Time flies, and time passes.

In a blink of an eye, eighteen years have passed.

City G.

A vehicle with the moving company logo was parked in front of a residential building.

"Well, move all these up to the 12th floor, be careful, there is porcelain inside!"

"Master, please take these things lightly."

“These are in the bedroom, these are kitchen utensils.”

...

A gentle woman who looked like a housewife directed the moving master. Looking around, her brow suddenly frowned: "Xiaoshan? Shanzi? Where have you died?"

Bang bang!

As the basketball hit the ground, a young man slowly poked his head out from the side. He was about sixteen or seventeen years old, wearing a white T-shirt and a short buzz cut, looking very sunny and slim.

He was holding a basketball in his hand, and it was during the rebellious period. He waved, "Mom, you can do it first... I'll play the ball!"

"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 always used her left hand, and her right hand was hanging in the sleeve, with a slightly different color from ordinary skin, and it seemed to be...prosthetics.

"And Lao Han, that dead ghost... I'm just going to work in a new company, and I don't know how to help me."

The housewife was angry for a while and could only continue to work hard to move.

On the community square.

Han Shan tried to shoot while shooting the basketball.

His house was not here originally, but in City A.

His father was a programmer and had been working in a large enterprise in City A.

Like all children, he was born and raised in City A... and because of some special reasons, he developed a sensitive and suspicious personality.

Then, this year, my father's boss suddenly gave him a promotion and salary increase, and the price was to come to this new market and take on more responsibilities.

My father, who is almost middle-aged, has been thinking for a long time, but finally agreed and moved his family.

With the large settlement fee given by the company and the lifelong savings of my parents, I bought a pigeon cage of less than 60 square meters.

New environment...

Everything new...

Plus the rebellious boy...

At this time, Han Shan was thinking about playing basketball, venting his depression and washing everything with sweat.

Under the sunset, the middle-aged boy sweats profusely.

Before we knew it, it was time for the dark side to come.

However, in such communities, there are street lights on the roadside as usual, and the orange light shines on the entire square, and the light is very good.

Han Shan didn't feel hungry either, so he kept dribbling and shooting...

What surprised him was that in this G City, where every inch of land was valuable, this small square has always been a holy place for young people to enjoy and exercise.

Even if it is occupied by gangsters for a long time, it is nothing.

But there are very few people here during the day, and at night, there is even less of a single person in the square.

There are a lot of street lights nearby, and I wish I could not have a trace of darkness.

"How afraid of the dark are the people here..."

Han Shan patted the basketball and suddenly felt something was wrong. He touched a raised object and a lot of hair.

He turned to his palm and saw that what he was holding was...

A head!

"ah!"

The screams of the boy rippled back and forth in the square.

...

New home, inside a dove cage.

Han Shan didn't like the design here very much, and he almost used the space to the extreme, and was filled with things everywhere.

In the narrow living room, there is a small folding table.

My mother Yue Qin had already put a plate of fried bamboo shoots on the table: "Shanzai, you finally know you're back?"

She took a deep breath and finally calmed her anger: "Your dad works overtime tonight, have dinner!"

Han Shan's expression was stunned, his face was pale, and he kept looking at his palm.

‘Disillusion?’

A thought emerged in his mind.

After screaming, he looked at the head again and found that it had become an ordinary basketball again.

This made Han Shan almost think that he was thinking too much.

But the touch and fear at that time were unforgettable and impressive.

This scared him so much that he didn't even want a basketball and ran back to the house.

"Shaozi, where is your ball?"

Yue Qin felt a little strange and asked again.

Usually, this son is scolded and doesn't say a word.

And the basketball is gone.

Could it be... encountered bullying?

"No...it's okay!"

Han Shan shook his hand and sat at the dining table.

In his opinion, my mother is just an ordinary housewife, my father is just a programmer, and I don’t have any connections. When they encounter such a thing, it becomes more and more dangerous if they find out.

It’s better to carry it alone!

Every middle-aged boy has the fantasy of saving the world in his heart.

"Forget it, let's have a meal."

The long-term life of a housewife has made Yue Qin a little dull. She took a few bites of rice, looked at her son who was depressed, and continued: "By the way, City G is not as popular as ours. It is very superstitious here. You should pay attention to some taboos and don't bump into it. You should not go to places where everyone doesn't go..."

Han Shan rolled his eyes when he heard this.

He has been impatient with these things since he was a child. Other parents are so tolerant and generous. He is a boy and will be scolded if he returns home late. Are you still afraid that he will get lost or encounter a ghost?

But what we encountered today changed his small worldview.

After hesitating for a moment, Han Shan asked, "Mom... do you believe... are there ghosts in the world?"

"Of course I don't believe it!"

Yue Qin seemed to have been stabbed by a needle and asked like a conditioned reflex: "Why are you asking these, what do you know?"

"I'm stuffed."

Seeing this posture, Han Shan quickly put down his bowl, ran into his house, and closed the door.

...

the next day.

He walked out of the door and went to wait for the elevator.

A middle-aged man in a well-dressed suit and ties was waiting for him. When he saw him, he smiled: "It's a schooner from Han Sheng's family, what a handsome boy!"

"Uncle Song is early!"

Han Shan recognized this guy, Song Zhong, now the general manager of a real estate company. He has many real estate projects. It is said that the property flowers alone are crazy and make a lot of money.

The boss behind him gave him an apartment building as a year-end bonus.

In this era, this place can definitely be recited like inspirational stories.

Han Shan felt even more uncomfortable when he thought that his parents had been cheated of the savings he had worked hard for half his life, so he exchanged them for a set of pigeon cages.

But at this time, he didn't pay much attention to these things.

Because last night, he dreamed of the basketball court again, and the sound of basketballs constantly approaching.

Bang!

Bang bang!

Han Shan shook his headbag and decided to use the best way to skip classes!

After taking the subway, he turned on his phone and searched quickly:

‘What should I do if I encounter a ghost?’

‘How many famous ghost hunters are there in City G?’

‘Introduction to the secret techniques of Feng Shui…’

A few minutes later, a store name that kept appearing attracted Han Shan's attention.
Chapter completed!