"Ahhh, there's a ghost, ahhh—"
Yellow Hair yelled as he ran.
As soon as he reached the community entrance, he was stopped by the security guard.
"Brother, brother, what's wrong with you?"
The security guard said, looking behind Yellow Hair.
He didn't see anything chasing him.
"Ghost, there's a ghost!"
Yellow Hair didn't dare to look back.
The moment he turned his head, his neck felt a chilling cold.
As if something was blowing cold air on it.
"Ghost, ghost!"
Security Guard: "Brother, calm down... what just happened? Did someone scare you?"
Yellow Hair looked terrified, "I've been watching that house for a month. No wonder that person hasn't come back to live there. There's a ghost there because there's a ghost there!"
"Someone definitely died in that house!"
"I wish I hadn't gone, I wish I hadn't gone..."
The security guard comforted him, "Don't panic, don't panic, come in and have some water."
But he pondered Yellow Hair's words. He felt...
Something was off.
He didn't seem like a resident, but more like...
He sized up Yellow Hair.
While comforting him, he called the police.
Soon, a police car arrived.
Seeing the figures in police uniforms get out of the car, Yellow Hair felt a sense of security he hadn't felt in a long time.
His neck was no longer cold, and his back no longer felt that chilling sensation.
A voice in his heart seemed to say: Only by surrendering to the police station can you survive!
Hurry and surrender, hurry and surrender!
...
As the two police officers approached the security booth, Yellow Hair eagerly rushed forward.
He looked as if he had seen his savior, and said excitedly:
"Officers, take me away!"
The two police officers exchanged glances, finding the bizarre and eager request inexplicable.
"Comrade, don't rush, we don't arrest people randomly..."
Yellow Hair became anxious, grabbed a police officer's hand, "Take me away! Take me away! I'm a thief!"
"I came here to steal today! I've stolen from several other places before!"
Police Officer: "Did you really steal?"
Yellow Hair said sincerely, "It couldn't be more true!"
The police officer's expression instantly became serious: "Then come with us."
"Okay, okay! Okay, okay!"
Yellow Hair quickly got into the police car, muttering non-stop:
"Hurry, hurry, I want to go to the police station!"
"The yang energy is strong there, those ghostly things definitely won't dare to follow..."
"Yes, to the police station!"
"..."
The two police officers who responded exchanged glances.
They had never seen someone so eager to surrender and get into the station.
Could it be a false alarm, trying to sneak into the station for a couple of days?
—Ever since that underworld live stream mentioned that after encountering something unclean, one could stay in a place with strong yang energy for a few days.
There had been several news reports about it.
There were all sorts of situations.
People confessing to stealing money from their homes just to get into the station.
Some committing fraud, claiming to have defrauded a large sum of money.
After investigation, without exception, they all wanted to absorb the station's yang energy.
"Hey,"
The police officer who had just spoken reached out and grabbed Yellow Hair, who was eagerly getting into the car.
"Speak properly and think before you speak. Making a false report is punishable!"
Failing to get into the car, Yellow Hair looked back.
He saw a white figure in the distance, drifting towards them.
He was instantly on the verge of tears.
"I really stole, I stole!"
"Officers, can you believe me just once? Although I like to steal, what I'm saying this time is true!"
"I really stole! Hurry and arrest me!"
The more he acted like this, the more the police officer found it strange.
He reminded him again: "If you are lying, you will be fined or detained..."
Before he could finish, Yellow Hair interrupted:
"Yes, yes, fake, fake, quickly detain me!"
Seeing his attitude, the police officer couldn't help but get angry:
"Do you know how serious making a false report is? What if it delays someone who genuinely needs to report something? Can you bear the responsibility?!"
"Ah?"
Yellow Hair was stunned.
He used to be afraid of going to the station every day and always avoided the police.
He never expected that it would be so difficult to get into the station now.
Heaven.
Was his sin so deep?
He couldn't even get into the station?
"I'm telling you..."
The police officer was still angry.
Suddenly, Yellow Hair 'plop' and knelt down.
Tears welled up in his eyes.
He choked out, "I really stole money! I really know I was wrong!"
The security guard next to them watched with curiosity and advised:
"Officers, I think his attitude of admitting fault is quite good. He probably genuinely regrets it."
The police officer was startled by Yellow Hair's kneeling and forgot what he was going to say.
"...Alright, go back and make a statement."
Not far away, the two white figures that had been following Yellow Hair
Turned into two wisps of white mist and disappeared from the scene.
...
Wuwuwu—Wuwuwu—
Inside the security booth.
The security guard watched the police car leave and took a sip of water from his thermos.
He tutted, "The world is full of wonders."
Just as he was about to return to the security booth to sit down, a motorcycle stopped at the community entrance.
A deliveryman in a yellow vest shouted, "Brother, in your Building 5, which way do I go after entering?"
The security guard casually replied, "Delivering food? Go left."
"Thanks."
After the deliveryman finished speaking, he parked his motorcycle to the side.
He picked up the large bags and entered the community.
The security guard drank some water and sighed, "It's not easy being a delivery driver."
Saying that, he turned back to the security booth to sit down.
The next moment, another electric scooter stopped at the community entrance.
"Brother, which way to Building 5?"
Security Guard: "Go left after entering."
Watching the deliveryman carry a large box inside, the security guard shook his head.
"It's not easy for me either."
He had barely sat down when two or three more deliverymen stopped at the community entrance.
This time, they didn't ask anything.
But the security guard couldn't help but ask, "Aren't you all going to Building 5?"
The deliverymen looked up in unison, "Yes, sir, how did you know?"
"Yes, is there any problem there?"
The security guard clicked his tongue, "No problem, no problem, go left after entering."
"Thanks, sir."
Watching several people carrying large bags run inside.
The security guard suddenly began to imagine:
Aren't these special forces disguised as delivery drivers, trying to sneak into the community?
As he thought about it, he shook his head, amused by himself.
"There are rich people every year, but there are especially many this year..."
Those large bags and packages, they must be worth a lot of money, right?
Tsk, tsk, tsk.
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