Sherlock Moriarty?
He sounds like a foreigner...
Moriarty... he sounds like the professor from Holmes... Sherlock, that seems to be Holmes's name... Is this Detective using a pseudonym? It's very much in the style of naming game characters I use... Maybe he's not a foreigner...
I gleaned something from the Specter's reply, and pondered before asking:
Who is he?
Why do you need to protect me?
At that moment, because the other person was able to communicate, my fear lessened considerably.
I've become an " Assassin," so isn't it normal for ghosts to exist in this world?
If something goes against common sense again, it's not so hard to accept!
Moreover, I did notice it on the bus back.
The blurry female figure in the mirror, wearing a small soft hat, answered in a flat voice:
Someone wants to harm you.
Without answering who Sherlock Moriarty is or why he's protecting me... it seems to be a secret. What can't be said? Many thoughts flashed through my mind.
Suddenly, a possibility occurred to me, and I blurted out:
"That cult wants to harm me?"
" Sherlock Moriarty is their mortal enemy?"
That makes sense!
Otherwise, I can't believe that anyone would send a female ghost to protect me for no reason, unless she's a police officer who's supposed to be serving the people.
The female ghost in the mirror remained silent for two seconds, then nodded almost imperceptibly.
"That's one way to describe it."
At that moment, I felt a subtle change in her eyes, but I couldn't decipher what emotion it contained.
Under normal circumstances, an untrained person's eyes will more or less reveal their inner emotions, which can help me understand their attitude.
But what I was facing was a ghost.
More importantly, the saying "eyes can speak" mostly refers to situations where emotional changes are intense or undisguised. The female ghost in the mirror not only has a blurry figure, almost like a mosaic, but also shows very faint emotions, leaving almost no trace.
After considering the lady in the mirror's answer, I tentatively asked again:
Who among the people around me is a member of that cult?
The female ghost in the mirror, dressed in a long black dress, opened her mouth:
"Them..."
Her voice grew increasingly faint and weak.
Immediately afterwards, a fine layer of static appeared on the surface of the bathroom mirror, like an old television set with a jammed signal.
With a buzzing sound, the female ghost disappeared.
this...
what happened?
I'm not afraid of ghosts anymore, so why have they disappeared?
Has something unexpected happened again?
I immediately became alert and looked around, but everything seemed normal.
When I turned around, the mirror had returned to its original state, reflecting my rather frightened and bewildered face.
Splash!
The water from the tap kept gushing out.
I instinctively wet a towel and washed my face.
Nothing has changed.
At the same time, I didn't sense anything unusual.
Well, I still have to brush my teeth no matter what... I forced myself to stay calm.
Since things are already like this, what's there to worry about?
After brushing my teeth and wiping my mouth, I returned to the guest room.
As soon as I stepped inside, that indescribable feeling returned to me.
My gaze instinctively fell on my phone, which was lying on my computer desk.
That seemed to be the source of all the abnormality.
My instinctive reaction was to rush over and throw the phone out the window, away from me.
But it's expensive, and I just replaced it not long ago... I don't know if there's really a problem... I'm an " Assassin " now, and I have a female ghost protecting me, what's there to be afraid of? I comforted myself for a moment, walked over, picked up my phone, and put my fingerprint on it.
After unlocking the screen, the first message I saw was:
Your request to " Sleeping with Corpses " has been approved.
The next second, my phone suddenly went dark, and all the surrounding light seemed to be drawn into this bottomless pit, turning everything into complete darkness.
Before I could react, the faint light on the phone's surface rippled, revealing a translucent face with no eyes, no nose, only a mouth.
There's a ghost in your room.
As the face opened and closed its mouth, a long, bright red tongue was revealed, with five thin fingers at the tip and irregular sharp teeth embedded on both sides.
"Aren't you one?" That was the question I wanted to answer, but I managed to restrain myself.
Thinking back to the news I had just seen, I asked, my voice trembling slightly:
" Ms. Dai?"
Wow, that's amazing!
They really can Spirit Channeling and control ghosts!
"Hmm, I've already placed initial restrictions through the messenger. That ghost won't bother you tonight, and it won't have a chance to drain you dry." The semi-transparent face shook slightly and said, "I'll come over in person tomorrow morning to handle this. Give me your address."
"Tomorrow morning? I have to go to work." I hesitated for a moment.
President Huang asked me to pick up the VIP at the airport!
If I stand him up, I'll lose my job!
"Going to work? Your boss is very beautiful?" Ms. Dai asked through her semi-transparent face.
"He's a man," I stated the fact.
"You prefer men?" Ms. Dai pressed on without pause.
"How could that be?" I said, both amused and annoyed.
"If that's not the case, and you're being haunted by a ghost, how can you still be in the mood to go to work? Or are you secretly in love with some female colleague that you can't stand not seeing for a day?" Ms. Dai scoffed.
"... Isn't it because I'm broke? Who will support me if I don't work?" I felt like Ms. Dai had misled me; their conversation had a lot of logical problems.
Although I have some savings, it's not much, and I still have to pay for exorcising the ghost.
Of course, I was in a good mood to go to work because the female ghost didn't show any malice.
Ms. Dai's semi-transparent face opened and closed her mouth as she spoke:
Where are your family members?
"Their economic situation isn't too good either," I replied frankly.
"Uh... what do you look like?" Ms. Dai asked another strange question.
"So-so." I was momentarily bewildered.
"Height?"
"A little over 1.7 meters tall."
Is he robust?
"Ordinary."
How big?
"Ah?"
"It's about how big yours is."
"Hello!"
"Here's the thing, I can introduce you to some part-time jobs. The people on the other end are all mature ladies who are both wealthy and have plenty of free time. They value young people highly and are willing to provide necessary assistance, forming friendly and mutually supportive partnerships. Would you like to consider it?" the semi-transparent face said incessantly.
"... Auntie, I don't want to work hard anymore?" I roughly understood what the other person was saying.
"Good that you understand." The semi-transparent, rather terrifying face emitted a suspicious laugh.
"No, I won't consider it." I answered without hesitation.
I have principles!
Ms. Dai didn't dwell on the issue, but instead said:
"What time do you get off work tomorrow? Let's schedule a time."
"Around 9 p. m.," I said, taking into account the possibility of working overtime.
"Okay, give me the address, we'll contact each other via QQ later." Ms. Dai yawned through her semi-transparent face.
This woman's extraordinary performance was beyond my comprehension, so I no longer doubted her abilities. I immediately gave her my address and then asked:
"How much is this?"
"The base fee is 20,000 yuan, and it will increase depending on the difficulty. If you can't afford it, you can consider part-time work," Ms. Dai quite directly.
Thinking about my savings, I felt a pang of heartache:
What's the highest it can go?
Or should we just forget about it?
Anyway, the female ghost didn't seem to have any malicious intent.
"A maximum of 50,000," Ms. Dai said calmly.
"50,000? Only 50,000?" I was a little surprised.
The translucent face emitted a hissing sound:
"I'll give up on any task that costs more than 50,000. Money is a good thing, but you have to be alive to spend it."
"... Okay." I saw myself on the verge of bankruptcy.
"Oh, right, I'll give you a file. Download it and take a look; it'll help you figure out how to deal with ghosts." The semi-transparent face slowly shrank back into the phone.
I then saw that " Sleeping with Corpses " had sent me a seed.
I clicked on it and found that it contained several videos, quite large in size, named with "1", "2", and "3".
Given the seriousness of the matter, I didn't hesitate and immediately turned on my computer to start downloading.
While downloading, I played games to pass the time.
After a while, the download was complete, and I opened the video file numbered 1.
In just a few seconds, the opening sequence appeared before my eyes:
" A Chinese Ghost Story ".
"..."I.
A blurry female ghost, dressed in a long black dress and wearing a small soft hat, appeared on the windowpane, resting her cheek on one hand and quietly gazing at the computer screen.