Regardless of whether the old housekeeper had any problems or not, he was much more well-educated than Che Yanan.
But at the moment, I'm not sure whether the accomplishment he showed was a deliberate disguise.
The villa area is very large.
It took me a long time to find the house in the photo.
It was not yet dusk, and in the yard there was a young man dressed as a servant who was tidying up the lawn.
I came to the door and took a general look at this old building.
Counting the attic, the old house had four floors.
There was a separate small room on the left side of the old house, which should be for the gardener.
A place to rest.
The psychic jade was on my chest.
I used half a set of calming skills and found that there was a faint black energy gathering at the top of the old house, but the Qi field in that small room was still clean.
Before I could press the doorbell, the man who had been mowing the lawn quickly came over and opened the door for me without asking me what I did.
"The old housekeeper invited you here, right?"
After the door opened, he asked.
I smiled and nodded at him, then walked straight into the yard and walked towards the old villa.
The gardener quickly caught up with me, but he didn't get too close, so he followed behind me quietly.
I stopped, turned around and looked at him: "Something's wrong" Then he came up to me and asked me in a low voice: "Is there really a ghost in this old house?"
I didn't respond to his question.
I pointed to the small room not far away and asked him: "When was this room built?
It looks very new."
He also glanced at the small room, and then said: "I heard from the old housekeeper that it seemed to be built half a year ago.
It is a place where workers usually rest, and the tools for pruning flowers and plants are also stored there. " I nodded, then opened the door and quickly entered the house.
Unexpectedly, the gardener actually followed him to the door.
I immediately stretched out my hand to block him: "Don't come in, be careful of being possessed by a ghost."
He immediately widened his eyes: "There really is a ghost."
I ignored him, pushed him away from the door frame, and was about to close the door.
At this time, he asked me again: "What does a ghost look like?"
I responded briefly: "Curiosity killed the cat." and closed the door.
As soon as the door crack closed, I heard footsteps coming from outside.
It was not the gardener's footsteps.
He was still standing in front of the door, and the footsteps were getting closer and closer to the door.
I suddenly felt more vigilant in my heart.
I stood not far from the door and pricked up my ears, listening to what was going on outside.
After a while, I heard someone outside the door saying: "The old housekeeper has invited an expert to come to the door again."
Next came the gardener's voice: "What do you mean?
What kind of things did he invite before?
Today's one might really be an expert.
I don't know why, but I feel that he is different from those people before."
Same."
"I feel the same way.
I took a look out of the window just now and I thought, the person who came today seems to have something that others don't have.
I can't tell what it is."
"Hey, you don't know.
The master didn't let me follow him in just now, because he said there was a ghost inside."
"Ah, there really is a ghost in this place."
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After hearing what they said, I was relieved in my heart.
It seemed that the audience outside the door was ordinary melon-eaters, not people with ulterior motives.
But just to be on the safe side, I locked the door to prevent anyone from coming in.
There was a little noise while locking the door.
The two people outside heard it and immediately stopped talking.
Since I left the alley this morning, I have met a lot of people.
I found that everyone's eyes became strange when they saw me.
On the plane, there were two middle-aged people in front of me.
He talked about the Zhouyi gossip in front of me, as if he wanted to attract my attention.
At first I didn’t think it was anything, but both the security guard and the two gardeners outside the door treated me like a superior person.
Only then did I understand why others would look at me like that on the plane.
Come and see me.
I don't know how to explain the word "master", but no matter how I think about it, I feel that I have nothing to do with these two words.
There happened to be a two-meter-high mirror standing in the living room.
I leaned over and took a picture.
Apart from the fact that my clothing style was completely different from before, I didn't feel that there was any big change in myself.
It's really weird Forget it, I can't figure this out anyway, so it's better not to think about it.
I walked away from the dressing mirror and walked around the room again.
The old housekeeper was right, the temperature inside the room was indeed much lower than outside.
There are four large windows on the wall, which should provide good lighting, but there is a gloomy feeling in the room.
Even the sunlight shining through the windows looks particularly old, as if they are not the same.
It does not come from the current era, but from a certain period in ancient times.
I remember when I first saw the old locust tree in Mabutun, the moonlight shining on the tree gave people the same feeling.
There is indeed something wrong with this old villa right now.
While walking around the living room, I noticed a gray towel draped on the sofa.
Although the various furnishings in the room were relatively old, they were all kept very clean, except for this towel, which was covered with dust and exuded a strange smell of putrefaction and fragrance.
The rancid smell comes from the towel itself, and the weird fragrance mixed into it represents the age when it was made and unearthed.
This towel should be from the Republic of China period.
It was unearthed half a year ago, which should match the time when Shi Huayin's condition appeared.
But who put this towel on the sofa?
Are they the gardeners outside the door?
No, it shouldn't be them.
They work here in the old villa.
If they saw such a thing in the house, they would have washed it or thrown it away.
After much thought and no idea, I folded the towel and planned to put it in my pocket, but after thinking about it again, it seemed inappropriate, so I unfolded it and put it on the armrest of the sofa again.
Then I walked around the living room again and found a small door on the wall next to the stairs.
When I opened the door, I saw a bathtub, a toilet and a sink inside.
It was obviously a bathroom, but The toilet and sink are new, but the bathtub looks very old.
There are still two traces of tea-yellow rust on the water outlet.
Other than that, I didn't find anything else, so I followed the stairs to the second and third floors.
Perhaps the structures of old villas during the Republic of China were similar.
Like the ice room, there is a long corridor on the second floor.
On both sides of the corridor, there are small bedrooms adjacent to each other.
I have never been to the third floor of the Ice Room, so I don’t know what it is like.
The third floor of this old villa is a very empty hall with nothing in it.
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I don’t know what it is used for.
In the corner of the hall, there are A very crude wooden ladder was built leading directly to the attic.
From the first floor to the third floor, each floor was kept very clean, but the wooden ladder was covered with dust, and there were a bunch of irregular footprints on the dusty surface.
It was obvious that someone had recently gone up to the attic, but the workers deliberately ignored the wooden ladder when they were cleaning.
I climbed up the ladder to the attic, and found that the attic was also divided into two small rooms.
The door of one room was already rotten.
I grabbed the door handle lightly, and the door handle of the other room was broken.
The house was equipped with a steel door, and the door handle was tied with circles of iron chains, obviously not wanting anyone to enter.
If I guessed correctly, the room with the iron gate should be the west attic mentioned by Che Yanan.
It was in the west attic that Mr.
Song hanged himself.
Thinking of this, I immediately approached the steel door and broke the chain on the doorknob.
When you open the door, you can smell a strong fishy smell.
The only window in the house is sealed with wooden bars, and only a few thin rays of sunlight shine in through the gaps between the wooden bars.
There is a lot of dust on the ground, and when the sun falls on the ground, you can see a large number of dust particles billowing in the beam.
I took out a small flashlight from my pants pocket and looked around.
There were a large number of dried bloody handprints on the wall, many shoe prints on the ground, and a thick hemp rope hanging from the beam on the roof, with a noose at the end of the rope.
Did Mr.
Song use this rope to commit suicide?
But after so many years, why is this rope still here?
Isn't it to say that the old villa was renovated in the early years?
Why didn't the scene of the murder that year be cleaned up?
There are also those bloody handprints on the wall.
Judging from their size, they should also come from the same adult man.
If I'm not mistaken, these fingerprints belong to Mr.
Song.
At this moment, there was a slight noise from the room opposite, and I suddenly felt as if someone was standing behind me.
I immediately turned around and took a look.
There was no one behind me, but the door of the room opposite was completely open.
I just pulled the doorknob off, but didn't open the door.
There was no wind in the room, so why did it open?
And that feeling just now was definitely not an illusion.
Someone or something was indeed standing behind me.
I put away the flashlight and took a look in the room opposite.
There was nothing here except a few old small cabinets.
There was an old window without glass on the east wall of the room.
I looked out the window.
I saw that the sky was no longer as bright as when I first arrived, and dusk was approaching.
I felt that the ghost in the villa must have discovered me, so I left the villa, planning to find a place to take the breath-holding pill first, and then come back.
When I came out of the villa, the gardeners working here had packed up their things and were ready to leave.
The person who had spoken to me before also handed me the key to the courtyard.
I waited until they were far away before I returned to the security booth, took the Chen rice and cinnabar from the suitcase, and took the breath-holding pill.
When the security guard named Liu saw the cinnabar in the bag, he came over and asked me: "Are there really ghosts in the old villa?"
I just smiled at him but didn't respond.
Before I came to Donghai, Qian Yanan had told me not to take action easily before I figured out the ins and outs of the matter.
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So after returning to the old villa, I hid in the shadows near the corridor, planning to see what would happen tonight
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