you could vaguely see a hint of green in it!
He was about to take a closer look at what it was when two strong nurses grabbed him and led him to the next examination room.
"How rude!" The old man was quite displeased.
The second consultation room was for filling out forms, specifically a questionnaire about the Red Moon.
After shakily filling out the strange questionnaire, the elderly man was taken away to sign a confidentiality agreement. Fortunately, he was able to receive a subsidy at the end, which immediately improved his bad mood.
This old man was lucky. His children and grandchildren were all living in other places. When the Supernatural events occurred, he was sleeping alone at home and had no idea what was happening. When he opened his eyes, grass was growing in the house. He was then notified that the place was haunted. He followed the government's instructions in a daze and survived unharmed, though he was a little frightened.
Many of the people in line were crying; their loved ones had died.
None of this had much to do with Hu Jiu. At this moment, he was browsing the Ghost Tamer Forum. The name He Ming had already spread. The Headquarters had neither concealed nor exaggerated his contributions, but he was still quite outstanding.
In the past two days, He Ming has completed the onboarding procedures at Headquarters. He chats with Hu Jiu from time to time. His life has suddenly undergone earth-shattering changes. He has stepped into a social class that he never dared to dream of before. He is a little nervous and afraid that he will make a mistake and embarrass himself. So he can only ask his seniors for advice in private.
Well, Hu Jiu had the same mentality when he first became Ghost Tamer in his previous life, but he was quickly worn down by reality and turned into a black-hearted and shameless person.
At this moment, He Ming sent a message: "Old Hu, why are all the operators at Headquarters called 'Little X'? Why don't they use their real names?"
Hu Jiu: "Some Fierce Ghosts might use real names to cast curses, which also helps prevent the Ghost Tamer from investigating the operator based on their real name and retaliating after a verbal conflict."
He Ming: "I see!"
Headquarters directly assigned He Ming a formal operator position, unlike Hu Jiu, who spent his days exchanging barbs with interns when he first joined the company.
It's clear that Headquarters has a good impression of He Ming.
When the topic of operators came up, Hu Jiu slapped his thigh, realizing he had almost forgotten one person— Lin Guangning!
Hu Jiu had long forgotten about such a minor figure, but fortunately it wasn't too late to remember her now; he had to hurry and make arrangements for her!
Forget the kindness others show you, so as not to create a psychological burden; but always remember the unkindness others do to you, so as not to be harmed by the same person again. And when you have the ability to retaliate, don't hesitate!
The Horror Grass Incident happened too coincidentally. With some free time, Hu Jiu continued to develop and test his abilities. The Human Skin Paper was just a flash of inspiration; the Playing Card Organization was the key.
Q: How do I build an organization to work for me?
A: By using lies to build an organization that possesses core technologies and great power, maintaining a high degree of mystery and deterrence, recruiting spies and informants, and leaving things vague for others to fill in the blanks, this organization is formed.
The key lies in "core technologies".
Hu Jiu, who possesses the Ghost Book, has no such lack. He can easily do things that others cannot, such as allowing people to safely and efficiently control Fierce Ghosts.
No matter how many times Headquarters conducts experiments, they will only find that even if they have the ability to separate the ghost from the Ghost Tamer, they cannot increase the success rate of controlling this ghost!
My phone beeped with another message notification.
He Ming: "Something terrible has happened! My second aunt has been taken away by Headquarters. They say she's not my second aunt, but an imposter Ghost Tamer!"
Hu Jiu: "You've been targeted so quickly? It's true what they say, fame brings trouble."
He Ming sent a photo of a middle-aged woman who looked like an ordinary housewife. She was a little hunched over, with her shoulders hunched, and she seemed a bit insecure.
Hu Jiu glanced at it and froze. Why did she suddenly feel a sense of déjà vu?
His consciousness is unlikely to be disturbed by the Supernatural, which can only mean that the woman in the photo looks familiar to him.
He Ming: "Fortunately, Headquarters arrived in time. After their reminder, I realized that my memory of my second aunt was very vague, but I felt that she was my second aunt just by looking at her once. I had a very deep affection for her, and even though I knew it was fake, I couldn't bear to part with her."
He Ming: "Is this what the Supernatural is? That's terrifying."
Hu Jiu: "Your perception is distorted; you subconsciously Neglect the abnormality."
He Ming: "That's what Headquarters said too."
Hu Jiu: "Have you found out any information about her?"
He Ming: "Headquarters didn't mention it, I'll go ask."
Ten minutes later...
He Ming: "Her code name is [Ghost Relative]. She doesn't have her own independent identity and must rely on others, existing as someone's relative. This confuses people and brings bad luck to those around her. Her biggest fear is having her false identity exposed in public. Once all her close relatives are dead and she becomes alone again, she will choose her next target, and her name and appearance will change accordingly."
He Ming: "Minister Fu told me all this secretly, and forbade me from leaking the information, so don't go spreading it around!"
Hu Jiu: "..."
He Ming: "Actually, she's a really nice person. She cooked me some congee this morning, which made me feel very at home. When she was taken away, she said she just wanted a simple and stable life, that her abilities were all passive, and that she didn't want to hurt anyone."
Hu Jiu: "That's hard to judge, whatever makes you happy."