This Taoist priest is so unprofessional!

Zhang Chen's words were impeccable, explaining why the cat was there while also highlighting the professionalism and service of his firm.

The girl now completely believed Zhang Chen's words.

Holding her beloved cat, which she had lost and found again, she looked at Zhang Chen with excitement, her eyes filled with admiration.

"Master! You are truly amazing! How did you predict that I wouldn't be able to find it when I went there?"

Zhang Chen raised his hand with feigned profundity and stroked his non-existent goatee.

"Heavenly secrets must not be revealed."

"Everything has a spirit. Searching for traces is merely establishing a faint connection with its spirit. It's nothing to worry about."

Standing to the side, Wang Xiaoer couldn't help but roll his eyes at Zhang Chen's serious-sounding nonsense.

The contrast is incredible.

The girl's brother was speechless at this moment. Looking at his sister's excited expression of having found her again, and then at Zhang Chen, who had a rather "ethereal and otherworldly" air about him, he also showed a bit of embarrassment.

"Um... Master, I was too impulsive just now, I'm sorry."

"It's alright."

Zhang Chen was playing a team fight with his headphones on and didn't hear what this guy yelled at all, but he still waved his hand magnanimously.

"It's understandable that they love you so much."

The girl not only readily paid the remaining balance, but also took out a wad of cash from her wallet and insisted on stuffing 888 yuan into a large red envelope for Zhang Chen, saying it was a thank-you fee.

"Master, don't worry! I'll definitely tell all my friends about it when I get back! My friends are always losing their dogs or jewelry, they'll all come to you for help!"

Holding the cat, she thanked Zhang Chen profusely before leaving with her brother, completely satisfied.

The glass door of the office closed again, and the room finally returned to calm.

Zhang Chen held the thick wad of banknotes in his hand, weighed it, and his face lit up with joy.

The first transaction was a complete success.

"Congratulations on your grand opening!"

He walked up to Wang Xiaoer, patted him on the shoulder generously, and stuffed most of the money into his pocket.

"The accountant will deposit the money into the card later."

Wang Xiaoer was still somewhat dazed as he looked at the money in his pocket.

So... you made money?

Zhang Chen stuffed the remaining money into his pocket, waved his hand, and his face was filled with an unprecedented sense of pride.

"Let's go, let's have a good meal tonight!"

As they were talking, Zhang Chen caught a glimpse of Wang Xiaoer's hands, which were behind his back, and the skewers he was holding.

"Damn it! You bastard, you're eating all by yourself?!"

As he spoke, he reached out to snatch the skewers from Wang Xiao's hand.

Just as Wang Xiaoer was about to explain that the skewers in his hand were bought to eat together, the brand-new landline in the office suddenly rang.

The shrill ringing of the bell shattered the evening's tranquility, startling both of them.

This is the first time the phone has rung since it was installed.

Zhang Chen casually grabbed a skewer of grilled meat, took a bite, and then quickly walked over to answer the phone.

He cleared his throat, leaned back in his gaming chair, and struck a professional pose.

"Qiankun Law Firm, dedicated to serving you."

There was a two-second silence on the other end of the phone, followed by a young male voice with a noticeable tremor, sounding as if he had been terrified by something, his voice thin and shaky.

"Feed? Is this Qiankun Agency?"

"Can...can you really exorcise evil spirits?"

Zhang Chen raised an eyebrow.

Another customer?

He immediately put his legs down, sat up straight, and his voice became more composed, carrying a deliberately created sense of mystery.

"It can exorcise evil spirits and ward off misfortune, find auspicious burial sites, and do everything else."

"May I ask what trouble you've encountered?"

The young man on the other end of the phone seemed to have grasped at a straw and began speaking very quickly.

"Master! Master, help me! My name is Li Hao, I... I'm being driven crazy!"

Li Hao's voice was trembling with tears.

He had been out of school for almost two years and was still unemployed, so he used his family's savings to partner with a friend and take over an internet cafe near the university town.

They had planned to make a little money from the students' nightlife, but ever since they took over the shop, all sorts of strange things have been happening.

"Strange thing?"

Zhang Chen shoved Wang Xiaoer, who was leaning in close, aside, signaling him to be quiet, and then simply turned on speakerphone.

"Yes! At first we thought it was a coincidence, but it got weirder and weirder!"

Li Hao's voice was broken and intermittent due to fear.

He said all the strange things happened after midnight.

Even though the internet cafe was completely empty, the computer in the far corner would always emit the crisp sound of keyboard clicks.

The sound was rhythmic, just like someone was actually typing.

They checked it, and the keyboard was fine, and the computer was turned off.

The surveillance system also malfunctioned.

In the surveillance footage at midnight, there are always fleeting black shadows, moving so fast they seem like illusions.

Sometimes it's a chair that wobbles slightly on its own, and sometimes it's a drink bottle on the bar that falls over without warning.

"We've tolerated all of this... we'll just assume it's due to aging wiring or the wind."

Li Hao took a deep breath and lowered his voice even further, as if afraid of being overheard by something.

"The weirdest one is the innermost private room on the second floor, there's only that one!"

"We've tried countless times with that computer—unplugging the power, turning off the main switch, we've tried everything. But every night, as soon as it's past midnight, its screen lights up by itself."

Wang Xiaoer, who was listening nearby, couldn't help but chime in.

"Could it be due to aging circuitry, or someone playing a prank?"

His voice wasn't loud, but Li Hao on the other end of the phone could hear it through the speakerphone.

"impossible!"

Li Hao retorted excitedly.

"We had an electrician come and check, and the wiring is fine! To prevent pranks, we even locked the door to that private room! But the computer still lights up by itself!"

Zhang Chen spoke calmly into the phone.

"What will the screen display after it lights up?"

"A login screen."

Li Hao's voice trembled even more violently.

"It's the login screen for a game called 'Gods and Demons Era,' an old game from several years ago. The servers have been shut down for ages! But it just keeps showing that screen, playing the login music over and over again, until it finally turns off by itself at dawn!"

Because of these strange occurrences, several night shift internet cafe managers have already been scared away.

Nobody dares to work the night shift now.

Rumors began circulating among the students that their internet cafe was haunted, causing business to plummet and the cafe to soon go out of business.

Desperate, they searched online and found "Qiankun Agency," which had only been registered a few days prior. With nothing to lose, they made the call.

After listening to Li Hao's account, Zhang Chen remained silent for a moment.

Wang Xiaoer, who was listening nearby, felt his hair stand on end. He quietly nudged Zhang Chen's arm, trying to tell him not to take on such a frightening job.

Zhang Chen, however, seemed oblivious and confidently assured the person on the other end of the phone.

"rest assured."

"Judging from your description, there's a high chance there really is something dirty inside."

"But these are minor issues for me."

"I'll give you a phone number, send me the address, and we'll go there tonight."

Upon hearing this, Li Hao was so excited that he became incoherent and repeatedly expressed his gratitude.