Without the window being opened, the notebook flipped open by itself?
Did someone enter my room?
Or rather, is it a paranormal incident?
Erm, thereās a ghost following me. Itās normal to have paranormal incidentsā¦
In that second, countless thoughts flash through my mind.
At the same time, I see a monster drawn on the page of the open notebook.
The monster is humanoid, but itās made of tiny squirming worms.
This sounds very bizarre and terrifying, but in reality, it feels nothing of the sort. This is because this drawing is very simple and crude. It resembles the random scribbling of a kindergarten child.
No way? Some brat entered my room? A relative of one of my flatmates? As I think about it, I pick up my notebook and flip through it quickly, searching for other traces.
After flipping through two pages, I see lines of text:
āMy drawing expertise is really bad.
āThe main problem isnāt me. I was once called a master artist.
āWar is art! War is aesthetics!
āItās like Iāve had a dream that I often had. The dream is filled with such strange languages.
āIām such a decadent fellow!
āWe really are women!ā
ā¦
These lines of text werenāt that difficult to read, but the things written down look very chaotic. It gives me a headache as I instinctively stop reading and close the notebook.
Thereās a problem with this!
This is like an incantation for dark magic!
Iāve experienced quite a few things in the past two days. I barely managed to calm myself down as I cast my gaze towards the window.
On the glass window, the blonde female ghost that looks like sheās cosplaying appears.
āDo you know who did it?ā I ask in a suppressed voice.
āIt was done by an evil spirit,ā the female ghost replies with an ethereal voice.
Evil spirit sounds more advanced than some spirit or poltergeistā¦ As a modern youth who has played many foreign games and watched some foreign television series, I think the name sounds pretty cool.
āErā¦ Is an evil spirit more powerful?ā I ask after some deliberation.
The female ghost nods her head in agreement.
āWill this be more troublesome?ā I think of asking Madam Daly to exorcise the ghosts again, but Iām also worried that she wonāt be able to deal with ghosts at the level of evil spirits.
āIām also an evil spirit,ā the female ghost says simply.
āā¦Okay.ā I donāt know how to respond.
āW-whatās that evil spiritās intention behind scrawling in my notebook?ā It takes me a few seconds to recall the main purpose of my question.
The female ghost shakes her head.
āI donāt know.ā
āā¦ā I open my mouth and change the topic. āHow should I address you?ā
I canāt just keep calling her female ghost, right? Thatās not polite.
āSharron.ā After the female ghost says that, her figure gradually fades and disappears from the glass window.
Seeing that sheās very calm and composed, Iām relieved. I tease myself, Itās a huge incident. Thereās no use panicking. Just focus on sleeping!
Then I wash up and go to bed. It ends up being an uneventful night.
The next morning, I wake up on time as usual. I laze in bed for ten minutes and take my time to leave the house. On the way to the bus stop, I buy a burrito that can virtually wrap everything.
With the burrito in hand, I take the bus and arrive at the company. I sit in my seat, then I get some water from the water dispenser and get down to eating breakfast.
Sigh, if I hadnāt treated myself last night, then I should be having a cup of sweet soy milk.
Thinking of sweet soy milk, I associate it with the new product that has just been released at the store I frequently buy from.
Salted soy milk!
This seems to be the unique way to eat in a few places. Soy milk with soy sauce added to it!
I donāt know what it tastes likeā¦ I eat my breakfast seriously and start preparing for work.
At this moment, Rozanne, who is almost late, rushes in with a huge bag in her hand.
āHere, have some beverages. My treat,ā she says to everyone in the office.
Sheās a lady with good personal relations. Including me, most of the people stand up and surround her.
āWhat beverages are there?ā I ask casually.
Rozanne puts down her bag and hands the bag to everyone.
āAiya, I bought a lot of bottles to get what I wanted.
āThey all have different flavors.
āSigh, if youāre alive, then you should have a gambler inside you!
āCome, letās see what I picked.ā
What in the world is she talking about?ā¦ Iām beginning to doubt Rozanneās ability to express herself.
However, I still understood the last sentence. I quickly reach into the bag and take out a beverage.
I wonder what flavor it will be? Just as I have this thought, I see a familiar bottle design.
Itās a bottle formed by twisted snake-like patterns!
This is very similar to the Assassin beverage I drank before, but the color is a little different!
It was black before, but now itās blue!
āā¦ā I quickly turn the bottle around and see the name on the front:
Instigator
āArenāt you going to drink it? You donāt like this? Why donāt you drink this last bottle instead?ā Rozanne points at the last bottle in the bag, puzzled.
The beverage bottle is like a ball of extended flames. Itās very cool.
āNo, Iām just thinking, Iām thinkingā¦ā I subconsciously refuse, searching for an excuse.
As these thoughts flash through my mind, I blurt out, āIām wondering if I should match it with some snacks!ā
As I speak, I take out the snack that was given to me by CEO Huangās non-blood-related granddaughter, Cattie Huang.