Lord of the Mysteries

Translator: CKtalon
I honestly inform Mr. Policeman about my suspicions of the company next door.
After all, this company has existed since before I was employed at my present
company. To be able to remain hidden for so many years meant that they knew
how to hide the evidence and cover up their tracks.
Also, I actually can’t prove that the company next door is involved in a pyramid
scheme.
Strange costumes and eccentric behavior are never valid charges.
The reason I called the police was because I was worried about Mr. A's safety.
He had eaten that mutated mushroom man. Who knew what would happen if he
waited a little while. It wasn’t as though I could monitor him and resolve the
problem in time.
As for whether the police could solve anything that involved supernatural events,
I'm quite confident.
This is a result of simple deduction through logic.
The medium who's good at exorcism, Madam Dai, is Officer Deng’s fiancée;
The police department collaborator, Old Neil, is also sensitive to ghosts and
obviously has a solution for dealing with them;
The mysterious cult that Officer Deng reminded me to watch out for can create
extraordinary beings.
Based on these points, it's easy to conclude that the police have a deeper
understanding of supernatural powers.
Since they have a deeper understanding, they definitely wouldn't lack the
strength and solutions to deal with it.
Putting away my phone, I glance sideways at the company next door that's still
“normal.” Suppressing my concern, I return to my desk and start working.
I'm plagued by all kinds of trivial matters for my last project the entire morning. I
was so busy that I didn’t even have time to poop on company time.
As noon approaches, my phone suddenly buzzes.
I pick it up and see an unfamiliar number.
Who is it? A scammer? Some advertising agent? It's not listed... I mutter as I pick
up.
“Hello, were you the one who called the police. You said that Aurora Company at
10-188 at Fengfei Road is suspected to be involved in a pyramid scheme?” A
slightly tired voice comes from the other end of the phone.
The police are already here? Have they done the investigation? At that moment,
questions flashed through my mind before a scene surfaces:
The cosplayer cultist, Mr. A who looks like a beautiful man, is covered in
mushrooms with golden spots. He wobbles as he walks towards the police.
How terrifying... I can't help but shiver and hurriedly reply, “Yes, I called the
police.
“I think their behavior is very suspicious. Did... did you find anything?”
“They're a legit company.” The policeman on the other end of the line sighs and
says, “You can't think that they're involved in a pyramid scheme just because
they hold parties early in the morning. There are countless companies that shout
slogans and even dance every morning.”
“But, one look at their gathering and you can tell it's not normal,” I subconsciously
retort.
The policeman on the other end of the line says helplessly, “Can't they cosplay in
the morning? Can't they have a masquerade party in the morning?
“You can complain about them disturbing the peace, but you can’t say that
they're running a pyramid scheme.
“They already explained that this is the company’s corporate culture.”
Can we define a company with such corporate culture as a cult? I originally want
to say that, but when I think about the news of punishing employees to crawl like
dogs, I feel that the company next door hasn't gone too far.
“Yes, I'm sorry. I was too sensitive,” I apologize hastily.
The policeman on the other end of the line heaves a sigh of relief.
“Don't do this again in the future...”
Without waiting for him to finish, I forcefully interrupt, “Did you discover
anything?”
Was there anyone who got food poisoning because of mushrooms?
“What can we discover? They're all working hard,” the policeman on the other
end of the line says impatiently.
He emphasizes that I shouldn't be too sensitive and hangs up.
It seems Mr. Ais fine... I'm relieved. I stand up and look around.
At this moment, there are only two or three people left in the office waiting for
their food to be delivered. The other colleagues have already gone to the office
canteen on the second floor.
CEO Huang has always been very generous to his employees. He gives plenty
of meal allowance, but all of it is transferred to our employee card. It can only be
used at the canteen.
Of course, the company canteen’s standard is quite good. Regardless of the
ingredients, quantity, or culinary skills, they're all satisfactory.
The only problem is that there isn't much variety in staples—only rice, noodles,
and wontons. Some of the employees can only rely on delivery food when they
want to eat rice noodles or pancakes.
To me, this doesn’t pose a problem. As long as the dishes have variety, it doesn’t
matter what the staple is.
It would be a waste not to use my meal allowance. It's not like it can be used
outside!
Rubbing my stomach, I open my drawer, take out my employee card, and run
towards the elevator.
After entering the canteen, I look for a window seat first.
Just then, through the window, I see a row of people standing downstairs.
The leader is CEO Huang.
CEO Huang quickly gets into a Rolls-Royce, and it drives off behind another car.
I know that leading car. I just sat in it yesterday—it belongs to our partner
company’s Rosago.
Thinking of this racer, I suddenly feel a little nauseous. I feel like I'm suffering
from motion sickness.
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This... Mr. Zaratulstra has arrived via
high-speed rail? CEO Huang is dqing
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ares on this. I rein in my
thoughts and cast my gaze back at
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Besides, this job has already been handed over. What happens next has nothing
to do with me!
After having a perfect lunch, I saunter back into the office and lean my neck
against a neck pillow.
I have a habit to sleep for a while at noon, or else I'll be groggy in the afternoon.
And I need to listen to music during my afternoon nap to avoid being disturbed by
the random noises in the office.
1 quickly put on my inner ear headphones, open on a music player, and start
searching for today’s lullaby.
Eh? There's a new song. It's from overseas, and it's doing pretty well. I glance at
it, my interest piqued.
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of choice has always been more
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The reviews are okay... I quickly decide to buy the song.
When translated, the song's title is “Advance! Advance!”
Its singer is Alger Wilson.
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I check the information on this singer
and find that he is rather ot!
inspirational. Hewas éayirall just a
Ey who drifted out at sea,
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