The Ring... My Ass!!

The man looked to be twenty-seven or twenty-eight, with a somewhat haggard face. He sat awkwardly across the table from us. After Qian Qian had impulsively reopened "Boundless Love," he was another victim of a supernatural incident who had come seeking help.

We had received several people asking for help before this, but none of them had been reliable. Most had simply scared themselves amid the recent ghost stories spreading all over the city. Lin Xue could not be bothered to sort them out one by one, so she dumped them all on us. In her words, some people were idle anyway.

But this one seemed a little different—he was not as neurotic as the previous few. He was clearly afraid of something.

The silvery metal interior stood in stark contrast to the ruined building outside. When the man first came in, his face had been full of disbelief, but he soon became immersed in his account.

"I didn't used to believe in ghosts..." he began, his voice carrying a slight accent from elsewhere. "I drive for a living, long-haul routes, often overnight. I've got guts. I didn't believe in ghosts, but I liked watching horror movies to kill time. You know The Ring, right? That classic movie. I watched it once before, then a while back I went out of town to haul cargo. On the way back, I pulled over to rest the truck. I had nothing to do, so I dug that movie out and watched it again... Yeah, I was on the highway then, more than a hundred kilometers from here. Nothing nearby but wasteland..."

"Get to the point," I said, waving for him to skip the buildup.

"Ah, I thought you needed to know the location and feng shui first. Anyway, when that thing came