In my third year of paranormal recovery, I became an intern at the Paranormal Bureau. Others rely on magic tools to catch ghosts, but I rely on talking and coquettish manipulation. Colleagues thought I was a rookie, and ghosts thought I was easy to bully, until I scolded the thousand-year-old ghost until I became autistic, and talked about the evil spirit into self-transcendence. The director slapped the table and asked me to be a consultant. I said don't worry, let me finish writing the internship report first.
