Qingshan District, an urban village near the outskirts.
Large clusters of self-built houses stood here, the shorter ones two or three stories tall, the taller ones six or seven.
Someone had probably seen the promising development here back then and built houses early, waiting for demolition compensation or renting them out.
Unfortunately, Jiangbei had later expanded in another direction.
After sixty or seventy years, these houses had long since become unsafe. They could neither be demolished nor legally rented out anymore.
A black 7 Series pulled to a stop.
Two people got out, looked around, and barely managed to work out their location from house numbers so rusted they were almost illegible before heading inside.
It was very dark here. There was only one streetlight by the road, and after they rounded a few self-built houses, even its light vanished completely.
"Usually, abandoned urban villages like this have homeless people or some bolder folks living in them. But there isn't the slightest movement or light here, not even the sound of insects. It's eerily quiet!" Sister Hong said gravely.
"Xiao Chen, are you sure the only Paranormal Incident here was the one involving that little boy? Why do I feel like there are lots of eyes watching us from the dark?"
"Excellent. You've already learned to create your own frightening atmosphere." Jiang Chen looked pleased.
"That's exactly the spirit we Unusual People need. If an incident is frightening, we tackle it. If it isn't frightening enough, we make it frightening and tackle it anyway!"
Sister Hong: "..."
"Don't be so nervous. It might be a little quiet now, but things will liven up soon." Jiang Chen patted Sister Hong and offered some reassurance.
At those words.
Some of the color drained from Sister Hong's face.
Although she had already experienced