The old man's face tensed up immediately. What happened today? Why did everyone want to go in as soon as he came to see the door
He was not an unreasonable person, so he said to the blonde woman, "Girl, it's not my decision whether to let you in or not. This is the boss's rule. Guarding the door is my job, so I can't just let you in. Otherwise... I can call a taxi for you and take you home?"
go home
Of course she could go home.
But now she felt confused and as if something was pressing on her. She inexplicably developed a strong resistance to the idea of "going home" - as if if she did so, something would definitely happen that she would regret.
"Master..." Her voice trembled, "Please, I can give you money. I have a lot of money. Or let me talk to the boss here, I will stay for one night and leave immediately, and I won't touch anything in the theater, okay?"
The old man began to hesitate again.
It wasn't because of the reward the other party offered, but because he could see that the girl's mental state was not very good. She was alone, and it was so late at night. Maybe she had an accident just now - met a gangster or something, and she was so scared that she didn't dare to go home.
—Thinking this way, he was moved with compassion. He put the dustpan aside, greeted the other party, let the blonde woman go into the theater first, got a stool for her to sit on, and then went over to lock the door again.
"Then you sit here first. I'll go ask our leader. Under special circumstances, they should agree to let you stay here. As for the money, don't worry. Our salary is quite high. It would be inappropriate to earn extra money."
"Thank you, thank you."
The woman's lips were still a little pale. She followed the old man into the theater. It was as if some magical effect worked. The coldness in her body disappeared at once. She felt indescribably relaxed, and even her mind seemed to be clearer.
No matter if it was a psychological effect or something else, with such a big change, the woman had already made up her mind. Even if the other party wanted to drive her away, she would do everything she could to stay.
The old man gave her a bottle of mineral water and went to report to his leader without worrying about her taking things.
Soon, the supervisor in the theater came over with his men.
The leader was a middle-aged woman, who seemed more empathetic towards the blonde woman who looked dazed and in very bad condition.
"What's your name and where do you live?"
"Ah Jin." She replied with a name, "I live in Fuchun Garden."
After she started talking, the leader carefully asked her what had happened before and asked if she needed help calling the police.
Call the police
Ajin's face looked strange for a moment—he shook his head firmly.
Forget it. After all, we can’t trouble the police for this matter of encountering a ghost.
She rejected it outright. The leader looked at her. Although her mental state was not very good, there seemed to be no obvious external injuries on her body. She was probably just frightened and not more seriously injured.
Since Ajin insisted on not calling the police, she did not continue to persuade him. She just left a phone number and said that if he needed help later, she could help with evidence.