Chapter 17
Benjamin Allen was a slightly overweight, balding middle-aged man. His unexpected warmth and friendliness were likely due to his knowledge of Lu Li’s profession.
“Are you really going to stay overnight at the gallery? With Mr. Lu Li here, it seems the gallery’s nights will be much more peaceful.”
“Tell me about the hauntings.”
Accompanied by the gallery owner, the two walked through the sparse and quiet gallery with only a handful of visitors.
Benjamin’s body visibly tensed. “Mr. Lu Li, you’re quite the joker. This gallery has never—”
“If that were true, you wouldn’t be so eager to welcome me.” Lu Li’s calm voice cut Benjamin off mercilessly.
“…Fine. There may be some strange phenomena at night, but they’re harmless.”
That was the reason for Lu Li’s presence here.
The night staff who had quit their jobs were unharmed and showed no signs of physical issues even now. This meant that, even if the gallery was haunted, the ghosts weren’t particularly dangerous.