Reborn My Name Is Kobe

The next morning I drove to pick up Jessica, and then went to the newly opened haunted house again. When we arrived at the gate, we found that the staff at the gate were completely different from the last time.

"The staff here are very diligent."

I said hello to the two staff members at the door.

"How could it be? This haunted house was officially opened yesterday, and we just started working yesterday, but we haven't seen you two before?"

"No way, we knew it last time."

Before I finished speaking, Jessica grabbed my hand and pulled it back, signaling me to stop talking. There was probably something wrong with this matter.

We haven't entered the haunted house yet, but have come to the side to discuss the matter.

"What should I do? Are you still going in now?" I asked.

"We're all here now. We must go in and figure things out. The last time we came here, there was a weird atmosphere everywhere. Maybe this incident itself was a performance deliberately arranged by the planners of this haunted house.

Show, they know we were here last time, so they want to scare us in this way."

Jessica analyzed it with style.

"Don't tell me, it's entirely possible that this is the case, but they are too willing to spend a lot of money to create a scary atmosphere for customers. It seems that there are not many people taking risks in the haunted house here, and the tickets are not expensive. They also

Isn’t it obvious that investing so much is a loss-making business?”

"So there may be something behind this matter that we don't know about. Look at the blocks near this haunted house. Apart from here, there are lots that are experiencing rapid appreciation. This haunted house occupies an area

If the land was developed into some kind of small amusement park, wouldn't it be possible to make a lot more money, but it was still used to make a haunted house."

"Forget it, there's no way to figure it out standing here. Let's go in and walk around again. This time we'll try to observe more carefully. Look at what I brought here."

"Yeah, this is the latest Kodak camera. It seems you are really interested in this matter."

"I just don't want us to make another trip in vain. If we can't find out the secrets in this house in a short time, then I will take the photos here and analyze them slowly. Anyway, in the time after the game is over,

There’s nothing to do, so this is something interesting.”

"Haha, I feel like with your sincere personality, you should be able to make a difference no matter what you do."

"But my greatest talent is still in basketball. I am even more eager to become an epoch-making basketball superstar like Michael Jordan, and to be a person who can influence the youth of one or even several generations."

"I believe that what you can do depends on you having such a dream and being willing to work hard for it."

"Let's go, we made an agreement while walking."

When we entered this large manor, we did not directly enter the main building. Instead, this time I decided to explore the garden outside the house first, looking for some details that are easily overlooked.

"These flowers and plants have recently

There are still people pruning them, and their shape and direction don’t seem to have anything special on the surface, but if you look at them from some special angles.”

I guided Jessica to see the position and relationship of several trees, flowers and plants in the garden from different angles.

"I feel like I really saw something. It's hard to describe in words. It's like a magical magic, letting flowers, plants and trees replace words and pictures to convey a certain message to people."

"What exactly do you think you are seeing?"

I tried to guide Jessica to further analyze the secrets.

"I saw a lot of hallucinations. Some children were playing happily, but a man with a gun broke in. Someone was shot under that tree."

"It seems that the illusions we saw are not exactly the same, but it is very likely that they are things that have happened in this manor. What I saw is that there are many people surrounding this manor, roaring loudly and angry.

Cursing, a middle-aged white man was hung on a tree, blood kept flowing from the corner of his mouth, but he did not die. The people around him continued to curse and curse him, and stones and spittle were thrown at the poor man.

The man flew away, I really don’t know what he did to deserve such a punishment.”

"I'm a little scared."

Jessica's hand around my arm tightened involuntarily, and I could feel the fear deep in her heart from her rapid breathing. It was a primitive human instinct that could not be concealed.

In fact, I am not much better. The last time I came here, my impression of this haunted house was still that it was a scary atmosphere specially created by someone. Although some bizarre things had happened at that time, we tried our best to put them into perspective.

It was down to a little prank on the part of the organizers.

However, the illusion that appeared this time was really too real. I even felt that I could hear the voices of the people present at the time. This is not even as simple as a movie. Because movies are two-dimensional, in fact we humans are still very

It is easy to tell whether it is real or fake, but even in the era of rapid development of so-called 3D movies many years later, it is impossible to form images like the scenes I saw before.

So in the United States in the 1990s, I don’t believe that anyone can deliberately create this illusion. Even decades later, it will be difficult for anyone to do this, but why is this happening?

Don’t I live in a real world? Even though I was reborn, went back in time, and had Kobe’s body and even his memories, it was not very logical, but it did happen, and I also

I can understand it. After all, I have read so many novels about rebirth and resurrection, and I can understand it all deep in my heart.

But when some supernatural phenomena appeared in my life, I couldn't help but wonder whether these supernatural phenomena have always existed in our real world. It's just that many times we are always used to living in a world given to us by ourselves.

I can't get out of the mental prison I made. I would rather close my eyes with leaves than really open my eyes to see the real world.

We are afraid to accept the truth, because it may conflict with the education we have received and our original beliefs. When the truth becomes a relative lie, we would rather believe that the lie is still the truth, and will

Take the truth as

lied.

I didn't dare to think about it any further. I couldn't help but sweat began to break out on my back. You must know that even in high-intensity basketball games, I don't sweat so easily, and these cold sweats

There are so many of them, the more they flow, the more my whole body feels cold.

"It's so cold outside. Let's go inside first. No matter what, I believe there is some explanation for all this."

After a long silence, Jessica's eyes began to become a little erratic. Before, I could always see a kind of passion and transparency in her blue eyes, but now they gradually become blurry.

Already.

When we stepped into the main building again, the weird feeling that hit us last time was gone. On the contrary, everything here seemed to have returned to normal, similar to an ordinary house that had been inhabited for a long time.

Jessica must have felt this, and she relaxed a little. I held her hand and sat on a large leather sofa. I carefully touched the sofa with my hands.

From the uneven surface, it was found that this hide should be a whole piece of North American bison hide. The leather is very tough and elastic. The owner of this hide must have been a very strong bison.

"The feeling of this room has changed. It seems that most of the furnishings have not changed, but it also feels that most of the furnishings have been slightly adjusted. It is not as simple as a big cleaning, but

Something that was printed on these furnishings was taken away the last time we were here."

Jessica's words made me a little confused. I tried hard to figure out what was wrong with it. By the way, she mentioned something imprinted on these furnishings. I knew it was

What?

"Jessica, what do you want to express, and what is the thing that was originally engraved on it?"

"I don't know if you have heard of a story. It was a story my grandmother would tell me before I went to bed when I was young. The stories of the indigenous people who once lived in the North American continent hundreds of years or even thousands of years ago.

But then the white people came to this land and drove them out of their own land, and the souls of the indigenous Indians who died of swords, guns and diseases with resentment will be attached to a rare plant."

"I've never heard of what you're talking about. Go ahead and tell me. This kind of story seems very interesting."

"This story is not interesting at all. When I was a child, not only could I not fall asleep well after listening to this kind of story, but I would always dream of the indigenous people who had lost their lives and homes dancing in my dreams. They danced a kind of dance around the bonfire.

Weird dance, their blood will flow down the arms and soles of the feet deep into the earth, where that special plant will grow, and if the pollen of that plant is ground and processed, it will become a kind of extremely high quality plant.

Good architectural pigment.”

"Are you saying that the house we are in now has a lot of furniture and building materials that use pigments processed from that special plant, so this place is actually occupied by many ancient Indian souls?

Occupied."

"I don't know either. These stories are secret and ancient. My grandmother always tells me that these stories really happened. She also tells me not to forget history, because history is always circulating."