Du Ning
He only has a technical secondary school education, and just wants a low-pressure job as an office clerk at some company.
He never expected to land a clerical job at a company that was actually a mysterious bureau operating under a secret identity, tasked with handling phenomena science couldn't explain.
He was about to hand in his resignation when he saw the director tearing a ghost apart with his bare hands and staring at him.
He timidly withdrew his resignation and asked, "Could I please not be sent out on fieldwork? My job description says I'm an office clerk who sits at a desk and organizes files."
The director wiped his hands clean with a piece of paper and fixed him with a death stare.
Terrified, he ran off. Fine, fieldwork it was. He could always faint a few more times. That was still better than being on the receiving end of the director's death stare.
The director was scarier than ghosts.
Feng Ru
He had never met anyone so timid and so afraid of ghosts.
It seemed the man was even more afraid of him.
He had written eight hundred resignation letters, yet hadn't handed in a single one.
He refused to go out on fieldwork, but one cold glance was all it took for him to scurry off.
Still, he really was afraid of ghosts. He had fainted dozens of times.
Every time, Feng Ru had carried him home.
This little clerk really was his sweet burden.
