Although the room is luxuriously decorated, it is very simple, revealing a simple style. There is a statue hanging in front of the living room. The statue is not a god, but a weasel!
The weasel was half standing, raising its two front paws and looking forward with its eyes.
When I saw the portrait of the weasel, I felt a little strange. Many rich people, especially those doing business, believe in ghosts and gods. Many people have statues of gods enshrined in their homes, but this is the first time I have seen one enshrining a weasel.
Most people think that this kind of thing is evil, so it's really strange how someone would worship this kind of thing.
"My husband is on the second floor. Come up with me." The woman bowed respectfully to us, and then led the way. She no longer had the same wantonness that had seduced me just now.
I sighed, knowing that this was because there were cameras everywhere in the house. The woman had to work hard to maintain her image at home. If her husband found out something was wrong, it would be difficult to inherit the family property. The old man would definitely treat her.
I have a backup plan.
Thinking of the contrast between her charming personality outside and her current image of a good wife and loving mother at home, I couldn't help but smile bitterly. This woman has completely turned herself into a two-faced person. She must be living a very hard life.
Xiaobai looked at the woman's back with contempt on her face. She couldn't figure out how this woman could change so quickly and be so good at pretending. This was completely beyond her comprehension.
She is a novice and has been practicing for who knows how many years, but it is so easy to see through the human heart. After all, the most difficult thing to see through in the world is the human heart.
We followed the woman to the second floor and stopped at the door of a room.
I saw an old man with gray hair sitting in the room, gesticulating with his hands and saying something, as if he was chatting with someone, but there was no one in front of him.
"It's been like this every evening for three months." The woman whispered at the door.
I nodded and told them to wait for me at the door, and I walked in directly.
When the old man heard the noise, he raised his head and glanced at me, but ignored me at all. He turned around and continued chatting in the air. I saw red wine and a glass on the table next to him, opened it, poured myself a glass, and listened quietly.
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After listening for a while, I already understood that the old man seemed to be chatting with his son again, telling his son that he was old and should find a girlfriend. He also wanted to be a grandfather soon.
The fire happened thirty years ago, and the old man is now over eighty years old. His son must have been in his mid-twenties when he died, which was the age at which the man was getting married.
The old man's tone was full of concern, and it could be heard that he really cared about his son's marriage.
"Old sir, is this your son?" I asked him.
After hearing my words, the old man's cloudy eyes brightened up obviously, he grabbed a handful in the air, and then said: "Yes, yes, this is my son, what do you think, he looks handsome."
I nodded repeatedly and said he was handsome. The old man laughed happily and started chatting with me.
We talked a lot, and the old man was very talkative, starting from how he did business when he was young, until we started a family, and even asked his non-existent son to say a few words to me.
I nodded in agreement with him, and in the end, I was basically convinced that this old man really had a mental problem, because there was no ghost in his room at all.
I am a shady person, and I am extremely sensitive to ghosts, but after staying in his room for so long, I did not notice the existence of ghosts at all. There are no ghosts here.
"Old sir, I have something else to do, so I'll take my leave now." I said to him.
The old man waved his hand to me and continued to speak into the air.
I took two steps, then suddenly turned back and asked him: "Old sir, do you still remember the fire thirty years ago? What happened?"
There are no ghosts in the room, so there are only two reasons. One is that the old man's nerves are really wrong, and the other is that he is pretending all this!
I wanted to judge whether the old man's current situation was an act, so I asked him what he couldn't let go of the most.
After hearing my words, the old man turned his head suddenly and stared at me closely. A cold light flashed in his eyes. However, after a moment, the old man's eyes became cloudy again and he asked me with a trace of confusion.
: "Young man, what are you talking about about the fire thirty years ago?"
"It's okay, I just asked casually." I said to him with a smile, then turned around and walked out.
"How are you doing? Is there anything?" the woman asked me at the door.
I looked at her, shook my head with a complicated mood, and said, "I'm sorry, I can't help you. There is nothing unclean here."
After hearing my words, the woman had no expression on her face. She just sighed and said, "That's strange. He was obviously going to die, so why did he suddenly become energetic again?"
I looked at her, wondering if it was an illusion. When the woman frowned, I saw a flash of black energy between her eyebrows.
But the black energy disappeared in a flash, and I was a little unsure whether I was dazzled.
I looked at her with some sympathy. This woman must think she is very smart. She pretends to be a good wife and mother every day at home, and she consciously has no flaws. But this is just what she thinks.
I just chatted with the old man for a long time, and I was already sure that there was no ghost here, but with the last words I said before I came out, the old man had already revealed his secret.
He is mentally normal and all of this is just an act.
I don't know why he is pretending to be crazy, and I have no interest in knowing. I'm just here to catch ghosts. Since there are no ghosts here, their calculations have nothing to do with me.
This woman is not a fuel-efficient lamp at all, and neither is the old man, otherwise he wouldn't pretend to be crazy.
As for what he wants to do, it has nothing to do with me.
I didn't want to stay here any longer, so I went down the stairs first.
But after just two steps, I felt something was wrong, because there were three people sitting in front of the dining table in the originally empty living room.
One of the three people is a father and daughter in their fifties, and the other two are young people in their late teens, one man and one woman, just like a family of three.
It's just that the three of them were all scorched black, and the exposed skin was terrible, as if they had just been roasted by fire!
When the three people saw me, they raised their heads at the same time. Their faces were all burnt black, except for a pair of frighteningly white eyes!
