If only someone jumped off the building, the key point is that the deceased also lost a hand that has not been found yet.
No matter who moves into the haunted house, there will definitely be a thorn in his heart. If he accidentally finds a severed hand while packing things, it will be great fun.
"Take me in and take a look." Chen Ge looked calm, as if this was just a small scene.
"Okay." There was an area on the back of the man's shirt that was darker, as if soaked in cold sweat: "Actually, this house is also very good. The price of a house of the same size in the family courtyard of the Power Supply Bureau across the road is four times as much."
When I opened the security door, a strange smell wafted out, as if something was moldy.
The man tried the light in the living room. It may be because of poor contact that he pressed it several times before turning it on.
The bright white light dispelled the darkness, penetrated the door, and shone on the dark corridor.
Chen Ge also followed him into the house. He didn't want to do any unnecessary things and started looking for the drawers directly.
"There is a short description of a drawer on the black mobile phone. It seems to be talking about a certain drawer on the work table in the bedroom."
The man stood at the door and before he could stop him, Chen Ge had already entered the bedroom. However, he searched both bedrooms and did not see a work table, only a large wardrobe.
"It's not the same as the description on the phone." Chen Ge walked out of the bedroom and glanced at the man suspiciously: "Brother, are you sure this is room 304?"
"There is a number on the key, there is no way it can be mistaken." The man showed his key to Chen Ge.
There was no work table in the bedroom. Chen Ge looked at the large and small drawers in the room and was a little worried: "It's definitely too late to sift through them one by one. Do you really want me to stay here for one night?"
"What do you think of this room? We can discuss the price again." The man was very scared. He stood at the door and did not come in.
"I like this house very much. Do you think you can let me try to stay here for one night?" Singer Chen reached into his backpack and fumbled for something.
"A trial stay? We have never had this service. If you are not satisfied, we can go to the room next to you and have a look."
"No need, just this one." Before the man could finish his words, he was interrupted by Chen Ge. He took out his ID card and five hundred yuan from his backpack: "Five hundred yuan for a night trial, this is my ID card, absolutely.
I won’t destroy anything in the back room. If nothing strange happens tonight, I want this house.”
The man from the agency had never received such a customer before: "No, the company has requirements, so you can't mess around."
"Are there many people who want a haunted house where people have died? If you miss me, your house will remain idle for who knows how long."
After talking for a long time, Chen Ge finally convinced the man and got the key to this room.
"There are surveillance cameras all around the community. If you encounter something terrible, you can run out and ask for help. I will come to collect the apartment at eight o'clock tomorrow morning."
"You'd better come early tomorrow, I have something to do during the day."
Chen Ge saw the man from the agency away and looked at the keys in his hand, feeling a little awkward.
The key itself is very worn, but the sticker is new.
"It's a bit strange." He was thinking when a crisp sound suddenly came from the kitchen.
Taking out the skull-crushing hammer from his backpack, Chen Ge walked to the kitchen door and found that the kitchen knife on the chopping board had fallen into the sink.
"Where was this kitchen knife originally placed?" He picked up the kitchen knife and looked at it, turned on the gas stove next to it, grabbed the wooden handle of the knife and put it on the fire to roast: "Spirit ghosts should be afraid of open flames, right?"
The bright kitchen knife was burnt black. Chen Ge felt that it was almost done, so he threw the kitchen knife into the sink again.
"There are so many drawers in the house, there is always one I'm looking for, so take your time."
He turned on the lights in all the rooms and started looking for the drawer that couldn't be opened.
It was already dark, and the community was extremely quiet, as if every room was empty.
Unknowingly, an hour had passed. Chen Ge was sitting in the living room and looking at the drawers placed on the floor. He opened all the drawers in the room and looked through them.
"All the drawers in this room can be opened, and I haven't found anything unusual."
Leaning on the sofa, Chen Ge felt sleepy. He hadn't had a good rest for a long time.
"It's different from the previous draws. Is this ghost very strong? Or does it have special abilities?"
He put the repeater next to him and lay on the sofa with the Skull Crusher in his arms. Just as he was about to close his eyes and rest for a few minutes, his phone suddenly vibrated.
"Agency company? What do they want from me?"
Chen Ge answered the call, and the woman's voice was still on the phone.
"Hello, I'm sorry. I just received a notice here that the regional manager in charge of the family home of the Third Hospital had a car accident on the way to find you. I can't help you with the business for the time being. If you really want to
Get an apartment and come back in three days."
"Car accident?!" Chen Ge suddenly fell asleep. The agent happened to have a car accident. Who was the person who accompanied me to see the house just now?
Is it a ghost in the neighborhood? Or is it the ghost of the intermediary salesperson?
No matter which of these two guesses is correct, the result is actually the same: he hit a ghost!
"Can you tell me about the appearance of the person who worked in your agency who was involved in a car accident?"
"Sorry, I'm only responsible for wiring. I don't know the specific sales personnel in various regions of Jiujiang City."
"You don't know about the employees of your own company?" Chen Ge looked at the key in his hand. This key was left by a ghost. The more he looked at it, the more awkward he felt. The sticker was new, but the key looked a bit old.
He peeled off the sticker little by little, and underneath were three crooked numbers - 305.
"The man who tried his best to recommend me was 304! What he wanted me to buy at the beginning was the real haunted house!"
Chen Ge did not follow the routine, and the man did not expect that ordinary people would avoid the haunted house when they heard it, but the "customer" he met today did the opposite and wanted to enter the haunted house.
"Hello, do you need any help?" The woman on the phone was very nice and polite.
"Your agency should have information about the house, right? Can you help me check the information of the previous owner of Room 304? I know that this room is a haunted house, and I wanted to buy it because of the low price of the haunted house. I hope you won't do it again.
I'm hiding something."
"Okay." The agent agreed very readily, and after a while he gave Chen Ge a reply: "Three tenants before and after room 304 had troubles. The third tenant was a gambler, and he was forced to cut off a debt.
He committed suicide by jumping off the building; the second tenant was an English teacher and disappeared mysteriously at home; the first tenant..."
Chen Ge was listening attentively to what the agent was talking about, when there was a knock on the door in the living room.
"Is there someone outside? Who will come here at this time?" Chen Ge picked up the Skull Crusher and said into his phone: "Please take a photo of the information and send it to me via MMS. I want to book this house!"