Drip—
Click—
Rustle—
Three soft sounds.
The phone had been hung up, the recording pen had stopped recording, and documents were being rustled through.
"Sounds like we finally have a genuine supernatural event," muttered Yang Chunxue, hands propping up her chin across the desk.
"I thought you'd be scared," Lu Li closed the file, slotting it into folder number 3.
"Scared? Me? Never!" Yang Chunxue rolled her eyes, feeling underestimated, and sat up straight to protest, "Besides, if a ghost kills me, I'd kill it right back the moment I die. Don't underestimate me!"
Lu Li didn't respond, remaining noncommittal.
"Need... any help?"
A hoarse voice spoke up as the figure of the Black Charcoal Ghost appeared in the doorway.
Ding-a-ling-a-ling-a-ling—
The phone suddenly started to ring at that moment.
"If I need you, I'll call you,"
Lu Li responded, picking up the phone again.
