A Mouse Leading the Monster World to Re-Employment

A treasure-spitting mouse female protagonist whose luck improves when she's near wealth, and a male protagonist who can hear monsters' thoughts and specializes in eliminating anomalies.

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Does Wong Tai Sin also have someone he can't forget?

Does Wong Tai Sin also have someone he can't forget?

Chen Ming's face turned pale with fear in an instant. He stammered for a long time before finally saying, "I was just casually complaining about life that day, but I didn't expect things to turn out like this. Everything was fine when I first came in!"

Shen Zhizhou hummed in agreement, guessing that Chen Ming must have said something that triggered the restriction. He turned his head and whispered something in Chen Ming's ear, telling him not to come back to stay until the matter was resolved. After hearing this, Chen Ming handed the key to Shen Zhizhou and ran out the door, not forgetting to close the door behind them.

Shuyi tilted her head to look at Shen Zhizhou, only to see that Shen Zhizhou looked around and then casually pulled over a stool, as if he were at home and invited Shuyi to sit down.

Shuyi: "???"

Is it really okay to be so casual? Aren't they here to eliminate strange occurrences and solve problems? Why are they acting like they're in their own home?

She ignored Shen Zhizhou when he spoke to her, and out of boredom, she started playing with her fingernails.

The attic was small and warm. For some reason, Shuyi's eyelids started to droop, and then she fell asleep headfirst on the floor.

When Shuyi groggily got up from the floor and glanced at the clock, it was almost 10 p.m., while Shen Zhizhou was facing away from Shuyi, busy with something.

Shuyi poked her head over and found that Shen Zhizhou was also dozing off, just like her. Shuyi rubbed her hands together and put them into Shen Zhizhou's neck. Shen Zhizhou was so cold that he jumped up from the stool.

"We've been waiting here for so long and haven't gotten anything. Why don't we head back later? I want to eat sweet osmanthus rice balls in fermented rice wine." Shuyi licked her lips, feeling her stomach growling.

Shen Zhizhou stared at Shu Yi for a while, then, with his hands in his pockets and an expressionless face, suddenly said, "I don't want to live anymore."

Shuyi: "???"

"What's gotten into you again? I just said I wanted to eat some sweet osmanthus rice balls and you don't want to live anymore? How can you be so desperate for life?" Shu Yi cursed Shen Zhizhou in her heart again.

Shu Yi stood with her hands on her hips, glaring at Shen Zhizhou, but Shen Zhizhou acted as if he didn't see her and started talking to himself.

“My father was an alcoholic, and whenever he got drunk, he would beat my mother and me. But my mother always protected me with her thin and frail body. Later, because I started school late and didn’t know many words, the other kids would always take advantage of breaks to surround me and call me a country bumpkin. When I finally got into university and could finally enjoy life with my mother, my father gambled away all the tuition fees I had saved and wouldn’t let me go to school anymore. So I started wandering around doing odd jobs to make a living… In the winter, I washed dishes in the kitchen of a restaurant and my hands got frostbite. To this day, my hands still can’t straighten out…”

At first, Shu Yi felt a little sad and teared up when she heard Shen Zhizhou's self-narration, but the more she listened, the more something seemed off. Shen Zhizhou, how come your description of your life is so different from the reality of living in a big villa and having walls of books on all four sides in your study?

Just as Shu Yi was frowning and pondering Shen Zhizhou's sudden outburst, she heard a clear, slightly sobbing Northeastern accent come from the corner behind her: "My god, buddy, your life is too tragic, even more tragic than what I've experienced before..."

Seeing that he had finally lured the thing out, Shen Zhizhou immediately pulled out the peach wood sword hidden under his coat and stabbed it. The thing let out a ghostly scream and then released a foul-smelling fart. Shen Zhizhou and Shu Yi immediately retreated from the attic, covering their noses and gagging.

"Ugh... What kind of biological weapon is this that stinks so bad!" Before Shen Zhizhou could even complain, Shu Yi, with her sensitive nose, had already collapsed on the stairs, seeing stars.

Looking at Shuyi, who was temporarily unable to move, Shen Zhizhou felt frustrated and disappointed. But fortunately, it wasn't all for naught; at least they had determined the monster's identity.

Shen Zhizhou pulled out his treasure chest-like pocket and rummaged around for a while. He then put double masks on himself and Shuyi, and also poured some water on a handkerchief to cover Shuyi's mouth and nose to prevent her from inhaling too much.

Upon re-entering the attic, Shen Zhizhou's first action was to open the doors and windows. Since the place was under a spell, the monsters inside couldn't leave.

Shen Zhizhou walked to the spot where the monster had appeared, squatted down, and began chanting, "Great Immortal, I wish to own a manor with a garden and a helicopter landing pad in the city center of every country and city, and to wake up every day to find a bank card with hundreds of millions in deposits. Furthermore, I hope..."

"Don't even think about it. I hope you'll shut up... Stop using me as a fool to make wishes. There's a limit to your dreams, kid!"

Shen Zhizhou watched as a furry weasel covered his mouth with its paw, its large, dark eyes reflecting the resentment in the immortal's heart.

"Hey, this weasel still has squinty eyes," Shen Zhizhou thought, taking a closer look.

"Speak, why do you cause trouble and harm people?" Shen Zhizhou asked calmly, seeing that Huang Daxian meant no harm.

"Don't talk nonsense! I've never hurt anyone. I'm just a lonely demon who wanted to talk to someone. I even cleaned their house during the day. Look, look, I even washed that kid's underwear!" Afraid that Shen Zhizhou wouldn't believe him, Huang Daxian dashed into the toilet, grabbed a basin of clothes he had only washed halfway, and came out to prove it.

Shen Zhizhou rubbed his forehead, while Shu Yi, trembling, leaned against the wall to testify for Huang Daxian: "I testify that he really doesn't smell like he's ever harmed anyone. It's just that he's not very clean and only takes a bath once in a long while."

Just as Wong Tai Sin was about to say something, Shen Zhizhou interrupted him, saying, "Are you two performing a comedy routine in front of me? And you should tell the truth instead of dawdling like that."

After saying that, Shen Zhizhou was stunned. Oh no... he had been led astray by Huang Daxian's accent.

Looking at the peach wood sword that Shen Zhizhou was holding in his arms, Huang Daxian honestly confessed everything. It turned out that Daxian had been trapped here for almost thirty years. To break the bondage on Huang Daxian, he had to find the person who first formed a bond with him. However, Huang Daxian had been searching for this person for more than twenty years without success.

Shen Zhizhou felt a headache coming on. In this vast sea of ​​people, he didn't even know if that person was still in the city or if they remembered that there was a monster waiting for them.

“I’m looking for my friend, Li Yan, a cartoonist! He can draw a lot of beautiful and interesting comics. His biggest dream is to one day publish a comic that sells well all over the country. He’s also very handsome, tall and thin, with a never-give-up smile on his face. Believe me, once you’ve seen him, you’ll never forget him!” Huang Daxian climbed onto the desk, clenched his claws, and shouted at the two of them.

Shen Zhizhou agreed to help Huang Daxian find someone, but on the condition that Huang Daxian not appear in front of people again to scare them. Huang Daxian retorted that he just wanted to find someone to chat with to relieve his boredom, but he was still frightened by Shen Zhizhou's threatening look and said that he understood.

As he was leaving, Huang Daxian stood at the door of the attic, waving a small handkerchief and crying as he called out to Shuyi and Shen Zhizhou to come and see him more often, otherwise he would suffocate.

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On his way back, Shen Zhizhou contacted the police station to arrange to borrow their system to check on someone later. Shu Yi also went into the police station with him.

Because they resolve strange occurrences for different people, strange occurrence removal masters have connections all over the country and in all walks of life. Moreover, strange occurrence removal masters are also talents secretly trained by the state, especially families like the Shen family that have been doing so for generations, which can be considered as being partially incorporated into the state.

Based on the facial features and identity clues provided by Wong Tai Sin, Shen Zhizhou began to search for this person in the system, while Shu Yi was responsible for finding out about the professions of cartoonists online. The two worked together without interfering with each other.

The two started searching at dawn and continued until sunset. Shu Yi's eyes widened in disbelief, and she shakily stood up from her chair and walked towards Shen Zhizhou.

Shen Zhizhou wasn't in much better shape either; his face was covered in dark circles, looking like he had been drained of all his energy.

The two glanced at each other, then turned their heads away in unison, both looking as if they were about to die.

Just as the two were feeling dejected, Uncle Zheng, an old policeman who was handing over his shift and knew Shen Zhizhou well, came over and greeted them: "Hey, what's wrong? Did you steal something last night?"

"Looking for someone, all my efforts tonight were for nothing," Shen Zhizhou replied listlessly.

Uncle Zheng sat down next to Shen Zhizhou and chuckled as he flipped through a few pages on the computer: "The person you're looking for is from over twenty years ago. You can't judge people from the past with today's standards; everything changes... Let me help you find them, otherwise you'll be searching for ages."

Shen Zhizhou repeated Uncle Zheng's words to himself, then suddenly realized something and grabbed Shuyi, rushing out: "Thank you, Uncle Zheng, I understand... I'll bring you a midnight snack when I get back."

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Shen Zhizhou rushed up to the attic in a few steps and bumped into Huang Daxian, who was pretending to be a ghost.

Feeling sleepy from not sleeping and a bit annoyed by being teased, Shen Zhizhou grabbed Huang Daxian's tail, wanting to beat him up.

Hanging upside down in Shen Zhizhou's palm, Huang Daxian was so anxious that he stammered and could barely speak, crying out for help.

Seeing this, Shu Yi hurriedly rescued Huang Daxian from Shen Zhizhou's grasp, carefully stroking Huang Daxian's tail while keeping a wary eye on Shen Zhizhou.

"You've been fooled by him too, are you still going to protect him?"

"I didn't! Although I am a demon, I have never harmed or teased anyone. What right do you have to slander me!" Huang Daxian covered his tail, pried open Shuyi's protective hand, and pointed at Shen Zhizhou in rebuttal.

"There is no such person at all. There is no Li Yan who became a cartoonist as you said, no one you forget after just one glance, none of them exist. His identity information cannot be found on the national population information website. Does this person you are talking about really exist?"

After hearing this, Huang Daxian was stunned for a long time. He jumped down from Shuyi's embrace, ran to the top beam of the attic, and dragged down a stack of things that were bigger than himself and carefully wrapped in plastic bags.

The master carefully peeled off the outer plastic bag, then the file bag inside, and finally took out an old newspaper wrapped in shredded cloth, which he spread out on the ground for them to see.

Pointing to the headline on the cover of an old newspaper that was yellowed but well-preserved, Da Xian said in a somewhat urgent tone, "This is my good friend. I haven't been able to find him since he moved out of the attic. I really miss him so much. I'm not lying to you."

The headline on the cover boldly proclaimed: "[An unknown individual broke into the publishing house, assaulted the editor-in-chief, causing injury, and displayed an appalling attitude.]"