Chapter 296
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It would have been fine if it was just a suicide, but the key was that the victim had lost an arm, and it had not been found.
No matter who moved into a haunted house, there would be a thorn in their heart. What if they accidentally found a severed arm when they were tidying up the place? That would be a big problem.
"Bring me in to take a look." Chen Ge's expression was calm, like this was nothing.
"Okay." There was a dark patch on the back of the man's shirt that appeared to be soaked in cold sweat. "Actually, this place is not bad. The house across the street is about the same size, but it's four times more expensive."
Opening the security door, a strange smell wafted out, as if something had gone moldy.
The man tried the light in the living room. Probably due to poor contact, he had to press the button several times before the light came on.
The bright light chased away the darkness. It filtered through the door and shone down the darkened corridor.
Chen Ge followed him into the room. He did not want to do anything else, so he started to look for the drawers.
"There's a short description of a drawer on the black phone. I believe it's referring to one of the drawers in the bedroom."
Before the man could stop him, Chen Ge had already entered the bedroom. He searched through both bedrooms but did not find a work table, only a large armoire.
"It's different from the description on the phone." Chen Ge walked out from the bedroom and looked at the man with suspicion. "Brother, are you sure this is Room 304?"
"The key is labeled with a serial number, so it can't be wrong." The man showed Chen Ge his key.
There was no work table in the bedroom. Chen Ge looked at the drawers of various sizes and frowned. "I won't be able to sift through them one by one. Do I really have to stay here for the night?"
"What do you think of this room? We can discuss the price. "The man was afraid. He stood at the door and did not come in.
"I like this place very much. Do you think you can let me stay here for a night?" Chen Ge reached into his backpack to search for something.
"A night? We don't have that kind of service. If you're not satisfied, we can try the room next door. "
"No need, I'll take this one." Before the man could finish, he was interrupted by Chen Ge. He took out his ID and five hundred yuan from his backpack. "Five hundred yuan for one night. This is my ID. I will not damage anything inside the house. If nothing strange happens tonight, I will be taking this house."
The man had never received such a customer before. "No, the company has requirements. You can't mess around."
"Are there many people who want a haunted house where people have died before? If you miss me, who knows how long this house of yours will remain empty. "
Chen Ge talked for a long time and finally convinced the man to get the key to the room.
"There are surveillance cameras around the area. If you run into anything scary, you can run out and ask for help. I'll come to check in at 8 am tomorrow morning."
"You'd better come earlier tomorrow. I still have things to do during the day."
Chen Ge sent the man away. Looking at the key in his hand, he felt a little awkward.
The key itself was worn out, but the sticker was new.
"That's weird." He was thinking when a crisp sound came from the kitchen.
Taking out the hammer from his backpack, Chen Ge walked to the kitchen door and realized that the cleaver had fallen into the basin.
"Where was this cleaver originally placed?" He picked up the cleaver and turned on the stove. He grabbed the wooden handle and placed it on the fire. "Ghosts should be afraid of open fire, right?"
The bright cleaver was charred. When Chen Ge felt that it was about time, he tossed the cleaver back into the basin.
"There are so many drawers in the house. There has to be one that I'm looking for. I'll take my time."
He switched on all the lights and started to look for the drawer that he could not open.
The night was dark, and the residential area was eerily quiet like no one was staying in any of the rooms.
Without realizing it, one hour had passed. Chen Ge sat in the living room and looked at the drawers that littered the floor. He opened all the drawers and looked through them.
"I can open all the drawers in this room, and I didn't find anything strange."
Leaning against the sofa, Chen Ge felt sleepy. He had not had a good rest for a long time.
"This is different from the previous lucky draws. Is this ghost very powerful? Or does she have some kind of special power? "
He placed the recorder next to him and hugged the hammer as he lay down on the sofa. He was about to close his eyes to rest when his phone suddenly vibrated.
"An agent? Why are they looking for me? "
Chen Ge answered the call, and it was still the woman's voice.
"Hello, I'm sorry. I just received the notification that the regional manager responsible for Third Hospital's Family Quarters got into a car accident on his way to find you. He temporarily cannot help you with the business, but if you really want that house, please come back in three days. "
"A car accident?!" Chen Ge's drowsiness disappeared instantly. If the agent got into a car accident, then who was the person who accompanied me to look at the house earlier?
Was it a baleful ghost? Or was it the spirit of the agent?
No matter which one was correct, the result was the same. He had run into a ghost!
"Can you tell me the appearance of the agent who got into the car accident?"
"I'm sorry, I'm only responsible for the phone call. I don't know the exact number of agents in Jiujiang City."
"You don't know the workers at your own company?" Chen Ge looked at the key in his hand. It was left behind by the ghost. The more he looked at it, the more uncomfortable he felt. The sticker was new, but the key looked old.
He slowly peeled off the sticker, and underneath it were three crooked numbers — 305.
"The agent tried his best to recommend me to be the number 304! The house he wanted me to buy was the real haunted house! "
Chen Ge did not play by the script, and the agent did not expect this. A normal person would avoid haunted houses, but the 'customer' he met today did the exact opposite and insisted on entering the haunted house.
"Hello, how can I help you?" The woman on the other end of the phone was polite and polite.
"Your agent should have the information about the house, right? Can you help me investigate the previous owner of Room 304? I know this is a haunted house, and I'm interested in it because it's cheap. I hope you can stop hiding things from me. "
"Okay." The agent answered readily. Soon, he gave Chen Ge his reply. "Three tenants of Room 304 have had accidents. The third tenant was a gambler, and his hand was chopped off by someone who wanted to pay off his debt. He committed suicide by jumping off the building. The second tenant was an English teacher, and he mysteriously disappeared from his home. The first tenant …"
Chen Ge was focusing on the agent's words when there was a knock on the living room door.
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