Countless fragments of souls drifted through the air, like fireflies beside the fields in summer. Who could have imagined that such hideous demons, upon death, would leave behind such a tragic beauty?

The commotion on the rooftop finally alarmed the residents below, who quickly called the police.

Besides the police, ambulances and overtime reporters all rushed to the scene. The boxed female corpse on the rooftop, along with nine naked mutual-masturbating men, would be more than enough to change tomorrow’s headlines.

Within a few hours, the police issued a nationwide wanted notice for Mark Grant. It was believed that it wouldn’t be long before this guy was sent to prison. With Mark Grant’s handsome looks, he’d probably be forced to “pick up the soap” by his cellmates quite often.

The whole incident was explained as: “A beautiful girl returning from abroad, driven to attempt suicide by family troubles, accidentally stumbles upon a group of perverts and unwittingly exposes a murder case”… The entire headline was full of sensitive words—if this doesn’t go viral, there’s no justice!

Grace Lincoln, wrapped in a blanket, sat in the police car. The reporters who wanted to interview her were all kept outside the cordon. The creamy hot cocoa in her hands seemed to be the best thing she’d encountered tonight.

Just as she was about to take a sip, Jason Grant suddenly slid in and snatched it away, gulping it all down in one go. This guy wasn’t even afraid of burning his esophagus. With his love for sweets, he was destined to die of diabetes before he turned 30, wasn’t he?

“All done. In a bit, you just need to go back with them and give a statement, and you’ll basically be fine. Since you have nowhere to stay, I asked the police uncle to arrange a guesthouse for you, on their dime. But you can only stay for one day at most. After that, you’ll have to find a place yourself. Next time, remember: anyone who shows you an apartment after midnight is either a ghost or a pervert. What I did was basically ‘Guo Jingming pressing the elevator button’ (if you don’t get it, ask Baidu)—this is as much as I can help.” Jason Grant put down the cup and burped contentedly.

“Even though there were some misunderstandings between us, thank you.” Grace Lincoln’s upbringing made her bow sincerely in gratitude. “If I weren’t in a cold war with my dad, I’d definitely invite you home for a meal to thank you.”

“No problem, you can pay with your body if you don’t have money. Even though you’re not an F-cup, at least you’ve got those 115-centimeter long legs—I can make do.” Jason Grant leered.

With a thud, Jason Grant was kicked out of the police car, accompanied by a string of curses. Even as the police car drove away with Grace Lincoln, you could still hear “pervert!” being shouted from the window.

Watching the police car leave, Jason Grant put his black trench coat back on, dragged his suitcase, slung his sword-carrying ghost on his back, and walked into the deserted street.

At that moment, his phone rang…

“Godmother, you’re going to kill me. Working overtime this late, you have to get me some overtime pay! Now, send me the address of my new dorm!” Jason Grant’s figure disappeared into the night.

The night, at least, passed without further incident, but Grace Lincoln’s battle was far from over.

After staying just one day at the government-paid hotel, Grace Lincoln ran away. Her father had already sent people to look for her.

Although Grace Lincoln usually had plenty of pocket money, most of it was spent via credit card. To hide her return to the country, she’d used her limited cash to buy a plane ticket, and now she had only about 800 yuan left. Helpless, she moved into an internet café, probably the cheapest place to spend the night in the capital.

Of course, the main reason was that there were lots of people here, so she didn’t have to worry about running into ghosts or other dirty things—except for the yellow-haired, spiky-headed “shamate” types.

Every day, Grace Lincoln sent out resumes online, searching for a way to stay in this city where every inch of land was precious. Although she was technically a university dropout, she was confident in her English and French, and she’d interned at a Fortune 500 company during the summer, so her work experience wasn’t bad.

Unfortunately, things were never as simple as they seemed. In the capital, there was never a shortage of talent. Even college students were competing to be manure collectors. Knowing a foreign language was hardly a core competitive advantage.

For three whole days, the only replies Grace Lincoln got were from shady-looking small companies, plus two interview notices from bathhouses.

Grace Lincoln didn’t want to compromise by working at a fast-food restaurant. The main reason wasn’t that she thought the job was beneath her, but that her dad had already started looking for her. Working in a public place would make it much easier to be found. That was one of the reasons she was holed up in the internet café.

On the third day of Grace Lincoln’s stay at the internet café, just as she was about to leave for an interview at a deer farm in the suburbs, a new email popped up on her computer screen from 51job.com.

She hurriedly clicked it open—surprisingly, it was a “Congratulations, you’ve received an interview opportunity” message.

The information showed that the company that selected Grace Lincoln was a public institution, with the job located within the Third Ring of the capital. If she passed the exam and was hired, she’d enjoy five types of insurance and three types of funds, paid annual leave, job training, a 13th-month salary at year’s end, performance-based year-end bonuses, company-paid travel, major illness medical coverage, birthday red envelopes…

Scrolling through the detailed list of benefits, Grace Lincoln went through two full screens. By the end, her fingers were trembling, because this public institution was offering a formal civil servant position. In the capital, this was a bona fide government job!!

The only flaw was that the name of the institution was a bit odd…

“Department of Underworld Affairs? Is this a crematorium?” Grace Lincoln frowned in confusion.

Chapter 5: Nemesis