Reborn As Lucky Star
Chapter 537 I want to report!

Chapter 537: Chapter 537 I want to report!

Before that, Zhuang Lan had never believed in all this nonsensical stuff.

But last night’s dream was so vivid, it felt as if it had truly happened.

His gaze fell on the black crystal on the table.

Dark as ink, it emanated an ominous aura.

Zhuang Lan picked up the crystal, feeling its icy coolness and significant heft in his hand.

"Is this a crystal?"

Hua Miaofu took another sip of tea, "What it is isn’t important, what’s important is what it can make you become."

Zhuang Lan nodded and put the crystal in his pocket.

"So, how much should I pay you for it?"

"No charge, consider it a gift from me."

Zhuang Lan pocketed the crystal and went home.

Li Xiaoqin hadn’t expected her son to return so soon, "Why didn’t you hang out longer?"

Zhuang Lan touched the crystal in his pocket, "I need to make a phone call."

Li Xiaoqin didn’t quite understand her son’s affairs and casually replied.

"Then rest at home, I’m going to the market to buy some groceries. What do you feel like eating today?"

"Anything’s fine."

"We haven’t had fish in a while, how about some fried yellow croaker?"

"Sounds good."

As Li Xiaoqin left the house, Zhuang Lan immediately picked up the receiver and dialed a simple series of numbers.

"Hello? Police station? I’d like to report some superstitious activities."

"I’m not joking, I’m a student at Zhuancheng No. 1 Middle School. That shop is in the commercial district near our school, and it’s harmful to the mental and physical health of us minors."

The police officer at the call center, initially finding Zhuang Lan’s earnest words somewhat amusing, began to take the matter more seriously upon hearing it was near a school.

"Thank you for the information, we’ll take it seriously."

Zhuang Lan was not quite satisfied, "I also have a piece of whatever it is, given to me by that person, which could be used as evidence of their promotion of superstition. Inside this thing... holy shit... there are living bugs inside."

Zhuang Lan casually picked up the crystal, observing it in the sunlight streaming in through the window.

But he found that it wasn’t black at all.

It was transparent!

Inside was a coiled-up black worm.

At first glance, one could mistake the whole thing for being black.

Under the sun, the worm inside seemed to be slowly wriggling, startling Zhuang Lan into a scream.

In a panic, he almost dropped the object, but managed to catch it in a flurry at the last moment.

Hearing the scream, the call center officer also sensed something was amiss.

"Provide your address, and we’ll send officers to your place right away."

The truth is, fortune-telling shops like these open in many places; it’s a case of mutual consent between those who offer and those who seek such services.

Sometimes, when the police shut down such places, there are ignorant citizens who react with outrage.

So sometimes, as long as no major incidents occur, they’d turn a blind eye, pretending not to see, and only gradually phase them out with the development of the times.

But selling all sorts of bizarre bugs to minors was something that couldn’t be ignored.

Who knows if the bugs are poisonous or what would happen if they bit someone.

Reassured by the promise of action, Zhuang Lan hung up the phone, staring at the object on the table, unsettled, he retreated until he was nearly standing at attention in the corner of the room.

Just now, what if he hadn’t caught the shell before it broke open? Would the worm inside have fluttered out?

The mere thought made Zhuang Lan’s skin crawl.

If someone like Yue Qingqing saw it, she would probably be terrified out of her wits.

As for the claim that he would become a genius or something, Zhuang Lan snorted in disdain.

On one hand, having received a normal education from a young age and not having been through as many nonsensical experiences as Jun Feifei, Zhuang Lan didn’t believe in such things at all.

On the other hand, it was said that Zhuang Lan would see his inner desires in his dreams.

But becoming a genius had never been Zhuang Lan’s aspiration.