The Strange World Through My Eyes

“I heard something happened again at the villa in the northern suburbs?”

“Which villa? You mean that haunted house where accidents keep happening? They say the death toll inside isn’t less than double digits!”

“Come on, are you serious? If so many people died at the same place, the newspapers would’ve made a huge fuss about it—how come I’ve never heard of it? Besides, my family lives nearby, and we’ve never received any news about deaths.”

Inside a villa with a quaint exterior in the northern outskirts of Mang City, Chu Ning hunched over his desk, eyes fixed on his computer, awaiting replies from other netizens. He was desperate to know what had really happened in the place he now called home.

When the discussion on the forum suddenly ceased—as if the moderator had locked the thread—Chu Ning sighed in resignation. He was all too familiar with the rumors swirling online about this so-called haunted house, for he was its current owner. Living here himself, he knew better than anyone what the place was truly like.

It was nothing like the stories online. Not only were there no bodies, it was rare to see anyone at all nearby—hardly surprising, given the villa’s proximity to a funeral home.

Chu Ning lay listlessly on his desk, waiting for a reply he knew would not come. This scene was nothing new; every time he mentioned the villa in the northern suburbs, discussion would abruptly halt as if a gag order had been issued.

“As a transmigrator, this is a pretty rough start,” Chu Ning thought.

Yes, he was a transmigrator.

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