"Mom, I'm home."

Upon returning home, Han Shan shouted, only to see his parents sitting on the sofa with grim expressions as expected, "Han Shan... you've really got guts... skipping out on the first day of school registration?"

Han Bingjie had specifically taken leave from work and held a feather duster in his hand, ready to give this rascal a good spanking, "Tell me... where did you go today?"

"I... I went to play arcade games."

Han Shan replied.

"Asking for it!"

After a chaotic scuffle, Han Shan opened the door and fled.

Behind him, Han Bingjie, a middle-aged man with a beer belly, reluctantly put down the feather duster, "Kids these days, lying as easily as drinking water, this boy didn't even blink when he said he was playing arcade games, but he was still lying..."

"Bingjie, what's wrong with Xiao Shan?"

Yue Qin asked worriedly.

"Could it be... puppy love?!"

Han Bingjie touched his head, unsure in his response.

...

Several days later.

On the neighborhood playground, surrounded by many streetlights.

Wan Xiaolou, dressed in office attire, held a camera and roamed around the edge.

"Detective Wan!"

Han Shan emerged from a corner.

His complexion was poor, with heavy dark circles, as if he hadn't slept well in a long time.

In his dreams, the sound of the basketball getting closer became clearer.

This led him to realize in a daze that the moment the basketball reached him in his dream, he would die!

Wan Xiaolou looked at this young man who had been tormented in just a few days and couldn't bear it, "Don't worry, I will definitely save you."

There was no news from the foundation headquarters; this operation by Wan Xiaolou was actually a personal decision.

And the camera in her hand, was a haunted item that the foundation had once acquired at great cost from the security booth.

A camera that could capture ghosts!

Moreover, if it could capture a ghost, there was a significant chance of banishing the entity to the depths of a different dimension, an exceptional item of the supernatural kind, which even the headquarters regarded as an A-grade item.

Logically speaking, this camera should have been with the headquarters, as part of an elite team's core equipment.

But due to the management by new council member Angel, and their relationship with that person, this camera remained in the division as a treasured item.

This time, Wan Xiaolou had secretly taken it out.

"This playground has always been a bit off; a tragic incident occurred here, and since then, people from nearby neighborhoods rarely come here, especially at night... and the number of streetlights has increased quite a bit..."

Wan Xiaolou played with the camera as she gazed at the dim sky, "Go play basketball later, I'll be watching you."

"No wonder I felt something was off before..."

Han Shan smiled ruefully, "I hope this matter gets resolved quickly. If it doesn't, I'll just run away from home; I can't let it harm me and then go after my parents..."

"Relax, it might just be a very simple matter."

Wan Xiaolou supported the camera, observing the surroundings through the lens.

Under the lens of the camera, everything became extremely dim, with a blurry hue, as if observing the entire world from a different perspective.

'According to Wanqing, the core part of this camera is a ghost's eye inside it, so am I seeing this through a ghost's vision?'

Wan Xiaolou suddenly felt the camera grow cold, like a piece of ice.

Night fell.

On the small square, the many streetlights shone brightly, and a young man played basketball.

Beside him stood a mature woman, smiling as she took photos.

It seemed like a warm scene, but certain details were chilling enough to make one's hair stand on end.

For instance, Han Shan's hands trembled, and his mind wasn't focused, leading to several novice mistakes while shooting.

For instance, Wan Xiaolou was simply watching through the lens, yet she never pressed the shutter.

Thud thud!

Thud thud!

The sound of the basketball hitting the ground resounded repeatedly.

Time passed, second by second.

Wan Xiaolou rubbed her somewhat sore eyes, feeling that the ghost might not appear tonight.

But just then, within the Viewfinder, a white shadow flashed by.

She was invigorated, concentrating intently on the playground, ready to press the shutter at any moment.

"No good, the subject is moving too fast!"

Then, after capturing a few glimpses of the corner of clothing, Wan Xiaolou's forehead was already dripping with cold sweat.

Han Shan noticed this scene too and stopped what he was doing, looking over in confusion.

Wan Xiaolou gestured with her hand to warn Han Shan.

At that moment, she felt a darkness before her eyes.

The lens was blocked by something—that was…a palm!

A ghost's palm!

Click!

She tried to press the shutter but found it as if locked, immovable.

"This is…"

In a flash, Wan Xiaolou thought of the headquarters' briefing on this paranormal item.

Although a camera could drive away ghosts, if it encountered one whose horror level was far beyond, this would happen!

This human head ghost had evidently surpassed its previous horror after reviving!

Though nothing was visible before her eyes, Wan Xiaolou already felt a tremendous force, seizing the lens and snatching away the camera.

A mature woman fell to the ground and screamed at Han Shan, "Run!"

…

On a nearby tall building.

"Han Bingjie…"

Yue Qin watched the scene through binoculars, tears involuntarily streaming down, "Why…why do we try so hard to lead a normal life and yet these ghostly things keep haunting us?"

They were not really fools.

Han Shan's difference was not noticeable at first but became apparent later.

And, it directly connected to the ghost, just like the saying goes, "Once bitten by a snake, one fears a well rope for ten years."

"Useless! Foundation is all useless! I thought of letting the foundation handle it…indeed, this world collapses when you lean on a mountain, dries up when you depend on water; you can only rely on yourself!"

Han Bingjie grumbled and looked at his beer belly, sighed, and opened a suitcase beside him.

Inside was a leather jacket, stitched with a piece of skin, deceit skin!

"Tonight, I, the skin artist, shall re-enter Jianghu."

His face showed a worn expression.

"Don't just stand there!"

Yue Qin harshly kicked him, "If anything happens to Xiao Shan, you're sleeping on the couch for the rest of your life!"

…

"Run!"

Wan Xiaolou gasping for air, gripping Han Shan, ran towards less crowded areas.

Although this ran counter to the survival rules when encountering ghosts—after all, fewer murders occur in places with more people—

But the Foundation's rules required keeping ghosts away from ordinary people, so it was unavoidable!

They had run to a garden beside a residential area, surrounded by darkness, all quiet.

Han Shan looked around, goosebumps all over.

In those horror films, wasn't this the kind of place ghosts preferred for their killings?

He really was going to be killed by this brainless detective with big rabbit-like courage beside him!

Thud thud!

As the two were running, an orb-shaped object tripped them, causing them to fall in a heap.

On the ground was a human head!

At that moment, the head abruptly opened its eyes…

Han Shan instantly felt what the breath of death was.

Just then, a dark shadow rushed from the side, kicking the human head away, "Watch my goal kick!"

"Eh? Dad?"

Han Shan widened his eyes, looking at the tall, familiar figure.

Was this still his father, who worked tirelessly like an old ox, who, even when it rained, feared raindrops hitting his head, and never talked back when scolded by his boss?

Han Bingjie didn't look back: "Darn kid, you really are secretly dating, and even found such an old auntie to date; you've gone bad..."

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