Gao Ming had no idea whether the helper the female clerk mentioned was the Toilet Doctor or himself. He only thought she seemed to be in a good mood.
"I've completed your interview task. Can I meet the boss now?" Gao Ming had spoken with the Toilet Doctor at length in his dream, and he felt that the mysterious boss might know something.
"The boss is still away taking care of things. He won't be back for a while." The clerk propped her chin on her hand and sized Gao Ming up again.
A haunted house owner who was always away taking care of things, yet couldn't even give Gao Ming a complete explanation in an age when communication was so convenient—was that boss really just "away"?
Gao Ming didn't press the matter. With such an imbalance in their strength, repeatedly asking questions the other party didn't want to answer would only be rude.
"Until the boss comes back, you'll work with me. Fill out these forms when you have time. We need to know where your psychological limits lie." The clerk and Gao Ming exchanged contact details, then she stuffed the bloodstained newspapers back into his hands. "Wherever you go from now on, you'd better take these newspapers with you."
"Why?"
"It's not like they take up much space." Even now, the clerk had revealed nothing about herself, nor had she invited Gao Ming into the Ninth Sense Experience Hall. "All right, I'll tell you your exact hours and duties next time. Go home and wait to hear from us."
"That's it? Does that mean I got the job?" Gao Ming hadn't expected the clerk to send him straight home.
"You need professional training before you can officially start. But don't worry. The boss certainly won't let an employee