Reborn My Name Is Kobe

The room we entered should be the master's study. The furnishings inside are mainly black and brown solid wood. It can be seen that someone has been cleaning this room seriously, but to be honest, it is very clean.

Some people find it incredible.

There is a huge deer head hanging behind the desk. There are some yellowed documents neatly placed on the desk, as well as a family photo of about ten people. The photo is black and white, and the people inside are all dressed in early 20th century clothes.

Clothes unique to that era.

"I feel like everything here is sealed here by Father Time. Seriously, this is the most interesting haunted house I have ever seen."

Jessica said to me while flipping through the documents on the table curiously.

I also looked along the documents she was flipping through, and upon closer inspection I found that the contents of these documents were quite special. Most of them recorded the daily life of the owner of the house in the form of diaries. This house belonged to him.

It was built by his grandfather's generation during the era when the gold rush was prevalent in the West. His grandfather used the wealth gained from gold mining to build this manor.

I was deeply attracted by these records, so I started to read them carefully with Jessica. The owner of the house and his family lived happily in this manor most of the time. However, later

But something horrifying happened, causing this originally happy and peaceful family to become torn apart.

I quickly flipped through these records and found that there were many black and white photos in the subsequent records, as well as some records with very scrawled handwriting. These records gave the impression that they were written in a state of panic and anxiety.

It is in sharp contrast to the neat writing in the previous part of the record.

At this moment, the originally bright light in the room dimmed at some point. It did not dim all at once, but flickered and dimmed, and gradually became dimmed in a state of flickering and dimming.

Gloomy.

Finally, the whole room fell into darkness. Jessica hugged my waist tightly at this time, and I gently patted her back to comfort her and told her not to be too scared. Maybe it was just because of this.

The house is too old, so the power cord in it is aging.

I turned on the flashlight again, and at this time I vaguely heard a faint laughter. The laughter was very high-pitched. At first glance, it sounded like a child's voice, but it also sounded a bit like a woman's voice.

Jessica and I looked at each other. It seemed that she had also heard the sound. We slowly walked out of the door. When we just walked out of the door, the originally dark room behind us suddenly became bright again.

I got up, and the high-pitched laughter appeared in my ears again.

"I have to say that the people who created this haunted house are really thoughtful. Not only are many details so realistic, but even the records look like they really came from more than a hundred years ago."

"But do you really think that all of this is just man-made? Is it possible that there really is some supernatural power in this manor?"

Jessica recovered slightly from the panic just now, but I couldn't answer her question.

Then we walked along the corridor again. The manor had three floors in total, but the stairs leading to the third floor were damaged. I don’t know if someone did it intentionally, but this made both of us happy.

Their curiosity became even more intense, and they began to speculate about what might exist on the third floor, and what their purpose was for destroying the stairs.

"Perhaps they were trying to trap something very scary on the third floor, and they were doing this to protect visitors to the building.

Haunted Mansion Man.”

"If your guess is true, then there is something really wrong with this haunted house. Jessica, can you really not remember how you learned about the opening of this haunted house?"

"Let me think about it, I seem to remember. I was driving at the time, and a piece of paper that looked like a leaflet floated in along the car window. On this piece of paper, there was a very strange black and white pattern drawn on it.

Manor, and then below is an introduction to this newly opened haunted house. I was very surprised at the time, I had never seen an advertisement with a black and white page."

"It seems that things are indeed a bit strange. When we came over just now, the doors of several rooms could not be opened. Let's go back to the first floor. We didn't look at some places carefully before. Let's go and take a look now.

Maybe there will be some unexpected discoveries.”

Then Jessica and I returned to the first floor of the house again. This time when we walked down the creaking stairs, we found that another man and woman had just walked in.

in this house.

It can be seen from the expressions on their faces that they were the same as when we first came in. They were probably frightened by the weird atmosphere around them. Even the man looked very scared. When they saw us coming up the stairs

When I walked down, I subconsciously stepped back. Could it be that I thought Jessica and I were ghosts?

"No need to run, we are not ghosts."

I shook my head and walked over. At this time, the two people seemed to have seen us clearly, and the fearful look on their faces finally faded away.

"Are you Kobe? I haven't been to Staples to watch your game, but I have watched the live broadcast of the draft. You are really young. At that time, I thought Jerry West would choose you.

A wrong choice, but after watching your performance in a few games, I must admit that you really have great potential. Our Lakers have not selected a rookie with such potential as you for many years."

Although this guy was a bit direct, he was really helpful to me. I reached out my hand to shake his hand, but this guy took out a black marker from somewhere.

"Can you sign it for me? It's on this coat and this duckbill hat. If I knew I could meet you today, I would definitely bring a basketball over."

I smiled and signed his name on his coat and duck-billed hat with a black marker. In fact, the memory formed by conditioned reflexes like signature should be matched with this body like muscle memory. Now if I let

When I try to write the name of my previous life, I probably won’t be able to write it the same way as in my previous life. Even though I remember how to write in my previous life, my hands don’t remember it.

"By the way, is this your new girlfriend?"

The guy couldn't help but asked curiously after seeing Jessica. Just when I didn't know how to answer, he continued:

"She is so beautiful. I think you two are a perfect match. I'm really lucky to meet you here, but I'm still wondering how you knew about this newly opened haunted house."

"Well, actually, there is something in this haunted house."

Before I finished speaking, I felt Jessica tug on my clothes from behind. I turned sideways and saw her winking at me. I was thoughtful but didn’t say anything.

, just smiled at the guy in the hat, and then followed Jessica out of the door of the haunted house.

"Jessica, what's wrong? Did you find anything wrong?"

"There's something very wrong with that man. I can't say it anyway. He's just a kind of woman's second wife."

Six senses, I think we’d better get out of here as soon as possible.”

"Okay, let's get out of here now."

After that, I said goodbye to Jessica. Two hours later, I would board the plane again and fly to Toronto, a city in southern Canada. Before leaving, Jessica told me that she would also go to the home court of the Raptors tomorrow.

She was watching me play, and she wanted to test my eyesight to see if I could spot her among the crowd.

I smiled and agreed to her, and made a small bet with her. If I could find her before the game, then she would agree to my request. If I didn't find her, then I would have to agree to her request.

, it sounds like this bet is quite fair.

Time flies so fast. I couldn’t help but feel a little emotional. The feeling of traveling between cities in the NBA is actually not as easy as ordinary people imagine. In fact, except for the dozens of minutes of playing on the basketball court,

The effort, energy, and physical exertion that professional basketball players have to put in off the court are terrible. If they didn't have physical fitness that is much better than ordinary people, I believe it would be difficult to persevere during the long season.

So now it seems that those players in the NBA who can maintain a high attendance rate for more than ten years are really scary. The careers of most ordinary players only last three to five years, and even more than half of the players have not even completed two years.

They were eliminated if they couldn't hold on. This was not only due to their lack of skill, but also to a certain extent because it was difficult to adapt to the NBA's high-intensity competition and extremely fast pace of life.

But now that the regular season has just started, I decided to take advantage of this relatively relaxed state to take the time to learn about the culture and various interesting places in different cities. If I really wait until I become the main player in the future, I will even have to

When we hit the playoffs and the finals, we may not have the time or energy to think about these things.

When I was on the plane, the scene with Jessica today still appeared in my mind from time to time. This feeling was really beautiful. It made me extremely relaxed. Even the experience in the haunted house had a profound impact on me.

It's more like a sweet dream than a nightmare. When I fall asleep, I hope to recreate this scene in my dream instead of being afraid of it.

In fact, as the saying goes, I think about things every day and dream about them at night. When I fell asleep on the plane, I actually followed the dream and returned to the haunted house. It’s just that this time I was alone, and the second and third floors

The staircase in between was actually intact.

Vaguely, I saw a little man standing somewhere on the stairs. His laughter came again. The high-pitched laughter that looked like a child and a woman attracted me and wanted me to follow it.

Go up this staircase.

I walked up carefully step by step. Just when I was about to turn the corner and see what was on the third floor, I was suddenly pulled back to the real world by a huge force.

"Rookie, what are you dreaming about? You actually shed so much blood."

I looked up and saw that the person who woke me up was none other than Shaq. I shook my head and felt a little depressed. I was about to see what was on the third floor, but he woke me up at exactly this moment.

However, I felt that my sperm was really dripping on my clothes, and I responded to him a few times with a little embarrassment, and then I couldn't fall asleep anymore. What happened in the haunted house kept popping up in my mind.

, even made me almost unable to think about the upcoming game.

I tried hard to tell myself not to let things off the court affect my game, but it didn't seem to have much effect. The more I told myself not to think about it, the more it made me think about it.