Who says vengeful ghosts can't go on blind dates?

Child labor is actually quite difficult.

In fact, the world Ren Zhizhe transmigrated to was no better than the world he had been in before.

At the very least, the city where he lives has a particularly large gap between the rich and the poor.

As someone who traveled from the modern world, he was initially very uncomfortable here.

The world gave him a very cold feeling, completely devoid of human warmth.

Fortunately, Ren Zhizhe is relatively wealthy.

When he first learned that he had so much money, he immediately checked the exchange rate.

The result shocked him greatly—

The value of this world's currency is extremely high!

In other words, there are actually a lot he can do.

Ultimately, he gave up on the idea of ​​changing the world. Ren Zhizhe was self-aware; he knew he couldn't do it.

But perhaps out of psychological self-comfort, he still wanted to bring about some change in this cold world.

Therefore, Ren Zhizhe established a charity in the hope of helping some people.

But the charity soon went bankrupt.

It's not because of money.

The main thing is... something happened that made Ren Zhizhe feel that the world was beyond saving.

Can you imagine? People who accepted charitable donations one second are fighting each other the next.

Looking at the blood and dead bodies scattered on the ground, Ren Zhizhe felt his worldview being shaken.

The value of ghost coins is enough to trigger a fierce battle among the weaker, more powerful ghosts.

But Ren Zhizhe didn't know that. So, he just thought of an old saying: "Every pitiful person has something hateful about them."

He abandoned the charity, or rather, he abandoned it.

However, the charity survived for several months after its collapse. It's unclear who bailed it out, but the charity he founded is still active in the world today.

"If there's nothing else, you can leave now." Seeing that the two human waiters were still there, the cameraman finally spoke.

Because Ren Zhizhe was there, he was relatively restrained.

If this were at a sunset movie theater, he probably would have just torn the photo up with his bare hands.

For him, humans are not profitable. Not only do they not bring any profit, they also occupy a seat in the Sunset Cinema, depriving them of the profit from a weak and vengeful ghost.

Therefore, he has no good feelings towards humans.

Ren Zhizhe remained silent, clearly indicating that he agreed with the cameraman's decision to let them leave.

There was nothing else he could do but lead his companion out of the private room, pulling the food cart.

"Sigh... Getting a tip from a vengeful ghost? That's simply impossible." He muttered to himself again. This time, his words were audible to those around him.

However, the girl with the low ponytail still looked numb.

Perhaps there was some kind of obstacle, but she couldn't respond to what the plaid shirt had said.

The plaid shirt knew this too, and didn't expect his companion to reply.

They pushed the food cart back. On the way, they saw the gunman.

Strangely, it was only that gunman.

They saw neither the food truck, nor the woman, nor the octopus ghost that had returned.

In the empty corridor, only the gunman stood there, his back to them.

But before the two of them could get close, the gunman suddenly disappeared.

Disappeared suddenly?

It doesn't seem like an attack by a vengeful ghost. It's more like... being sent back to the real world after completing a bizarre game mission?

Seeing this, the man in the plaid shirt started muttering to himself again, saying things that no one else could understand.

But he hadn't gone far pushing the food cart when the man in the plaid shirt was interrupted by a slight electrical noise that suddenly rang out in the corridor.

The sound was very faint, like the hissing sound of an old radio that wasn't tuned properly.

The man in the plaid shirt stopped muttering to himself and looked around warily.

He and the girl were at the end of a side street in the main corridor, some distance from the private rooms they had previously served.

The gunman disappeared just ahead. The place was now deserted, utterly empty.

"Hey...did you hear me?" the man in the plaid shirt asked in a low voice, even though he knew the girl most likely wouldn't answer.

As expected, the girl did not react.

The electrical noise lasted for about three or four seconds, and then stopped abruptly.

The plaid shirt made its decision in an instant.

He continued pushing the cart, even increasing his pace. Only after pushing the cart into the employee entrance did he resume his previous self-talking manner.

He and the girl returned to the kitchen to prepare for the second round of meals on the fourth floor.

The vengeful ghost in the kitchen stared intently at them. Only after confirming that they were indeed working diligently did it reluctantly look away.

The chef ghosts did not inquire about the whereabouts of the other two players.

But the atmosphere in the kitchen seemed even more oppressive than before. Although the chef ghosts were no longer staring at them, they would still occasionally make teeth-grinding chopping sounds.

The man in the plaid shirt quickly pushed the food cart away with the girl.

They retraced their steps and returned to the private room where they had been served before.

It was the same person in the plaid shirt who knocked on the door. After waiting for a while, the door opened, but this time it seemed to open much slower than before.

The door slowly opened, but what was revealed was neither the cameraman's gloomy face nor Ren Zhizhe's calm expression.

Standing at the door was a young male ghost, dressed in tattered waiter's clothes, with a pale face and sunken eyes.

He tilted his head and said in an extremely slow voice, as if his rusty joints were turning, "The...meal...is...here?"

"Yes." The man in the plaid shirt remained remarkably calm.

Having encountered even stranger-looking ghosts in previous missions, he was naturally able to calmly push the food cart inside.

However, this time, he didn't keep his head down like the first time. Instead, he started to glance at the environment inside the private room in a cunning manner.

The scene inside the private room was chilling.

The private room was a mess. The carpet was torn and ripped, the coffee table was overturned, and broken bottles were scattered all over the floor.

Furthermore, the air was filled with a strong, pungent stench of blood and decay. It was so overpowering that it was impossible to ignore.

Ren Zhizhe remained seated in his original spot. He seemed oblivious to everything, continuing to eat slowly and methodically.

What happened here?

He quickly scanned the plaid shirts.

The cameraman is still there.

The male ghost from before hadn't even had a chance to sit back down at the table.

Octopus Ghost... Octopus Ghost isn't here.

So, is it related to the octopus ghost?

He quietly pushed the food cart to the table and began to set the table with the girl for the second round of dishes.

The dishes were completely different from the first round. This time, the food cart no longer featured those delicate dishes with unidentifiable ingredients, but rather several plates of strangely colored stews and a large bowl of dark red, still slightly bubbling soup.

A layer of oil floats on the surface of the thick soup, and occasionally a bubble rises, releasing a strong, bloody smell when it bursts.

The plaid shirt placed the soup bowl steadily on the turntable.

The young male ghost in the tattered waiter's uniform had already returned to his seat.

He tilted his head, his deep-set eyes devoid of eyeballs, only two thick masses of darkness. But that darkness seemed to possess vision, staring intently at the dishes on the table, especially the bowl of dark red soup.

The cameraman slightly raised his head and pointed the lens at the dishes on the table. But after a moment, he slowly turned his head again, and the lens was pointed at the plaid shirt.

The man in the plaid shirt felt an invisible pressure enveloping him, as if something cold was licking his skin through the lens.

He quickly lowered his eyes, stopped looking around, and hurriedly stepped aside.

Ren Zhizhe wiped his mouth with a napkin. He glanced at the new dishes on the table, frowned slightly, but said nothing.

The cameraman spoke first, his voice carrying a faint hint of amusement: "Your restaurant does a pretty good job; the dishes are very fresh."

Upon hearing this, the young male ghost made a gurgling sound in his throat.

He stretched out his pale, almost transparent hand and tremblingly picked up the soup spoon from the table.

Ren Zhizhe seemed completely uninterested in the second round of dishes. He continued to eat his much more normal-looking meal in front of him at a leisurely pace, seemingly oblivious to the mess and strangeness around him.

The cameraman didn't touch the dishes.

Perhaps the camera couldn't eat, because the plate in front of him looked like it had just been opened and seemed to have never been used.

"How long have you been working here?" Ren Zhizhe suddenly asked.

"Just started working, sir." The man in the plaid shirt, like the other ghosts, addressed Ren Zhizhe as "sir."

"Has it just started?" Ren Zhizhe glanced at the girl with the low ponytail.

This time, Ren Zhizhe watched for a little longer.

He noticed that the girl's clothes were relatively clean, and she didn't seem like someone who had crawled out of a slum.

But the girl's expression... made him very uncomfortable.

It was as if all hope had been lost.

He wanted to ask the two waiters why they were working there. But considering it would infringe on their privacy, he forcibly stopped himself from doing so.

However, he was just too curious.

Even the most vengeful ghosts in the slums of this world wouldn't show such an expression.

He desperately wanted to know what had turned the girl into this.

If possible, he wants to try to change that place that makes him feel very uncomfortable.

"Could you tell me where you're from?" he asked.

However, when questioned, he also took out a few ghost coins from his person.

This action drew the attention of the ghosts at the Sunset Cinema table. But upon noticing that it was just a few low-denomination ghost coins, they turned their attention back to the food.

"Is this for us?"

"Yes. May I answer that?"

"Of course. We..."

Seeing the opportunity to complete the bizarre game mission right in front of him, the plaid shirt was slightly tempted.

However, Ren Zhizhe's problem is also extremely thorny.

If the other party is a human disguised as a vengeful ghost, then they probably want to help them.

But what if it isn't?

How should he respond?

Should we just say they come from the human world?

I doubt it will work.

So, tell a lie?

That's not a good idea either.

Based on his personal inclinations, he felt the other person was more likely a vengeful ghost.

If the rules of this vengeful ghost's killings are related to lying, they will die right here.

Money from vengeful ghosts isn't so easy to take.

What does this vengeful ghost want to know?

"Sir, we're from out of town, we're from another city."

"Where did you live before?" Ren Zhizhe glanced at the girl with the ponytail again.

This time, the plaid shirt seemed to understand.

Is this vengeful ghost, which looks so much like the player, trying to find out the origin of the girl with the low ponytail?

That's strange, why would a vengeful ghost care about this?

"I used to live in a nice apartment. This child used to live in an orphanage."

"An orphanage?" Ren Zhizhe repeated, "Which orphanage?"

"The name of that welfare home is Song's Anxiang Welfare Home."

"Song Family Anxiang Welfare Home?"

Ren Zhizhe nodded.

Weird name.

But there are indeed many things in this world with strange names, so he wasn't too surprised, nor did he think about it being a pseudonym.

Since he planned to check it out himself later, Ren Zhizhe didn't ask any more questions and simply handed the money to the man in the plaid shirt.

I didn't pick up the plaid shirt right away.

Ghost coins have an owner.

Ghostcoins must be "tradable".

If you try to steal it by force, you can't take away someone else's ghost coins unless you kill the holder.

Therefore, the ghost money in front of you may be a rare opportunity, or it may be a death warrant deliberately issued by a vengeful ghost.

He glanced at the cameraman, then at the young male ghost in the tattered waiter's uniform. Only after confirming that neither of them showed any interest did he quickly accept the ghost coins.

[Rewards settlement in progress...]

The eerie game's notification sound rang out.

This bizarre game mission seems to allow them to stay in the bizarre world for a while longer. Therefore, they need to manually confirm their return after completing the mission.

But regardless, the mission of the eerie game was indeed completed.

The eerie game had already deposited the rewards for this dungeon mission into his pocket.

However, the plaid shirt remained unmoved.

He seemed oblivious to the strange game's hints, slowly lowering his head and no longer looking at Ren Zhizhe. Ren Zhizhe also refocused his attention on his plate, as if his earlier question was merely a spur-of-the-moment pastime.

He didn't mutter to himself in front of the group of vengeful ghosts; instead, he was deep in thought.

He initially used the word "we." Therefore, his companions must have also completed the task in this bizarre game.

But what he was thinking about now was—was Ren Zhizhe a human or a ghost?

If they are vengeful ghosts, why not kill them instead of helping them?

If it were a human, how would they disguise themselves as a vengeful ghost?

Unfortunately, the quest hints given by the eerie game only mentioned "guest." Human guests are still guests, so there's no way to determine Ren Zhizhe's identity using this method.

Furthermore, he knew very little about Ren Zhizhe.

It seems he doesn't even know the other person's name?

If I were to ask, it would be too sudden, and I honestly feel like dying.

In the end, he simply bowed slightly and walked out of the private room with the girl, pushing the food cart.

Anyway, this bizarre game is finally over.