Got Dropped into a Ghost Story, Still Gotta Work

Chapter 149

I had already experienced this firsthand several times before, but most of the ghost stories handled by the Disaster Management Bureau involved fatalities.

A supernatural disaster is only registered if there are casualties.

In that sense, even as an agent of the Disaster Management Bureau, being assigned to a task that kept me one step away from actual deaths... could seem rather appealing.

No, I get it, but still.

"At dawn, uh... driving with a ghost in the passenger seat?"

"Yes."

"......."

Are you serious?

"Don’t worry. There have been no recorded cases of the driver dying."

"......."

Lowering my head slightly, I put on a pitiful expression and glanced toward the empty space where my right arm used to be.

Yeah.

‘They wouldn’t make me do something as insane as driving with one hand... right?!’

If someone had been trained to drive with just one hand from the start, maybe. But how was a person who suddenly lost an arm supposed to drive a car—especially at two in the morning—with a ghost in the seat next to them?

With this, I could naturally get reassigned to another task...

"You don’t need to worry about that."

......

"Excuse me?"

For the first time in days, the Bronze Agent gave me a faint smile.

"It’s time to take care of your arm."

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