Time passed quickly. Time flew by.
Eighteen years passed in the blink of an eye.
City G.
A vehicle with the logo of a moving company was parked in front of a residential building.
"Well, move all of these upstairs to the 12th floor. Be careful, there are porcelain inside!"
"Master, be careful with these."
"Put these in the bedroom. These are kitchen utensils."
…
A gentle woman who looked like a housewife was directing the movers. She looked around and suddenly frowned, "Shan? Shanzai? Where the hell are you? "
Bang!
Bang! A young man slowly poked his head out from the side. He was about 16 or 17 years old, wearing a white T-shirt with short hair. He looked very energetic and capable.
He was still holding a basketball in his hand. He was in his rebellious phase. He waved his hand and said, "Mom, you go ahead … I'm going to play basketball!"
"I'm so angry. I'm so angry."
The housewife was so angry that her fingers were trembling.
However, no one noticed that she had been using her left hand, and her right hand was hanging in her sleeve. The color was slightly different from ordinary skin. It seemed to be … a prosthesis.
"And Old Han, that bastard … He only cares about working in the new company and doesn't know how to help me."
The housewife was angry for a while, but she could only continue to move.
In the square of the community.
Han Shan was dribbling the basketball and trying to shoot.
His family was not here, but in City A.
His father was a programmer who had been working in a large enterprise in City A.
Like all children, he was born and grew up in City A. Because of some special reasons, he developed a sensitive and suspicious character.
Then, this year, his father's boss suddenly promoted him and gave him a raise. The price was that he had to come to this new market and take more responsibilities.
His father, who was almost middle-aged, thought for a long time and finally agreed to move the whole family here.
With a large sum of money given by the company and his parents' life savings, he bought a pigeon cage of less than 60 square meters.
A new environment …
A new everything …
And the rebellious teenager …
At this time, Han Shan just wanted to play basketball to vent his depression and wash away everything with sweat.
Under the setting sun, the teenager was sweating profusely.
Before he knew it, it was dark.
However, in this kind of community, there were street lights on the side of the road. The orange light illuminated the entire square, and the lighting was very good.
Han Shan did not feel hungry. He just kept dribbling and shooting …
What surprised him was that in City G, where every inch of land was worth its weight in gold, this kind of small square had always been a sacred place for young people to relax and exercise.
It was fine even if it was occupied by hooligans for a long time.
However, there were very few people here during the day, and at night, there was not a single person in the square.
There were many street lights nearby, and it was as if there was no darkness at all.
"How afraid of the dark are the people here …"
Han Shan patted the basketball and suddenly felt that something was wrong. He felt a protruding object and a lot of hair.
He turned to look at his palm and saw that what he was holding was …
A human head!
"Ah!"
The young man's scream echoed back and forth in the square.
…
In the new house, inside the pigeon cage.
Han Shan did not like the design of this place. It seemed to make full use of the space and was filled with things.
In the narrow living room, there was a small folding table.
His mother, Yue Qin, had already put a plate of stir-fried pork with bamboo shoots on the table. "Shanzai, you finally know to come back?"
She took a deep breath and finally calmed down. "Your father is working overtime tonight. Hurry up and eat!"
Han Shan's face was pale, and he kept looking at his palm.
"Illusion?"
A thought came to his mind.
After the scream, he looked at the human head again and found that it had become an ordinary basketball again.
This made Han Shan almost think that he was overthinking.
But the touch and the fear at that time were unforgettable and impressive.
He was so scared that he ran back into the house without the basketball.
"Bad boy, where is your ball?"
Yue Qin felt a little strange and asked again.
Usually, this son of hers would not stay silent when he was scolded.
And the basketball was gone.
Could it be … that he was bullied?
"No … nothing!"
Han Shan shook his hand and sat down at the table.
In his opinion, his mother was an ordinary housewife, and his father was a programmer. They had no connections and were useless. It would be more dangerous for them if they knew about this kind of thing.
It was better … to bear it alone!
Every Chuunibyou has a fantasy of saving the world in their hearts.
"Forget it. Let's eat."
Yue Qin had become a little slow after living as a housewife for a long time. She ate a few mouthfuls of rice and looked at her son who had lost his appetite. She continued, "By the way, City G is different from where we used to be. People here are very superstitious. You have to be careful not to offend them. Don't go to places where no one goes, either … "
Han Shan rolled his eyes when he heard this.
He had been very impatient with such things since he was a child. Other parents were so tolerant and generous, but he was a boy. He would be scolded if he came home late. Why should he be afraid that he would get lost or meet ghosts?
But what happened today had changed his view of the world.
Han Shan hesitated for a moment and asked, "Mom … do you believe … there are ghosts in the world?"
"Of course not!"
Yue Qin felt as if she had been pricked by a needle. She asked reflexively, "Why do you ask this? What do you know?"
"I'm full."
Seeing this, Han Shan quickly put down the bowl, ran into his room and closed the door.
…
The next day.
He walked out of his room and waited for the elevator.
A well-dressed middle-aged man in a suit and leather shoes happened to be waiting for him. He smiled when he saw him. "You must be Han Sheng's son, Shanzai. What a handsome boy!"
"Good morning, Uncle Song!"
Han Shan recognized this guy. His name was Song Zhong. He was the general manager of a real estate company. He owned a lot of real estate. It was said that he had made a lot of money just from the flooring alone.
His boss had directly given him an apartment as a year-end bonus.
In this era, in this place, it would definitely be an inspirational story.
Han Shan felt more and more upset when he thought that he had cheated his parents of their savings for a pigeon cage.
But at this time, he didn't particularly care about it.
Because last night, he had dreamed of that basketball court again and heard the sound of the basketball approaching.
Bang!
Bang bang!
Han Shan shuddered and threw his schoolbag. He decided to use the only way for students — to skip class!
After getting on the subway, he turned on his phone and quickly searched:
"What if I meet a ghost?"
"How many famous ghost hunters are there in City G?"
"Introduction to the secret of Feng Shui …"
A few minutes later, a shop name that kept popping up attracted Han Shan's attention.
It was called — Paranormal Detective Agency!
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