Standing in the dark alley, Zhang Jingjiu and Lee Changyin studied each other. Neither of them spoke; they had not interacted directly with a ghost before, and the atmosphere turned strange and awkward.
Zhang Jingjiu coughed once. He had worked in sales before, so his personality was more outward than Lee Changyin. He knew they could not just stand there all day, so he decided to move the conversation forward.
"Don't panic, can you tell me what the thing looks like? Like the size or length, or does he possess any special characteristics?"
"Describe him to you? Size, length, and special characteristics?" Lee Changyin was stumped by Zhang Jingjiu's question. Is that even a question that a living human would ask?
