"That's not right! The sign on the outside says 'For Sale', which means that the house has no other owner. Pen %Fun %Pavilion www.biquge.info"

There shouldn't be anyone in the house, so it's hard to see an intermediary or something else still staying here.

Nicol was puzzled, he walked to the location of the door, first tried to knock on the door, who knew that it was just a random knock, and the door creaked open.

No one.

However, the door opened naturally. It was as if something was inviting him.

It's time to go in.

Nicol thought for a moment, then shouted "Is there anyone?" and boldly walked in.

"What a heavy dust!"

The room was unexpectedly dusty, and many of the corners were covered with cobwebs. The floor was not cleaned, the environment was rather bad, all the furniture in the living room was covered with a white cloth, and there was a thick layer of dust.

"No one?"

There was no sign of anyone walking around, so there should be no one in the house!

Boom!

There was a movement from the direction of the second floor, like the sound of someone walking on it.

"Could it be that there is someone up there?"

Nicol walked upstairs, and as soon as he moved his front foot to the roof, he heard the laughter of a little girl.

"It's hard to ......"

Nicol began to run, and he strode towards the next room.

It was the same room that I had just now, and there was a window there.

Just now, Nicol noticed that someone was looking at him through the window.

Of course, it is also possible that he is delusional, at least there is no one next to this window.

"Could it be really my delusion...... But that feeling just now really looked like someone was secretly looking at ......"

The house was empty, and there was no one.

That's right, no one at all.

I must have had a delusion just now.

"It's no wonder that there have been a lot of cases lately...... Maybe I'm a little overworked, too. ”

He could only comfort himself in this way, in fact, this sentence did not dispel his worries, and he was vaguely aware that he was aware of something, but his common sense prevented him from thinking like that.

It seems that once we enter that way of thinking, the worldview that human beings have constructed with common sense will collapse and collapse.

Considering these factors, Nicol could only prevent himself from thinking further in this way.

"Hahaha......"

Suddenly, he heard a burst of laughter, and Nicol turned his head and turned to look out the door, and a vague ghost shadow floated through the door, and even Nicol didn't see what the shadow looked like.

Only, he saw the faintly floating skirt corners. It was the white dress that the little girl was wearing.

"No, it won't! Could it be that it's true......"

Nicol rushed out the door, and at the end of the hallway, stood a little girl with her back to him.

"Who are you? Are you Sylvia?! ”

He cried out, and the little girl did not respond to him, still standing still.

Only, the little girl raised her hand and stretched out her finger to point in the direction of the wall.

"What do you mean?!"

Nicol sensed something strange, and he tried to take a few steps forward.

However, at the same moment as he took his steps, the figure of the little girl not far away disappeared without a trace, dissolving into the air like a wisp of smoke.

"How could this be!!"

He muttered quietly and headed to the end of the hallway, where the entrance and exit of the stairs were also located.

That "little girl" is likely to be Sylvia's ghost, her childhood friend, could it be that there is something to convey to herself?

Nicol began to think about it, and he walked to the end of the hallway, the upper and lower part of the staircase, and on the wall where the little girl had reached out, there was a painting.

It was a graffiti drawing, drawn on a piece of paper, and there were three children, holding hands, standing in front of a house, and the three children also looked strange.

One of them wore a dress, another had short hair, and the last one had been smeared with a black marker.

"Strange 'painting', this painting...... What does that mean exactly? ”

Nicol was very puzzled, and he couldn't figure out what was going on.

He reached out and tore the painting off.

It was at this time that Nicol noticed a thin gap behind the painting, where the wall was, and he saw something hidden in the gap behind the wall. So, Nicol reached out with a hand and took out what was hidden in the crack in the wall.

-- It turned out to be a diary.

Nicol spread the diary in his hand and flipped it open, it was not an ordinary diary, but a child's sketched diary.

Almost every page has various pictures on it, and lines of writing underneath.

It was a diary written in the voice of a child, and Nicol flipped through a few lines at random, convinced that it should be written by "Sylvia" herself.

"It's incredible, it's a guide to pick up this diary."

Nicol sensed that there should be nothing wrong with his guess, and Sylvia appeared here on purpose to find the drawing diary.

In other words, this drawing diary is very important, and it even hides a great secret.

"Tom tom!"

Nicol heard something downstairs, and he tucked the drawing diary into his clothes and walked down unhurriedly.

A black aunt appeared downstairs, and she glanced at Nicol suspiciously, probably feeling suspicious and puzzled by the sudden appearance of an outsider on the second floor.

"Hello, I made an appointment to come and see the house before."

Nicol smiled and said, "I've called a few times before, but today I'm here to take a look." ”

"Really?"

The black aunt didn't know what was going on, she looked at Nicol repeatedly, and said in disbelief: "I really don't remember any phone calls to the office." ”

"Really?"

Nicol pretended to be surprised.

"I'm really sorry, it seems that I was a little too anxious to rush over without contacting your receptionist, but I was really anxious, after all, it takes a lot of time to take time out of work to come here."

"That's right......"

"And I went into the courtyard to take a look, and after a little push, the door opened, and I thought it was opened for me."

"That's weird, I should have locked it up last time."

"Then be careful, it's best to check if anything is missing."

"yes, I'll check it when I go back, but the door lock isn't broken, it shouldn't look like a thief is visiting."

The black woman looked hesitant, and she was very surprised. However, it is rare for a client to come to this house, and she can only brace herself to deal with it, and on the other hand, she is also full of thoughts about whether any customer has called to make an appointment about this house. (To be continued.) )