Yu Sheng thought it over carefully. It probably wouldn't be appropriate to hand things like the towels, washbasins, and beverage bottles around his home over to the Special Operations Bureau for appraisal—not even considering whether the bureau would be willing to do it, just dumping that huge pile of junk into the "Curiosity and Collectibles Market" would probably count as disrupting market order. It was already a niche circle, and if he casually moved a few things out of his house, he might end up impacting its entire annual transaction volume...
But his restless, flexible mind didn't cool down completely because of that dose of reason. Instead, it turned to more serious consideration.
Eileen looked up at Yu Sheng, suspicion filling the little doll's face. "You're still planning to sell junk, aren't you?"
"Little Red Riding Hood said I should at least sell things that look mysterious and have 'atmosphere,'" Yu Sheng said, waving his hand. "A lot of collectors are ordinary people who are well-informed and know a few things about the supernatural world. They collect this stuff mostly because they're interested in the occult, or to use it as capital for bragging to each other..."
Eileen sighed. "That's why I sometimes really can't understand humans. So many of them don't have any ability at all, yet they especially love courting death. Wouldn't it be better to be an ordinary person who can't see the Otherworld or entities? At least you could live a peaceful life. But no, they insist on being interested in things from the 'other side of the world,' thinking that learning a few safety measures will make everything fine. Never mind whether those safety measures they've concocted are useful—some of the things brought out of the Otherworld might be dangerous items."
"Anyway, even the Special