Regardless of whether the old housekeeper has a problem or not, his cultivation is much higher than that of Yan Yanan.

It's just that I'm not sure at the moment whether the cultivation he showed was deliberately disguised.

The villa area is very large, I looked around for a long time to find the house in the photo, it is not yet dusk, and there is a young man dressed as a maid in the yard who is tidying up the lawn.

I came to the door and took a general look at the old building, which had four floors, and a small room on the left side of the old house, which was supposed to be a place for the planter to rest.

The Tongling Jade was on my chest, and after I performed half a set of Meditation Techniques, I found that there was a faint black gas on the top of the old house, but the Qi field of the small room was still clean.

Before I could press the doorbell, the person who had been mrooming the lawn quickly came over and opened the door for me without asking me what I was doing.

"The old butler invited you, right?"

When the door opened, he asked.

I smiled and nodded at him, and went straight into the courtyard and walked towards the old villa.

The gardener hurried to catch up with me, but not too closely, and followed silently.

I stopped and turned to look at him, "Something?" ”

He then approached me and whispered to me, "Is there really a ghost in this old house?" ”

I didn't respond to his question, but pointed to a small room not far away and asked him, "When was this room built, it looks new?" ”

He also glanced at the small house, and then said: "I heard the old housekeeper say, it seems that it was built half a year ago, it is the place where the workers usually rest, and the tools used to prune flowers and plants are also stored there. ”

I nodded, then opened the door and quickly entered.

Unexpectedly, the gardener followed him to the door, and I immediately stretched out my hand to block him: "Don't come in, be careful of being ghosted." ”

His eyes immediately widened: "Is there really a ghost?" ”

I ignored him, pushed him away from the door frame, and was about to close the door, when he asked me again, "What does a ghost look like?" ”

I replied briefly, "Curiosity kills cats." He closed the door.

No sooner had the crack in the door closed than I heard footsteps outside, not the footsteps of the gardener, who was still standing in front of the door, and the footsteps were getting closer and closer to the door.

I suddenly felt a little more vigilant in my heart, and stood not far from the door and pricked up my ears, listening to the movement outside.

After a while, I heard someone outside the door saying, "The old butler has invited someone to come to the door again?" ”

Then came the gardener's voice: "What is 'again', what kind of things did he invite before, today, maybe he is really a master." I don't know why, I think he's different from those before me. ”

"I also feel this way, I just glanced through the window, and I thought, this person who came today seems to have a ...... I can't tell what others don't have. ”

"Hey, you don't know, just now the master didn't let me go in, saying that there were ghosts inside."

"Huh? Is there really a ghost in this place? ”

Hearing what they said so much, I also breathed a sigh of relief in my heart, it seems that there are ordinary melon-eating spectators outside the door, not some scheming people.

But to be on the safe side, I locked the door to prevent anyone from entering.

When he locked the door, there was a little movement, and the two people outside heard it and immediately stopped talking.

Since I left the alley this morning, I have seen a lot of people, and I found that when everyone saw me, their eyes became very strange, and on the plane, there were two middle-aged people talking about Zhou Yi gossip in front of me, as if to attract my attention.

At first, I didn't think it was anything, but whether it was the security guard just now or the two gardeners outside the door, they all regarded me as a master, and I realized why others would look at me like that on the plane.

I don't know how to interpret the word "master", but no matter how I think about it, I feel like I don't have anything to do with these two words.

There happened to be a two-meter-high mirror standing in the living room, and I leaned over to take a photo, except that the style of clothing was completely different from before, and I didn't think I had changed much.

It's weird!

Forget it, anyway, I can't figure out how to think about this kind of thing, so it's better not to think about it.

Walking away from the mirror, I spun around the room again.

The old housekeeper was right, the temperature inside the house was indeed much lower than outside. There were four large windows on the walls, and the light should be nice, but there was a gloomy feeling in the room, and even the sunlight shining through the windows looked very old, as if they did not come from the current era, but from some time in time.

I remember when I saw the old locust tree in Mabutun, the moonlight shining on the tree also gave people the same feeling.

At the moment, there is indeed a problem with this old villa.

As I walked around the living room, I noticed a gray towel on the sofa.

Although the various furnishings in the room are relatively old, they are all very clean, except for this towel, which is covered with dust and gives off a strange smell of rancid smell mixed with fragrance.

The rancid smell comes from the towel itself, and the strange fragrance mixed in with it represents the age of its manufacture and the age of its excavation.

This towel should be something from the Republic of China, and the unearthed time was half a year ago, which should coincide with the time when Shi Huayin appeared in the situation.

But who put this towel on the couch?

Is it 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 taken it and washed it a long time ago, or they would have thrown it away.

I didn't have a clue, so I folded the towel and put it in my pocket, but after thinking about it, it didn't seem right, so I unfolded it again and put it back on the armrest of the sofa.

Then I walked around the living room, and found a small door on the wall next to the staircase, and when I pushed the door, I saw that there was a bathtub, a toilet and a sink, apparently a bathroom, but the toilet and sink were new, but the bathtub looked very old, and there were two wisps of tea-yellow rust at the outlet.

Finding nothing else, I went up the stairs to the second and third floors.

It may be that the structure of the old villas in the Republic of China is similar, and like the ice room, there is also a long corridor on the second floor here, and on both sides of the corridor, there are adjacent bedrooms with small sizes.

I haven't been to the third floor of the ice house, I don't know what it looks like, the third floor of this old villa is a very empty hall, there is nothing in it, I don't know what it is for, and in the corner of the hall, there is a very simple wooden ladder that leads to the attic.

From the first floor to the third floor, each floor is very clean, but this wooden ladder is covered with dust, and on the surface of the dust, there are a bunch of irregular footprints.

Apparently someone had recently gone up to the attic, but the workers deliberately skipped the wooden ladder when they were cleaning.

I climbed up the ladder to the attic, and found that it was divided into two small rooms, one of which had a rotten door, and I grabbed the doorknob with a slight grasp, while the other room was equipped with a steel door, and the doorknob was tied with a circle of iron chains, apparently not wanting people to enter.

If I'm not mistaken, the room with the iron gate should be the west attic in the mouth of Yan Yanan, and Mr. Song hanged himself in the west attic back then.

Thinking of this, I immediately leaned over to the steel door and tore the chain on the doorknob with all my might.

When you open the door, you can smell a strong fishy smell, and the only window in the room is sealed with wooden strips, and only a few thin rays of sunlight shine through the gaps between the strips.

There is a lot of dust on the ground, and when the sun falls on the ground, you can see a large amount of dust particles in the beam.

I pulled a small flashlight out of my pants pocket and shone it around.

There were a lot of dried bloody handprints on the walls, a lot of shoe prints on the ground, and a very thick hemp rope hung on the beam of the roof, with a rope sleeve at the end.

Did Mr. Song commit suicide with this rope back then? But after all these years, why is this rope still here? Didn't you say that the old villa was renovated in the early years, why didn't you clean up the murder scene of that year?

And those bloody handprints on the wall, judging by the size, should also come from the same adult man.

If I'm not mistaken, these handprints are Mr. Song's.

At that moment, there was a slight noise in the opposite room, and I suddenly felt as if someone was standing behind me.

I immediately turned around and saw that there was no one behind me, but the door to the room across from me was completely open.

I just pulled the doorknob off, but I didn't pull it open, and there was no wind in the house, so how did it open.

And that feeling just now is definitely not an illusion, there is indeed someone or something standing behind me.

I put away my flashlight and went to the opposite room to take a look, there was nothing but a few old cabinets, there was an old window with no glass on the east wall of the room, I looked out of the window, and I saw that the sky was not as bright as when I first arrived, and dusk was approaching.

I felt that the ghosts in the villa should have spotted me, so I left the villa, intending to find a place to take the Qi Holding Pill first, and then turn it back.

When I came out of the villa, the planters who worked here had packed up their things and were ready to leave, and the person I had spoken to before handed me the key to the courtyard gate.

I waited until they were far away before I returned to the security booth, took the old rice and cinnabar from the suitcase, and took the Qi Holding Pill.

The security guard surnamed Liu saw that the bag contained cinnabar, and he came over to me and asked, "Is there really a ghost in the old villa?" ”

I just smiled at him, but didn't respond.

Before I came to the East China Sea, I was told not to act lightly until I figured out the ins and outs of the matter.

So when I got back to the old villa, I hid in the shadows near the hallway, intending to see what was going to happen tonight.