She carried her shopping basket, left the back area, and headed towards the entrance. She didn't know what time it was here, or if it was the same as outside, but there were still very few people in the supermarket.

As she walked to the counter, Sheen picked up her shopping basket and placed it there. The cashier, with a face that looked like she'd been cursed with a deathly pallor, began scanning the tags. She noticed that the cashier deliberately ignored the items with dollar prices and scanned the others directly.

Sheen scratched her face, wondering if she should pretend to be stupid, like saying she'd been having trouble sleeping lately.

“Cash items must be paid for at the self-service machine at the entrance,” the cashier said. “Other items will cost a total of 3.5 nightmares.”

Sheen just stared at him, then began her performance—as she rummaged through her pockets, she muttered, “Oh dear, I definitely brought it with me, I must have forgotten it at home.”

The other person's expression immediately became very wary, their eyes meeting hers with a hint of fear, as if they were witnessing something crazy and deadly.

She feigned embarrassment, gave the man an apologetic smile, and said, "I really need them. Can I pay in cash? I can pay you double."

"Impossible, are you an inspector?" the man said, his expression growing increasingly panicked, as if he were facing some ferocious beast or a monster from a horror movie. "Listen... these goods can only be paid for with nightmares, cash is absolutely out of the question, please don't be ridiculous!"

Sheen continued to stare at him, and the other man stared back with wide eyes, looking as tense as if the end of the world had come.

She sighed, then gave him another smile. "Yes, I am the examiner. Congratulations on passing the test. I'm really happy to see how professional you all are."

"Yes... I'm very... very grateful for your angle," the other person said curtly.

Damn it, what an idiot.

Sheen cursed inwardly.