Hello, 110? Help! Someone’s chasing me. No, not someone, a ghost is chasing me!
In a pitch-black alley, Lin Fan pressed his back against a moss-covered wall, cold sweat trickling down his spine. His phone lay by his feet, crackling away. The policeman’s voice came through, sounding helpless: “Don’t you have anything better to do? A ghost? What ghost? Young man, making a false report is a crime, you know...”
Lin Fan’s mouth hung open wide enough to fit an egg, but he couldn’t get a single word out. He stared as the white figure in midair drew closer and closer...
