Chapter 192: [Gold Medal Salesperson] Special Training Content
In the end, everyone chose a room regardless.
“Li Yun” casually entered one of the rooms, taking a seat before the chair.
The door wasn’t fully closed, merely left half-ajar.
It seemed that if they wished to, they could step outside at any moment.
Though they had talked about capturing the boss, everyone wanted to see what this special training was all about first.
Silence fell within the room.
This quiet persisted for a long while.
“Is anyone there?” she called out softly.
No response came.
Standing up, she caused the chair to scrape against the floor with a loud noise.
“Li Yun” knocked on the wall beside her.
There was zero reaction from the other side.
After a brief thought, she walked over to the doorway.
The corridor outside was pitch-black.
Consequently, one had to press very close to catch a glimpse of the situation outside the door.
A person was pressed against the door seam, his expression unnaturally hyperactive, eyeballs bulging outward, the whites of his eyes densely webbed with red blood vessels.
He seemed to have been waiting for her to look over all along.
The moment their eyes locked, a bizarre, eerie laughter tore from his mouth.
Holding what appeared to be a stick in one hand, he banged against the wall with loud, rhythmic thuds, creating a massive racket.
“Li Yun” stared at him in utter silence.
Having banged for a short while, the man couldn’t maintain his act any longer.
His blackened face flushed with a mixture of rage and embarrassment.
“Are… are you not afraid of me?”
A fierce brutality surfaced across his face as the blood vessels over his skin bulged out with stark clarity.
“Li Yun” tilted her head slightly.
A subtle, profound smile slowly bloomed across her lips out of nowhere.
“Terrified. I’m so scared! Heavens, how could there be such a terrifying creature~”
The man: “…”
“Li Yun” stepped a bit closer to the door.
“I mean, I didn’t even lock the door—why don’t you step inside?”
An excited gleam shone deep in her eyes as she sized him up.
“Are you a ghost? What kind of abilities do you have?”
Standing in the dark, the man hesitated for a brief second before unleashing a blood-curdling shriek out of nowhere.
Following that, he began pounding against the wall frantically, occasionally slapping the door as well.
“Open the door! Open the door! I’m going to file a complaint against you!”
“Li Yun”: “…”
Boring. Was this what they called special training?
Finding ghosts to scare them.
In that case, the mother at home and the Li Yun in the mirror were far more interesting, as expected.
Better to resolve the boss sooner rather than later.
Having said that, however…
“Li Yun” looked down at the tattoo resting on her wrist.
Dodder flower… The special capability she had drawn upon earlier took the form of dodder vines as well.
Thus, her ability might be intimately connected to the intrinsic nature of the dodder plant itself.
Beyond adherence and strangulation, the dodder plant possessed the capacity for parasitism.
How did parasitism work, though?
Stuffed through the mouth?
Slitting a wound on the body?
No, no, no—that would be far too blatant. Parasitism by the dodder plant was always silent and imperceptible, executing the host without a sound.
This required experimentation.
She could use the boss as a test subject later to find out.
Sitting back before the desk, “Li Yun” let out a yawn.
Sleepy. Having stayed up all night, her mental state felt somewhat lacking.
Pulling out her phone, she found zero signal as expected.
Even without signal, however, she continued scrolling through her phone.
Certain features, such as the photo gallery, didn’t require network connectivity anyway.
There weren’t many items inside the gallery, mostly screenshots.
The camera album contained a few selfies, several scenery photos, and a single photo taken together with her mother.
“Li Yun” tapped open the joint photo.
That was what her mother looked like prior to falling ill—though her hair had turned gray, her mental condition appeared quite solid, her eyes remained bright, and the smile on her face was gentle.
Meanwhile, Li Yun appeared somewhat younger than she did now, likely back when life hadn’t crushed her spirits yet.
She held both hands draped over her mother’s shoulders, wrapping around her frame.
“Li Yun” zoomed in on every corner of the entire photo, examining it with meticulous focus.
The setting was the very room where her mother resided.
Light flooded the interior, illuminating numerous details with stark clarity.
For instance…
At the bottom of the photo, beneath the bed, hidden under the swaying edge of the bedsheet sticking out, there appeared to be a pair of eyes.
“Li Yun” observed it with utmost care, confirming that it was indeed a pair of eyes.
Which meant when the photo was taken back then, another person was crouched beneath the bed.
Speaking of which, who took the photo?
Then again, camera features allowed timed automatic capture nowadays—simply setting a brief delay would suffice.
There were no other clues in this photo. Scrolling through the earlier selfies…
“Li Yun” discovered that behind every single selfie, a subtle detail always lingered in the background—what appeared to be an eye.
Sometimes a pair, sometimes a single eye.
Yet every time an eye was captured, it was staring directly at the camera lens.
Nothing discernible could be found inside the scenery photos.
Shifting over to browse through the screenshots…
These screenshots ranged from product pages on e-commerce platforms to video comment sections.
A few conversation screenshots were present as well.
Li Yun: My mom’s health is failing. The doctor said she might not have much time left. Can you come over to see her?
Zhao Qun: It’s not that I’m heartless, but I have my own family over here too. If I go see your mom, my household will definitely throw a massive fit.
Zhao Qun: Transferred 1,000 yuan [Received]
Zhao Qun: This is all the private savings I have left. Take it to get her checked. If all else fails, buy her more good things so she can pass her remaining days comfortably. Don’t contact me again.
Regarding this screenshot, if “Li Yun” tried to dig through her memories, a faint trace of familiarity seemed to stir.
Not much, however.
Besides, why keep a screenshot of a conversation like this?
Perhaps an unintentional capture; after all, modern screen captures could be triggered accidentally at times.
“Li Yun” continued scrolling backward.
There wasn’t much else of value.
Upon coming across a specific product, however, she paused for a moment.
The product image displayed a stone.
A black stone that looked roughly similar to a smooth river pebble.
The product title read: 【Resurrection from Death】 Reincarnation Stone. Infuse the soul of a loved one into it, and your loved one can be brought back to life!
Price: 9,999 yuan.
A gizmo like this was blatantly obvious scam material at first glance.
Searching through her memories, “Li Yun” discovered that Li Yun had actually purchased it?
Yet with no signal on her phone, there was no way to inspect her purchase records.
Listening to the massive noise outside, “Li Yun” let out an irritated “tsk.”
“Tired yet? Want to come inside for a sip of water?”
The clamor of complaints outside ground to a sudden halt.
Immediately after, fingernails scraping against the wall replaced the noise—grating and scratching, sending goosebumps down one’s spine.
“Li Yun” closed her eyes.
So hideous to hear.
She simply stood up, grabbed a wooden stool in one hand, walked over to the door, yanked it open, and began swinging at the figure directly.
The man held a stick in his hand, exchanging blows with her.
Having traded two rounds of blows, both paused in tacit agreement.
“You can’t kill me.”
“Li Yun” stated with absolute certainty, her eyes fixed on him.
Furthermore, just to be safe, her feet never stepped outside the doorframe.
The man stared at her with a look of suppressed humiliation.
The two fell into total silence.
[…Absurd.]
[Seriously, did her memory recover or not? I’m genuinely curious: why can she draw upon her abilities?]
[Abilities are usable by default anyway, even without memory—as long as she realizes she possesses abilities, she can draw upon them.]
[She definitely hasn’t recovered her memory yet, but her courage is insanely huge.]
[True that. At times, I can’t even tell which one of them is the actual ghost.]
