Twisted Dreams-Chapter 30 - 2: Female Streamer and the Fortune-teller

Chapter 30: Chapter 2: Female Streamer and the Fortune-teller

The next day, at Da Jun Media Culture Co., Ltd.

At eight o’clock, the employees of Da Jun Media Culture Co., Ltd. clocked in for work.

The female streamer Lele didn’t go home all night and stayed at the company.

As soon as daylight broke, she waited outside the supervisor’s office.

The supervisor glanced at the female streamer Lele with surprise:

"What’s up?"

Lele couldn’t wait to say:

"Supervisor, I’ve stumbled upon big news!"

The supervisor looked at Lele with surprise, took out the key, and opened the office door:

"Come in and talk."

They entered, and Lele sat on the sofa while the supervisor poured her a glass of water:

"You finally found good news, perhaps my performance this month won’t be the worst? Tell me, what’s the news."

Lele drank the hot water in big gulps, not feeling the heat.

She had been huddled at her workstation all night, not daring to move, and was very thirsty.

She calmed herself down and said:

"We caught a ghost on camera!"

The supervisor frowned:

"You caught a ghost?"

Lele nodded seriously.

The supervisor’s face was full of disappointment:

"Oh, go out."

Although Da Jun Media Culture is a media company, the company promotes a wolfish culture.

Every quarter there are evaluations, and the team with low scores will have their performance deducted, while high-scoring teams receive extra bonuses.

The streamers and reporters here need to have a very strong resistance to pressure.

In the past, many streamers and reporters have taken a risky path at the end of the quarter.

They concocted some false information, deluding themselves into thinking they could fool everyone and become famous overnight.

Stories about ghosts and strange tales are the start of their downfall.

Lele knew the supervisor wouldn’t believe her and quickly said:

"Last night we were broadcasting live at the North City Suburban Cemetery and really saw it!"

The supervisor clearly didn’t believe it and sneered:

"Where’s the video?"

Lele hesitated and said:

"Last night that thing was too terrifying, the filming equipment was left at the North City Suburban Cemetery.

My cameraman went this morning to look for it, but couldn’t find it."

The supervisor looked as if he had expected this.

He spoke earnestly:

"Lele, I’ve been where you are now.

Young people shouldn’t be arrogant or impetuous; seeking shortcuts isn’t the way. Being down-to-earth is the key."

Lele was anxious:

"Many people saw it live last night!

I have over five thousand witnesses!"

Seeing Lele so earnest, the supervisor skeptically took out his phone.

After fiddling with the phone for a few minutes, the supervisor’s face turned displeased:

"If what you say is true, in this era of information explosion, there would definitely be a lot of information about North City Suburbs online now.

But from last night till now, there’s not a word online about ghost sightings in the North City Suburbs.

If you want to fool me, at least find an actor to play the ghost."

Lele’s face changed drastically.

The supervisor made sense.

Logically, there should be a lot of news online about ghost sightings in the North City Suburbs by now.

As long as one netizen recorded the screen, took screenshots, and uploaded them online, some marketing accounts would seize the opportunity like sharks smelling blood, hyping it up frantically to gain traffic.

Even if only a night has passed and the traffic is small, a professional search engine could definitely find it.

But why is there no related news online?

Lele’s face grew increasingly terrified.

Could it be that those who watched the live broadcast last night weren’t human either?

A chill ran up from the soles of her feet to her head, sending a shiver down her spine.

Lele swallowed: "Call the police, I need to call the police!"

With that, she hurriedly left the company and headed to the sheriff’s office.

...

South Sea Qingshan Mental Disease Hospital.

Lele walked out of the hospital gate, dejected.

She went to the sheriff’s office to report the incident, but the sheriff naturally didn’t believe her ghost encounter was real.

However, seeing Lele so serious and terrified, two sheriffs took her for a mental health evaluation.

After the doctor’s examination, it was confirmed that Lele had no mental illness.

After a stern criticism, the sheriffs sent Lele packing.

Lele felt helpless.

Why doesn’t anyone believe her?

She’s even begun to doubt herself whether what she encountered last night was real or not.

Lele anxiously pulled her hair:

"Am I really mentally ill?"

A hoarse voice came:

"Young girl, are you in trouble? How about I, this old Daoist, give you a reading."

Lele turned her head to see a shabby old Daoist holding a divination flag at the alley entrance.

Lele’s eyes lit up.

She used to not believe in supernatural things, but after last night, her perception of the world has changed.

A Daoist must be able to catch ghosts!

Lele walked swiftly to the Daoist:

"Master Daoist, I..."

The old Daoist interrupted her, saying sternly:

"No need to say anything, I’ll know everything soon."

After speaking, the old Daoist began to calculate, slowly opening his mouth under Lele’s expectant gaze:

"Young girl, your face looks dark; you must have encountered something strange.

Last night, did you run into something unclean?"

Lele’s eyes grew brighter, nodding like a pecking chick:

"Master, do you think that thing will come after me again?"

The old Daoist continued calculating, frowning deeply while hissing:

"Strange, encountering something dirty should reduce your fortune.

But... why do you have such a strong spiritual destiny?

Young girl, your life is not simple!

What you encountered last night might not have been something dirty, but a deity!

Your destiny is incredibly precious!"

Lele was almost moved to tears.

After encountering such a terrifying event last night, no one believes her today.

Only someone from the Mystical Sect, whom she used to look down on, believes and comforts her.

She felt terribly aggrieved.

Lele glanced back at Qingshan Hospital, angrily saying:

"Really don’t know who’s the mentally ill one!"

The old Daoist stroked his beard and chuckled:

"The mentally ill just have a worldview different from others.

The majority doesn’t allow a minority to have a different worldview, so they find reasons to imprison that minority."

Lele looked at the old Daoist with newfound respect.

She didn’t quite understand what he said, but felt it was profound!

The two sheriffs who had earlier taken Lele for a mental evaluation passed by the alley and saw Lele:

"Why are you still here? Can’t find a taxi? We’ll take you."

Lele shook her head:

"No need to trouble you, I’m just talking with the master."

The sheriffs suspiciously looked at the old Daoist.

Just then, a roar came from deep within the alley:

"Damn it, give me back my clothes!

Yes, you! Don’t run!

Officers, catch that mentally ill guy!"

From deep within the alley, an elderly man without a shirt was running towards them, rubbing his head, and pointing angrily at the old Daoist.

The old Daoist’s face changed drastically, and he was about to run.

The two sheriffs reacted quickly, swiftly pinning down the old Daoist.

In the scuffle, the old Daoist’s robe was pulled off, revealing a hospital gown.

The hospital gown read ’Qingshan Hospital’.

The elder who had given chase grabbed the old Daoist’s hair, lamenting:

"This old thing ambushed me and stole all my gear.

Officers, you can’t let him go!"

Lele’s mouth twitched.

This is just... what kind of mess is this!

She turned and walked away.

The old Daoist struggled, shouting at Lele:

"Young girl! Come learn cultivation immortality with me! You have a deep spiritual destiny!"

Lele stood frozen, speechless for a moment, watching wide-eyed as the old Daoist was taken back to the hospital.