Mysterious Awakening

The moment Miles had left, the remaining group slowly returned to reality.

“Wait,” Grace suddenly realized, “Miles saved us, and we didn’t even thank him. Isn’t that rather thoughtless of us?”

“How about we take Miles to dinner in a few days?” suggested Peter, “Maybe we could have some skewers?”

William, laughing softly, interjected, “Just skewers? You’re setting the bar pretty low. I’d take him out for a lavish meal at a high-end restaurant, maybe a karaoke session after, and even some luxurious relaxation therapy. I heard he’s renting; his living conditions aren’t ideal. Perhaps I could convince my dad to buy him an apartment nearby. Regardless, I’ve decided to stick by Miles. No one, especially you, Grace – considering you were middle school classmates – better try to take him from me.”

Finishing his sentence, he shot a suspicious glance at Grace. “No seducing him.”

“What are you going on about, William?” Grace replied, blushing.

“Isn’t that a bit excessive, William?” Peter was taken aback.

“Excessive?” William scoffed, causing the others to recoil slightly, stepping back from him.

The girls looked at William with a mixture of surprise and bewilderment. They were aware of William’s capability, but this was bordering on the absurd.

“What, you don’t believe me?” William countered, “Would you rather face a ghost?”

At the mention of a ghost, the memory of the previous night’s horror surfaced, and fear reflected on their faces once more.

Peter hesitated before reluctantly speaking, “Given the options, I’d rather pick the former.” Even the girls blushed, remembering how Miles had reassuringly saved Coral and commented about how a girl could become a wife and such after being saved.

Indeed, Miles’ presence brought them a comforting sense of security.

Turning serious, William added, “Right mentioned that these supernatural phenomena would persist, escalating into a global disaster. While we were fortunate to survive a ghost encounter today, what about in the future? We, ordinary people, are ill-equipped to handle ghosts. It seems only people like Right, and potentially Miles, can.”

“We are fortunate to know Miles. He’s our best hope.”

With that, William fell silent, understanding the importance of Miles more profoundly than before. The prior night had been a terror beyond comprehension, an experience he wished to never repeat. If he were a girl, he might already be clinging to Miles, much like Coral.

He looked over towards the bus stop where Coral had insisted that Miles accompany her home.

Currently aboard the bus, Miles slumped in his seat, thoroughly drained. He gazed at the familiar streets, the routine flow of people, the everyday hustle outside the window. The cacophony, strangely enough, was comforting.

At least there were no ghosts now.

Indeed, Coral was sticking close to Miles. If their relationship was more advanced, she might have already been angling to move in with him. However, she was content to have him escort her home for now.

“Miles, will we come across such events in the future?” Coral asked, tightly gripping his arm, taking her time to gather the courage to ask.

“I’m unsure,” Miles admitted. “Though it’s plausible. It really depends on our luck. If we’re lucky, we may never come across such a thing again. The world is vast, and even if supernatural incidents do occur, the chances of them happening in every city, every neighborhood, are relatively slim. They’re not like earthquakes or floods, which are widespread natural disasters.”

Of course, this was only an attempt to comfort her. The truth was that the future remained unpredictable.

Suddenly, Miles noticed the lingering dark imprint of two baby handprints on Coral’s neck. It was reminiscent of a tattoo yet to fade. It wasn’t a mark left by the ghostly infant. Rather, it seemed like a brand.

Feeling a cold shiver, Miles debated whether he should mention it. Given Coral’s fragile state of mind, he decided against it.

It’s often said that the most terrifying thing is to scare oneself. Maybe this mark was merely a scar.

“Be vigilant in the coming days. If anything troubles you, don’t hesitate to reach out,” Miles gently cautioned her.

“Thank you, thank you so much,” Coral responded, visibly touched by his kindness.

Suddenly, a phone began to ring.

“Ah~!” Coral instantly went pale, letting out an involuntary scream.

“Don’t worry. It’s probably just a regular call,” Miles assured her as he searched through several phones.

Finally, he retrieved a walkie-talkie-styled device, a standard-issue satellite phone from the ghost tamer, Right. The bulky phone lacked internet capabilities and was only capable of making calls. He wasn’t sure why he’d chosen to carry such a device.

With a bit of hesitation, Miles answered the call.

“Hello, Right, please update us,” requested a female operator on the other end of the line.

“Right is dead,” Miles reported.

“Dead? How did he die?!”

“He died in childbirth,” Miles replied.

“Childbirth?” The woman seemed taken aback.

“Yes, childbirth. It was a cesarean, but there wasn’t enough time for surgery. Maybe the child was impatient and ripped through the belly to come out. I witnessed it firsthand. The baby, however, was quite mischievous. Perhaps it was my fault for not assisting properly. As soon as it was born, it bit me. I almost became its meal,” Miles detailed.

On the other end of the call, the operator, named Rain, seemed ready to explode. “This is nonsense! Who are you exactly? How did you get a hold of Right’s satellite phone? Are you aware that you’re interfering with a special active case from Interpol? I’m Right’s exclusive handler, Rain, and I have the right to demand an honest report about Right’s condition.”

“I already told you, Right is dead,” Miles repeated calmly. “If you’re keen to know the truth, shouldn’t you send someone to verify it? Do I need to declare that Right died due to a vengeful ghost’s awakening, creating panic among everyone on the bus? Didn’t they teach reading comprehension in your school? Can you discern the main point? Your comprehension skills make me question your competence as an operator.”

“Either bring in someone experienced or I’m done talking,” he declared, his demand ringing clear.

Nestled in the heart of Interpol Asia, the relevant department hummed with activity at Ghost Tamers HQ

Decked out in her uniform, Rain, the operator, clenched her teeth, fury threatening to bubble over. The pencil in her hand was whittled down to a fine point, her strokes on the paper beside her becoming more aggressive, as though she wished she could skewer the insolent voice at the other end of the call through the lines.

“Stay calm, Rain. This irritation pales in comparison to the life-or-death trials the field agents undergo,” she reassured herself.

Taking several deep breaths, she resumed her composed and professional front, “Sir, your cooperation is necessary for our investigation in this matter.”

His reply was a derisive “Heh.”

“Sir, we need your cooperation.”

“Heh.”

“Sir, you’re hiding something. We can pause for five minutes if you’re uncomfortable talking in a public space. Please use this time to find a private place and report the current situation,” she offered.

“Heh.”

What in the world does ‘heh’ mean?

Rain was teetering on the edge of frustration. Biting her lip, she fought to maintain her composure. “Sir, if it’s not convenient for you to talk, can you at least provide your name? We’ll dispatch someone to continue with the investigation later.”

“So, you’re planning to probe into me, huh? Well, I’ve got nothing to hide. My first name is William, last name is Wei. Come if you’re brave. If you don’t, you’re nothing but a coward,” was his defiant reply.

“All right, wait for us. Just you wait.” In a moment of fury, Rain discarded her usual restraint and fired back, her voice resounding.