Chapter 4 The reason Qiao Yanyu returned to this small stall was because she had lost track of that person...

Qiao Yanyu returned to the stall because she had lost track of the ghost. Sighing, she could only turn back to the unusual-looking stall and its owner, hoping to find some clues.

But when she returned, she found that the stall and the person were gone. Qiao Yanyu was a carefree person; she didn't dwell on the person's absence, but simply sighed and decided to come back to find her the next day.

He Zhao was driving his electric tricycle early in the morning, having stayed up all night. While waiting at a traffic light, he couldn't help but sneeze. The system alarm went off: [Host, don't catch a cold. If you do, you'll need to rest and won't be able to make money.]

He Zhao rubbed his nose: "I definitely don't have a cold, I'm perfectly healthy. It's probably just someone talking about me."

No one in this world knows you, host.

"That was before I time-traveled. Maybe my friends are saying that I haven't been online for so many days, which is why I sneezed."

She argued with the system for a while, and then suddenly thought: Maybe it would be better to just catch a cold? If she caught a cold, she could be lazy and not go to the stall, and she wouldn't have to encounter those ghosts every day. She could stay at home easily.

Speaking of small amounts of money, although setting up a stall is tiring, cold, and dangerous, it also brings in a lot of money. After three nights, he has already earned two thousand yuan, which is enough for He Zhao to live on for a few days.

He Zhao had never imagined that he would ever feel so wronged, having to spend two thousand yuan over several days!

After thinking it over, she continued to curse the system.

That evening, she still got up, rinsed the rice, put it in the rice cooker to cook, and ordered takeout. When the takeout arrived, she scooped the rice out of the rice cooker and started eating. She wasn't bragging, but her rice was absolutely delicious; the rice delivered by other takeout vendors was always rotten fish and shrimp, nothing compared to hers.

After finishing dinner, He Zhao turned on her phone again. She was a hardcore gamer, and she really craved games on days without them. Over the past few days, she downloaded and tried out quite a few games, finally finding a MOBA game very similar to the ones she used to play before her transmigration, and began her ranked journey from scratch.

The game has beautiful graphics, is easy to pick up, and is a nationally popular mobile game, so He Zhao was very satisfied. The only thing that made her unhappy was that the phone the system had given her was too laggy. It would crash three times during a single team battle, and by the time she came back, her game screen had long since turned black and white, and her character was lying on the ground.

He Zhao still diligently goes to set up a stall even now, and it's hard to say that there's no factor in him wanting to save money to buy a new phone.

As for encountering ghosts... as long as they don't harm her, she feels she can tolerate it.

It was almost 10 o'clock when He Zhao finally set off, hopping on her electric scooter and heading towards the park. She lingered under the second streetlamp before finally setting up her stall. At 10 o'clock, there wasn't a single couple on a date in the park, which showed just how remote it was.

He Zhao yawned and set up her stall. Based on her experience from the previous three days, she knew that no customers would come before midnight.

This is why the system tolerated her dawdling the whole way without urging her at all; otherwise, it would definitely have been nagging her about how slow she was. He Zhao really didn't know where this system's chatter came from. When she was learning in the system space, she felt that its mouth was particularly talkative, ridiculously so.

But today, the guest arrived unusually early... to be precise, the other party wasn't even a guest.

When He Zhao saw that spirited young woman again, she was somewhat surprised, especially when the woman approached her. The woman came up to her and asked directly, "Hello, I have something I'd like to discuss with you. Do you have time?"

"have."

He Zhao agreed almost without hesitation. After all, this was her dream guest, and besides, she was really free right now.

He Zhao moved two plastic stools and invited the young lady to sit behind the stall. They sat facing each other, but He Zhao felt it wasn't quite right. She was too close; being directly bombarded by her beauty made He Zhao feel his face heat up.

However, compared to He Zhao, the person opposite him was clearly much more businesslike: "I am an investigator from the Hongyun City Paranormal Countermeasures Bureau, my name is Qiao Yanyu. I've been investigating a ghost recently, and I made a discovery near your stall last night, but I lost track of the target after following the ghost away. Do you have any clues?"

While saying this, Qiao Yanyu took out her ID from her pocket and held it up in front of He Zhao, who then wrote down her name.

Qiao Yanyu, that's a pretty nice name.

He Zhao blinked. She hadn't quite understood Qiao Yanyu's words until she finally realized what they meant after dealing with the situation. She truly hadn't expected that there were official agencies in this world specifically for dealing with ghosts. Just how rampant must these ghosts be!

After she finished reacting, she thought for a while before saying to Qiao Yanyu, "Hello, my name is He Zhao. As you can see, I am the owner of an ordinary little stall."

"?" Qiao Yanyu really didn't think that a stall that could do business with ghosts was anything special.

Before Qiao Yanyu could speak, He Zhao seemed to have found an outlet for his frustrations and began to pour out his grievances: "Sister Qiao, you have no idea what I've been through these past few days! On the first day, I thought I wouldn't get any business setting up a stall here, but then around two or three o'clock, an old woman suddenly came in. The first thing she said was that she was hungry. I served her some rice, and the last thing she left me was ghost money! That's when I realized that there are ghosts in this world!"

"For the next two days, ghosts came to me every day! The good ghosts were fine; they just ate and didn't bother me! But I noticed something: yesterday there was a male ghost, who looked really lewd, with a big hole on his head. The way he looked at me was weird! He thought I was food! I really want to just quit my stall, but I won't have any money if I don't! I'm a complete failure; I don't even have a diploma or degree. Besides running a stall, I don't know what else I can do!"

He Zhao became increasingly distressed as she spoke, and that last point was one of the reasons she would continue running her stall. She absolutely needed money, but in this world, she was essentially an undocumented person; having any form of identification was already a blessing. The system could never possibly provide her with a graduation certificate or academic credentials.

Although people often say that academic qualifications aren't that important these days, and there are so many college and graduate students, a degree is still a stepping stone. Without it, which high-paying industry would be willing to interview her? Having nothing and being used to being a rich girl, He Zhao really couldn't do any jobs like waitressing or washing dishes.

Especially with the system around, she can earn nearly a thousand a day just by washing rice and cooking. She must be crazy to give up this business and go looking for trouble.

But when He Zhao started talking about her experiences over the past three days, she was genuinely moved and almost burst into tears. Her words stunned Qiao Yanyu. She first put away her documents, then listened intently as He Zhao tearfully recounted her grievances over the past few days.

What she said seemed to make no problem, but Qiao Yanyu didn't understand: why would a ghost pay with ghost money, and if a ghost pays with ghost money, why is the small business owner in front of her still making money?

When she asked the question, she saw He Zhao's expression turn serious. She seemed to be thinking, and after a while, He Zhao took a deep breath and got off the stool.

At that moment, Qiao Yanyu also stood up and prepared herself. If He Zhao attacked her, she would definitely pin He Zhao to the ground and take her directly to the facility. However, to Qiao Yanyu's surprise, she didn't need to lift a finger; He Zhao had already sat down on the ground herself.

It was the dead of winter, and the ground was quite cold.

He Zhao ignored her pleas and not only sat down on the ground, but also reached out his hands and hugged her thighs tightly.

They weren't far apart to begin with, and after they both stood up, they were even closer together, so Qiao Yanyu had no way to leave before He Zhao made that move. Mainly, she hadn't expected He Zhao to use such a ground technique.

"Get up! What kind of behavior is this?!"

Qiao Yanyu felt a chill run down her spine. If her colleagues saw this, she wouldn't be able to explain herself no matter what.

He Zhao's actions were incredibly shameful; even the system couldn't bear to watch. But He Zhao didn't care. She just clung to Qiao Yanyu's leg, physically, and began to wail, "I won't hide it from you anymore! I'll tell you the truth! I was kidnapped by the system! I'm not from this world at all! Waaah, you're an official! You can't just abandon me and not save me!"

He Zhao's tearful account was incredibly heartfelt, but to anyone listening, she sounded like she had lost her mind. Qiao Yanyu frowned, unsure of what to say.

Faced with Qiao Yanyu's silence, He Zhao continued to wail, "I'm telling the truth! The system even said that the 10 yuan of ghost money I earned was converted into 100 yuan for me. You're an official, you can check that! I've inexplicably earned 2,000 yuan in the past few days! And my identity information, it must be full of loopholes, it can't stand up to scrutiny at all!"

"Damn system! You kidnapped me and brought me here to do business with ghosts, and you don't even guarantee my safety. If a customer flips the table, I can only protect myself! But I'm just an ordinary person, how can I protect myself!"

Her wailing was indeed very convincing.

Qiao Yanyu sighed: "Alright, I believe what you said. Get up now."