In the modern day (22)

The laptop was opened without the window being open?

Has someone been in my room?

Or is it haunted?

Well, I have a ghost following me around, so it's not surprising that it's haunted...

In that instant, countless thoughts flashed through my mind.

At the same time, I saw a Monster drawn on the open page of the notebook.

The Monster had a human form, but it was made up of countless tiny, wriggling worms.

It sounds eerie and terrifying, but the actual feeling it evokes is quite different. The painting is very simple and rough, like something a kindergarten child would scribble on.

No way? Did some brat get into my room? Or is it a relative of the couple next door? As I pondered this, I picked up my notebook and quickly flipped through it, looking for other clues.

After flipping through just two pages, I came across paragraph after paragraph of text:

"My drawing skills are really bad."

"The main problem isn't with me; I was once called Planeswalker of art."

"War is art! War is aesthetics!"

"It was like having that recurring dream, a dream filled with this strange language."

"I'm such a rotten wretch!"

"We really are women!"

These passages weren't too difficult to read, but the pronouns were so confusing that they gave me a headache, so I instinctively stopped and closed the notebook.

This is problematic!

This is just like a black magic spell!

I've been through quite a bit these past two days, and after finally calming myself down, I turned my gaze to the window.

On the windowpane, the blonde ghost, who looked like she was cosplaying, suddenly appeared.

"Do you know who did it?" I asked in a low voice.

"It was done by an Evil Spirit," the ghostly voice replied erratically.

Evil Spirit, that sounds more sophisticated than Wraith ghosts and evil spirits... As a modern young person who has played many foreign games and watched some foreign TV series, I feel there seems to be some trickery in this terminology.

"Um, aren't Evil Spirit even more powerful?" I asked cautiously.

The female ghost nodded slightly in affirmation.

"Wouldn't that be too troublesome?" I thought about asking Ms. Dai to exorcise the ghost again, but I was worried that she wouldn't be able to handle Evil Spirit of this level.

"I am Evil Spirit too," the female ghost said simply.

"... Okay." I was momentarily at a loss for words.

"What was the purpose of that Evil Spirit scribbling on my notebook?" It took me a few seconds to remember the main reason for my question.

The female ghost shook her head:

"Have no idea."

"..." I opened my mouth, then changed the subject, "What's your name?"

We can't keep calling her "female ghost," that's not polite, that's disrespectful.

" Sharron." After the female ghost finished speaking, her figure gradually faded and disappeared from the glass window.

Seeing that she was very calm and not flustered at all, I felt relieved and jokingly said to myself:

"This is serious, panicking won't help, just focus on sleeping!"

Next, I washed up, went to bed, and the night passed uneventfully.

The next morning, I woke up on time as usual, lingered in bed for ten minutes, and then slowly went out. On my way to the bus stop, I bought a wrap that can be rolled up with anything.

With the wrap in hand, I took the bus to the company, sat down at my desk, filled a glass with water from the water dispenser, and began to eat my breakfast properly.

Sigh, if I hadn't indulged myself last night, I should have had a cup of sweet soy milk with me.

Thinking of sweet soy milk, I'm reminded of the new variety from my usual shop:

Salty soy milk!

This seems to be a unique way of eating it in only a few places: adding soy sauce to soy milk!

I wonder what it will taste like... I finished my breakfast and started preparing for work.

Just then, Rozanne, who was almost late, rushed in carrying a large bag of things.

"Come on, come on, have some drinks," she said to the others in the office.

She was a popular girl, and most of us, including myself, stood up and surrounded her.

"What kind of drink?" I asked casually.

As Rozanne put down her handbag, she handed the bag in her hand to everyone:

"Oh dear, I bought so many bottles in order to get the one I wanted."

They all have different flavors.

"Hey, everyone has a gambling streak!"

"Come on, try your luck and see what you get!"

What is she saying...? I began to have some doubts about Rozanne's language skills.

However, I understood the last sentence, so I quickly reached into the bag and took out a bottle of drink.

I wonder what flavor it will be? That thought flashed through my mind, and then I saw the familiar bottle design.

It was a bottle made of twisted, snake-like patterns!

This looks a lot like the " Assassin " drink I had before, only the color is a little different!

It used to be black, now it's blue!

"..." I quickly turned the bottle around and saw the name on the front:

" Instigator "

"Aren't you going to drink this? Don't you like it? How about we drink the last bottle?" Seeing me lost in thought, Rozanne pointed to the last bottle of beverage left in the bag, puzzled.

The drink bottle looked like an elongated flame, which was quite cool.

"No, I was just thinking, just thinking..." I instinctively refused, searching for a reason.

As thoughts raced through my mind, I blurted out:

"I'm wondering if I should get some snacks!"

As we spoke, I took out the snacks that Mr. President Huang's granddaughter Huang Jiajia, who was not related to me by blood, had given me from my pocket:

That small packet of dried mushrooms.