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My name is Lynch. On the third day after traveling to the United States, I realized something was wrong with this world. The Wolfe family in Fox Town would catch a cold together every full moon night and drink blood-tonifying oral liquid the next day. The three Fan brothers and sisters who moved next door never showed up during the day, but drove around in a purple-black luxury car at night. What's even more outrageous is that Sabrina the Witch, the divination shop downstairs from me, just used tarot cards to predict this year's Oscar winners last week, with 100% accuracy. And I, an ordinary Chinese who only worked as a real estate agent before time travel, am standing at the door of a dilapidated store, staring at the crooked sign on the door frame in a daze-- "Abnormal Biological Agency-I understand everything you don't understand." There is also a line of small words at the bottom: "When you sign up, you will receive special hair removal spray for werewolves, special sunscreen for vampires, 20% off for witch members, and half price for students." Just as I was about to turn around and leave, the glass door opened with a creak, and a blonde girl wearing a wizard's robe poked her head out, looking like she was looking at a talking teddy: "Boss, your business is finally open?" "What boss?" "Aren't you the most senior special affairs processing and management specialist sent by the headquarters? During the interview last month, you said that you were a man who could mediate everything." I opened my mouth, and a memory that didn't belong to me suddenly flooded into my mind-- Oh, it turns out that the original owner of this body was really a real estate agent. Last month, I had a quick talk and boasted at the Witcher Guild's job fair that "everything can be an agency." As a result, I was hired on the spot and given this anomalous creature agency.