Chapter 1: The Strange Occurrence on Guarding Spirit Night

  Although she said so, I felt that she was lying because the woman I saw just now wore the same uniform as this salesgirl!

  If she was alone at work, then who was that woman just now?

  I hugged her and asked with a mind to uncover her thoughts: "Sister, is there someone among your colleagues who is tall and thin, has long black hair, and big eyes?"

  As soon as she heard this question, her face immediately fell, and she asked me in a bad tone: "Do you still want this perfume?"

  I didn't expect her to suddenly change her face. At that time, I was not only puzzled but also a bit angry. "What? Want to drive me away?"

  She was a salesperson in uniform, and no matter what, she dared to tell me to leave. Her stiff and cold response was: "Miss, I'm working now. If you don't buy perfume, I can't chat with you!"

  "Weren't we just talking normally? I stood there without moving."

  Her face looked even uglier, pretending to be busy with something at the counter, not even looking me in the eye, saying: "Miss, do you still want that bottle of perfume or not?"

  I'm sure her reaction was off, she absolutely knew who I was talking about, but she tried to avoid the topic, and if I kept asking, she definitely wouldn't tell me.

  "Of course I'll buy it, give me the bill!"

  To be honest, I'm very reluctant. If it weren't for giving it to Ling Shan, I wouldn't want to buy this perfume at all. What a waste of money!

  The other party didn't smile either, and went to open the bill for me with a cold face!

  I received the order and almost blew up, what kind of professional ethics is this, it's infuriating!

  I thought to myself, she must be framing someone for stealing perfume. But I had just described it a bit, and she immediately turned hostile, isn't that a bit too exaggerated?

  When I went to pay, a cleaning aunt with downcast eyes walked over and smiled at me: "Girl, what did you ask the salesgirl at the perfume counter just now?"

  I was just talking to that salesperson and didn't notice this lady, she must have been nearby and overheard us!

  At this moment, my gossiping mind is acting up again! Laughingly asking: "Auntie, you saw it too, right? The sister who was crying at the perfume counter said her colleague framed her for stealing perfume..."

  The cleaning aunt's face suddenly sank, looked around, and said suspiciously: "Girl, you've seen something you shouldn't have!"

  I was taken aback, what shouldn't I have seen?

  The cleaning aunt pulled me to one side and whispered, "That crying girl you mentioned, I know her. She was a very well-behaved girl, but she's been dead for half a year!"

  Damn it! I'm petrified! Am I so unlucky? A ghost encounter in broad daylight!

  And now that she mentions it, I think it's suspicious too. There were people around the counter just now, but only I seemed to have seen her.

  "Is he dead? How did he die?"

  The other party let out a long sigh and said regretfully, "That day, a bottle of perfume went missing from their counter, someone suspected that she had stolen it, and it caused a big commotion. The manager came, the police came, and in front of many people at the mall, they found the lost perfume in her bag. She was grief-stricken, humiliated, and had no evidence to prove that she didn't steal it. In anger, she rushed out, only to be hit and killed by a speeding large truck!"