The uncle said hastily, “Okay, okay, I’ll listen to you.”

I nodded. “All right, let’s go to check.”

On one hand, I wanted to go there to see if we could help them solve this case. On the other hand, I wanted to see if the uncle was telling the truth about his mother sending him a message in his dream.

I was really skeptical, though. How could a ghost tell someone the address of my antique shop through a dream?

We rode on busses for the whole day and had to switch vehicles several times. When it was nighttime, we reached a town near the uncle’s village.

As soon as we arrived at the village, the uncle called his family to send a tractor to pick us up. We then spent two or three hours on the bumpy path until we reached the uncle’s remote village.

It was 10 PM and the village had a gloomy and quiet atmosphere. Cicadas...