Chapter 188: [Gold Medal Salesperson] I Am the Ghost
After washing her face, Li Yun raised her head.
There was still nothing abnormal in the mirror.
Wiping her face dry, she turned and walked out of the bathroom.
The figure inside the mirror remained standing right there.
She even extended her hand, pressing against the mirror’s surface as if leaning on it, the corners of her lips curling upward into a wide smile, her eyes staring straight out, casting a sharp, tilted slant toward the direction of the doorway.
Li Yun stepped into her bedroom.
She felt immensely exhausted, her body heavy with fatigue.
Yet because her mental state was overly hyperactive, falling asleep proved exceptionally difficult.
Li Yun pulled out her phone and began chatting with others.
During lunch earlier, the ten of them had added each other as friends and created a small group chat.
Newbie Mutual Encouragement Group (10)
Messages had been sent in the group long ago, though it had fallen quiet by now, as many were planning to sleep.
Li Yun scrolled through the messages, which mostly consisted of venting about not wanting to go to work and considering whether to switch jobs—yet in the end, everyone chose to endure it a bit longer to see what tomorrow’s special training would entail.
After a moment’s thought, she sent a message over.
Li Yun: I just got home. Do you guys know how my return/refund rate dropped this afternoon?
Li Yun: I just argued back with the buyers directly. Since my complaint rate was hit with 100% anyway, I found out that once yelled at, they gave up on requesting returns and refunds, filing complaints only.
Wang Lei: ?
Wang Lei: So that’s why you looked so exceptionally cheerful this afternoon—it’s because you chewed them out?
Li Yun: Exactly! It felt amazing!
Meng Bian: [Thumbs Up.jpg]
Wang Chen-guang: Fuck, won’t you get fired like that?
Li Yun: Doesn’t matter. Even if I speak politely, they won’t give positive reviews anyway. See, the boss didn’t say my words were harsh either—he only looks at the complaint rate.
Wang Chen-guang: …
Wang Chen-guang: What you said makes total sense. I’ll give it a try tomorrow too. My complaint rate is at 97%—basically no difference from 100%.
Meng Bian: Ah, this… isn’t that bad? Feels like we’ll get berated.
Wang Lei: And we didn’t get berated today?
Meng Bian: …
With the atmosphere warming up, Li Yun set about driving toward her real topic.
Li Yun: Besides, don’t you guys find it strange?
Li Yun: Why is it that the moment we think about quitting, we immediately feel we shouldn’t quit? Yet we clearly don’t have money right now either—it’s only the first day, so if we don’t want to go, shouldn’t we just not go? Are there no similar jobs out there?
Wang Chen-guang: ???
Wang Chen-guang: What are you trying to say?
Li Yun: I just feel like we’re being controlled. It’s hard to describe—do you get what I mean? Every time I think about not wanting to do this anymore, a voice inside my mind hints that I’m in deep trouble and absolutely must stay here.
Wang Lei: Yes, yes, yes! I have that exact same feeling!
Meng Bian: Ababa… Isn’t that pretty normal too?
Li Yun: In short, I feel something is off. I think the boss is problematic, and my memory feels a bit strange as well. If you think about it carefully, does anything feel incongruous to you?
Li Yun: Let’s leave it at that for now, I’m heading to sleep first. I have to wake up super early tomorrow—I live two hours away from the company.
Having sent those messages, Li Yun locked her phone screen.
She didn’t know why she was telling them this either.
Perhaps out of pure intuition.
If the ten of them were truly parasitized, they were natural allies after all.
Besides… it allowed her to see if anyone else would bring up other strange occurrences along the way.
She felt her mother’s situation was exceptionally bizarre.
Closing her eyes, Li Yun gradually felt drowsiness settling in.
Just as she was about to drift off to sleep, however, she snapped her eyes open.
Come to think of it, what if she were the parasitizing monster?
After all, when encountering such paranormal events, she didn’t feel a shred of terror.
Any normal person would feel scared, wouldn’t they?
So if she were a monster, where were her memories?
Where was the real Li Yun who had been parasitized?
And regarding “her” mother—inside and outside the house—was it possible that… she was parasitized in a similar manner as well?
Perhaps the one outside earlier was her actual mother, so who was the person inside the house right now?
Oh, no…
If this were a paranormal world, she might not necessarily be a monster—she could be a ghost.
If she were a ghost, she ought to possess memories and a name of her own.
“Li Yun” stared up at the ceiling for a long moment, a smile still lingering at the corners of her lips, perhaps due to mental hyperactivity.
Her expression looked virtually identical to the Li Yun inside the mirror just moments ago.
The viewers in the bullet chat felt their scalps going numb—they had zero clue what was running through her mind, after all.
[Was she possessed? Since when?]
“Li Yun” soon closed her eyes once more.
Sleep, sleep. Regardless, I still have to go to work tomorrow.
Hiss… wait a second…
“Li Yun” opened her eyes yet again.
She, a female ghost, possessed a person named Li Yun, and then went to work on Li Yun’s behalf to earn money to support the mother.
This logic didn’t quite line up, did it?
Why on earth would she go to work? She wasn’t human!
So… was this the reason her memories were stripped away—to make her believe she was Li Yun herself?
To force her to slave away at work in Li Yun’s stead.
If that were the case, then her possession couldn’t have been voluntary.
Which meant someone behind the scenes was pulling the strings.
After a moment’s contemplation, “Li Yun” closed her eyes once more.
She still had to head to the company tomorrow to take a look; viewed this way, the boss was exceptionally suspicious as well.
A short while later, unable to fall asleep due to overthinking, she opened her eyes again.
It still didn’t make logical sense.
If the boss were behind it, what was the situation at home?
Or rather… wait a second…
Before Li Yun was adopted by her adoptive mother, the adoptive mother had a daughter who had died.
Was she that deceased daughter?
If so, then it tied back to the adoptive mother.
As “Li Yun” tossed and turned on the bed, the bullet chat was scared out of their minds by her constant opening and closing of eyes.
[Is she possessed or not?!]
[Can’t tell at all!]
[A streamer who lost her memory is no longer a Sleeping Beauty—what a pity, what a pity!]
[What the streamer lost wasn’t just memory—it’s her hair!]
“Li Yun” finally felt a trace of sleepiness settling in.
Although it remained quite strange: why would a ghost like her feel sleepy?
Right at this moment, however, a subtle noise echoed from the living room.
It sounded as if someone had unlocked and opened the door.
The sound couldn’t be described as particularly loud, yet it sounded crisp and clear enough.
As if someone were exercising extreme caution, nudging the security door open bit by bit.
Because the movement was exceedingly slow, the security door opened at an agonizingly sluggish pace as well.
Yet an image materialized inside “Li Yun’s” mind almost vividly.
The security door was opened roughly one-third of the way.
Then came the twisting of the inner door’s handle.
Immediately following, the inner door was pushed open slowly toward the interior with utmost care.
Someone had stepped inside.
“Li Yun” opened her eyes.
Sitting up, she tilted her head, gazing toward the doorway.
I mean… she was the ghost here, wasn’t she?
“Li Yun” threw aside the blanket, stepping down onto the floor with bare feet.
Making virtually zero sound, she tiptoed silently over to the bedroom door.
The wooden bedroom door inside the house could no longer be deadbolted due to its old age, relying on a cloth wedged between the door frames to keep it shut.
Standing before the wooden door, she watched as that cloth was quietly tugged from the outside, bit by bit.
It was pulled with extreme slowness, as if terrified of waking her.
“Li Yun” made no move either, standing right there watching in utter silence.
That cloth was gradually drawn away, inch by inch.
The wooden door loosened as a result, swaying twice to reveal a thin gap.
Looking through the revealed gap, “Li Yun” locked eyes with a single eyeball.
She then offered a sweet, charming smile, leaning close to the crack.
“What are you doing?” she asked softly, using a voice that was barely more than a whisper of air.
