Lord of the Divine Show

Time flies by, and time flies by.

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

G city.

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

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

"Master, please handle these with care."

"These are in the bedrooms, these are kitchen utensils."

…

A gentle woman who looked like a housewife directed the mover, looked around, and suddenly frowned: "Xiaoshan? Shanzi? Where did you die?"

Bang bang!

Amidst the sound of a basketball hitting 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 cropped head. He looked very bright and capable.

He was still holding a basketball in his hand, and he was in his rebellious stage. He waved and said, "Mom, you go ahead...I'll go play some basketball!"

"I'm so mad, so mad at me."

The housewife was so angry that her fingers were trembling.

However, no one noticed that she always used her left hand, while her right hand hung in her sleeve. The color was slightly different from ordinary skin, and it seemed to be... a prosthetic limb.

"And Lao Han, that damn guy... just goes to work in the new company and doesn't know how to help me."

The housewife fumed for a while and could only continue busy with the moving business.

In the community square.

Han Shan patted the basketball while trying to shoot.

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

His father is a programmer who has been working in a large enterprise in City A.

Like all children, he was born and grew up in City A... and due to some special reasons, he developed a sensitive and suspicious character.

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

My father, who is nearly middle-aged, thought about it for a long time and finally agreed and moved his family here.

With a large settlement allowance provided by the company and my parents' life savings, I bought a pigeon cage less than 60 square meters.

new environment……

Everything new...

Coupled with the rebellious teenager...

At this time, Han Shan just wanted to play ball, vent his depression, and wash away everything with sweat.

Under the setting sun, the middle school boy was sweating profusely.

Before you know it, it's time for darkness to fall.

However, in this kind of community, there are street lights on the roadside as usual, and the orange light shines on the entire square, which is very bright.

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

What surprised him was that in this city of G, where land is at a premium, this small square has always been a holy place for young people to have fun and exercise.

It doesn't matter if it is occupied by gangsters for a long time.

But there are very few people here during the day, and at night, there is no one in the square.

There were so many street lights nearby that it seemed like there was no darkness at all.

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

Han Shan patted the basketball and suddenly felt something was wrong with his hand. He touched a raised 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 boy's screams echoed back and forth in the square.

…

New home, inside the pigeon cage.

Han Shan didn't like the design here very much. The space was almost used to the extreme, and things were piled everywhere.

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

Mother Yue Qin has already placed a plate of fried pork with bamboo shoots on the table: "Shanzi, you finally know you are back?"

She took a deep breath and finally calmed down her anger: "Your father works overtime at night, hurry up and eat!"

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

‘Hallucination? ’

An idea came to his mind.

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

This made Han Shan almost think that he was overthinking.

But the feeling and fear at that time are unforgettable and impressive.

This scared him so much that he ran back into the house without even asking for the basketball.

"Sai Zai, where is your ball?"

Yue Qin felt a little strange and asked again.

Normally, this son would not remain silent when scolded.

And the basketball is gone.

Could it be that... you encountered bullying?

"No...it's okay!"

Han Shan waved his hand and sat down at the dining table.

In his opinion, his mother is just an ordinary housewife and his father is a programmer. He has no connections and cannot support anything. When encountering this kind of thing, it will become more dangerous if they know about it.

Might as well... carry it alone!

In the heart of every middle school boy, there is a fantasy of saving the world.

"Forget it, let's eat."

The long life of a housewife has made Yue Qin a little dull. She took a few mouthfuls of rice, looked at her son who had a loss of appetite, and continued: "By the way, G City is no better than our previous place. There are very superstitious people here. You should pay attention to taboos and don't rush into them. Don't go to places where no one goes..."

Han Shan rolled his eyes when he heard this.

He has been impatient with this since he was a child. Other parents are so tolerant and generous, but he is a boy. He gets scolded when he comes home late. Are you still afraid that he will get lost or encounter ghosts?

But what he encountered today changed his little worldview.

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

"Of course I don't believe it!"

As if being pricked by a needle, Yue Qin asked reflexively: "Why do you ask these questions? What do you know?"

"I'm stuffed."

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

…

the next day.

He walked out of the room and waited for the elevator.

A well-dressed middle-aged man in a suit and leather shoes happened to be waiting. When he saw him, he smiled and said, "He must be the Shanzi of Han Sheng's family. What a handsome boy!"

"Good morning, Uncle Song!"

Han Shan recognized this guy. His name was Song Zhong. He was now the general manager of a real estate company. He had many properties in his hands. It was said that the off-plan properties alone were sold like crazy and he made a lot of money.

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

In this era and this place, it can definitely be recited as an inspirational story.

Han Shan felt even more uncomfortable when he thought that his parents had defrauded him of all their hard-earned savings for a set of pigeon cages.

But at this time, he didn't particularly care about this.

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

boom!

Bang bang!

Han Shan trembled, threw his schoolbag, and decided to use the only way for students to skip class!

After getting on 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 G city? ’

'Introduction to the secrets of Feng Shui...'

A few minutes later, a store name that kept appearing caught Han Shan's eye.

It's called - The Weird Detective Agency!