Terror: I Only Sell Haunted Houses
Chapter 93

How did I recover from my illness?

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Dawn broke.

After taking a photo with me, Du Yuwei and her son vanished.

It felt as though I had been dreaming. With a tangle of emotions, I walked out through the main gate.

The amusement park's security guard was standing at the entrance eating steamed buns. He jumped when he saw me come out.

"Hey, I haven't even opened the gates yet. When did you get in?"

I ignored him and took off running.

I hailed a taxi on the street, ready to head back to the shop for work.

In the car, I took out my phone, wanting to look at the photo of me with Du Yuwei and her son.

I wondered how my phone had managed to capture those two ghosts.

But when I pulled up the photo, I was dumbstruck.

There was nothing in the photo but an empty swing. Not a single person.

Not only had Du Yuwei and her son disappeared, but I had too.

Could it be that I hadn't seen either of them at all last night... had I gone sleepwalking in the amusement park?

But even if I had been sleepwalking, I had definitely taken this photo. Even if it hadn't captured the two of them, surely it should have captured me?

A chill suddenly crept over me.

Perhaps because the photo was so strange, I had no intention of deleting it.

I returned to the shop.

Only a handful of young people remained at the two once-bustling shops. Not a single longtime employee had stayed.

The young people valued loyalty, which also indirectly showed that Meng Yifan really was a good boss.

I hadn't been in the mood to focus on work lately, but business at the shop was so dismal that I had to help out.

I stood

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