Chapter 146: Spirit Help Desk?
Ryder reached the building that he had purchased to set up his company.
He parked the car in the building’s parking and left the car.
Ryder entered the building and called out a na.
"Stanner? Co out,"
A spirit that looked like an 18-19-year-old boy appeared before Ryder.
"Did you make a decision? are you going to help ?" the Spirit asked.
"Yeah, I must say that I’ve gained so more experience when it cos to hurting people. Considering how he killed his father, I agree that he doesn’t deserve to live. I’ll help you," Ryder said to the Spirit.
"Good."
The spirit finally seed relaxed.
"Tell your kid’s na and so more information about him so that I can search him on the internet," Ryder said.
"His na is Pasher Stan," The Spirit replied.
"You nad your kid Pasher?" Ryder let out as a weird look covered his face.
"What’s wrong with that na? It was my Great Grandfather’s na," The Spirit replied as it glared at Ryder.
"Ah, nothing. It’s just a unique na. I was sowhat surprised," Ryder let out with a wry smile on his face.
’I thought that I would have to go through thousands of results to find that man, but after knowing his na, I think it’s going to be much easier than I thought. It’s not like there are going to be many people with Pasher as their na,’ Ryder thought.
He brought his phone out of his pocket and searched the na.
"The fuck? Is this thing broken? How can there be so many Pasher Stan in this world?!" Ryder exclaid in surprise as he saw the results.
He added the na of the city, and the results were still a lot.
"Co closer. It looks like we’re going to have to do it the hard way. Let know if you recognize any of them as your son," Ryder told the Spirit.
The Spirit floated near Ryder.
"Ahh."
Accidentally, the spirit’s shoulders touched Ryder making the spirit go through a burning pain. It instantly moved back.
"Sorry about that. Spirits can’t touch . You can watch while keeping so distance," Ryder told the Spirit with an apologetic look on his face.
He was still wearing the Spirit Warding Necklace that he had purchased from the system store.
The Spirit looked at Ryder for quite so ti before it again started flying towards him, but this ti, it kept so distance.
"This is the first result. The millionaire of the city, Pasher Stan, who lives in the south of the city," Ryder said as he showed Stanner the image.
"No, he’s not my son," Stanner shook his head.
Ryder went through the results one by one, but none of them matched the son of Stanner.
After so ti, Stanner did react positively. He recognized his son.
"So he’s the guy, looks quite feminine," Ryder muttered. "Doesn’t seem like a murderer."
"I wouldn’t have believed it either if I wasn’t the one that was killed by him," Stanner said as he clenched his fist.
"Now that I know him, I’ll deal with everything else. I might even bring him here for you to kill him personally," Ryder said.
The spirit didn’t respond.
"Oh, right, can I ask you one thing?"
Ryder asked the Spirit as he looked at him in curiosity.
"Ask ," Stanner replied.
"You were killed when you were over 40 years old. Why is it that your spirit looks like a teenager? Shouldn’t it have the sa form as you when you were killed?" Ryder asked
"How am I supposed to know that? It’s not like we have a spirit help desk to ask questions and attend etings. I don’t even know why I can’t leave this place," Stanner said as he shook his head.
"You’re the Ancient Ghost Buster and the Spirit Expert. Shouldn’t you know more?" He asked Ryder.
"Well, Ah, you’re a new case. I haven’t seen a case like yours. Most spirits I saw were the sa as when they died," Ryder bluffed.
He had received a Skill of bluffing from a mystery box, which made even his lies seem like truths. No one was able to catch his bluffs after he learned that skill.
"I will wait for the news," the Spirit said.
He was about to leave when he heard Ryder telling him sothing.
"So people will co here soon. They will repair the building and prepare the furniture and stuff. Don’t disturb them and don’t appear before them."
After informing the Spirit, Ryder left the building and walked back to his car.
He was sitting alone in his car as he searched through the information of Stanner’s Son.
"So he left the city. He lives quite far away now. I guess it’s another problem that I’ll have to face now, going to other cities to kill," Ryder muttered as he shook his head.
"Hmm? What’s that?!" Ryder exclaid in surprise as he read sothing.
"That guy purchased shares in Jason’s business? Aweso, Those two had to be related, didn’t they? I might be able to use him to call Pasher here, though."
After thinking for so ti, Ryder did co up with a plan. Previously, he wanted to kill Jason, but now he realized that he could use him.
"I’ll wait for Jason to co back before I comnce the plan," Ryder muttered.
He looked at the ti on his watch and thought of sothing.
"Oh, Right. I do have so ti. I wonder if I can go collect my lottery money. I did give them tomorrow’s ti, but if I can do it now, then it will just save ti,"
He started going through his contact list to find the number of the girl that had called him about his winnings.
Last ti, he had forgotten to ask the na of the girl, so he only saved her na as the Lottery Lady.
After he found the number, he called her.
"Hello?"
Ryder heard a woman’s voice from the other side as soon as the call was connected.
"Ahmm, Hey, It’s Ryder. You talked to about my lottery yesterday," Ryder said.
"Ah, Yes. Mr. Ryder. I’ve arranged everything for you. You can collect the money tomorrow as you requested," The Woman said.
"That’s what I wanted to talk to you about. I noticed that I had finished my business faster than I expected, and I was wondering if I could collect the money today. It would only save ti for as I won’t have to co tomorrow," Ryder told the woman.
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