"Don't run! Don't you want to become a vivid character in a ghost story, talked about and listened to, living forever in everyone's memories?"
"..."
"Scream! Why aren't you screaming? Prey should act like prey..."
"..."
"Stop! I won't hurt you!"
The scripts and scares differed on every floor of the Netherworld. Jiang Chen fully cast himself as a sinister, terrifying character, giving these Netherworld Messengers the biggest fright possible.
He helped them snap awake from sleep and throw themselves into each day's work with enthusiasm as quickly as possible.
The only ones who suffered were the lucky Companion Ghosts randomly selected on each floor. He chased them down an entire corridor with a hammer in hand, which would probably leave them with considerable psychological scars.
Still, Jiang Chen promised he would chase a different ghost next time, guaranteeing fairness and impartiality.
After waking everyone up, he found Qiu Hong, whose face was full of resentment.
As a captain, the man did have some self-discipline. His resentment wasn't over being unable to sleep in.
The main problem was that when Jiang Chen reached the seventeenth floor, nobody threw a ghost out.
Jiang Chen found him and, under the pretext of cooperating with his work, invoked Uncle Wei's authority to requisition his Companion Ghost as an actor.
He scared that ghost, who was also a burly bald man, into screaming nonstop.
And he kept chasing after him, shouting, "Bald ghost, don't run!"
It reminded Qiu Hong of some very unpleasant memories of dealing with him... Actually, that wasn't quite right. There hadn't been any pleasant memories of dealing with this bastard!
"Before we get down to business, can I ask something?" In an interrogation room, Qiu Hong kept rubbing his temples as he soothed his Companion Ghost, nursing a terrible headache.