In the western suburbs of Pinghu City, there is a large shantytown, where the city's poor reside.
The houses here are large courtyards, divided into small rooms. The largest rooms are no more than thirty square meters, while the smallest are only about ten square meters.
In a cramped and dirty courtyard cluttered with wood and junk, there is a tiny rented room.
The curtains of the rented room are drawn, and the person living here never leaves, except to use the toilet.
Yes, in the shantytown there are only public toilets.
Zheng Xuan, with a cigarette between his fingers and red eyes, is staring at the computer screen, scanning through information about supernatural events.
Hanging behind him is a hemp rope; three days ago, he attempted to hang himself with it but lost the courage at the last moment, leading to even greater self-loathing.
