My name is Chen Mo. I sell real estate in the old city, and my main goal is to coast through life until retirement. That is, until I took on a suspiciously cursed school-district apartment.
The client said they could hear an old woman knitting in the hallway at night, but nobody in that building even knew how to knit!
I thought the client was just trying to cause trouble, until I was working overtime one night and heard the click-clack of knitting needles behind me. I looked down and saw a dust-covered strand of yarn on the floor!
And things got even stranger. Every property I handled after that had some kind of incident:
The attic in one rental apartment set out food by itself every day, terrifying the tenant into breaking the lease.
They unsealed the back gate of an old house with a courtyard, and an accident happened as soon as they started digging.
Red thread kept appearing on the door of a couple's new home, and the woman was repeatedly put in danger...
My childhood friend, beat cop Zhou Lei, called me a superstitious fool, then turned around and nearly got scared to death by his reflection in an ancient well.
It wasn't until I found my grandfather's battered notebook that I learned these weren't hauntings at all. They were folk taboos of the old city, and my grandfather had been its "Keeper of the Post."
Other people sell houses and earn commissions. I sell houses while moonlighting as a "rule keeper," relying on my grandfather's nagging reminders to deal with the strange incidents.
But the more I investigate, the more unnerved I become. Every property I've handled hides a century-old secret of the old city, and I'm already bound by blood to become the next Keeper of the Post.
[Urban folk-horror mystery | Overworked real estate agent | No cheat powers | Down-to-earth]
By Fei Zhenggui Xiushi
