Chapter 1427: In Modern Day (25)

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. A is 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.

*This... Mr. Zaratulstra has arrived via high-speed rail? CEO Huang is

going to personally fetch him... He places great importance on

this.* I rein in my thoughts and cast my gaze back at the food

selection window.

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.

I 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.

During my afternoon nap, my music of choice has always been more

inclined towards songs in foreign languages, because if I don't focus on

listening, it won't be easy to understand, and I wouldn't care too much

about the lyrics. I won't let my imagination run wild.

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.

I check the information on this singer and find that he is rather

inspirational. He was originally just a crew member who drifted out at

sea, but after much hardship, he became a singer.