I spent two hours at a nearby cold drink shop, and at noon I rode to the mansion in the woods. This time the forest was much more lively than in the morning, and many people walked this way one after another, but none of these people spoke much, and everyone seemed to have not woken up, with blank expressions.

The housekeeper was waiting at the door, and the people who entered the house first changed into one-piece overalls in the hall, wearing hoods, masks, and gloves.

The workers had their budding hair in a bun, and the pink and white cheongsam on their bodies showed off their perfect figures, and she walked very gracefully, the candlestick dragged in her right hand was flat and steady, and the firelight barely beat.

Suddenly, the woman turned her head to look at me, and then the corners of her mouth curled up and she threw a gentle smile.

My heart popped and she was so pretty, so beautiful that I couldn't take my eyes off her face.

The old manager told me that the owner of the house was a family of three, but during the day all three of them went out and did not come back until night, and this person was obviously not a ghost. And she didn't wear one-piece overalls, so she wouldn't be a worker hired by the old man.

I was thinking about it in a mess when the woman had turned around and walked towards the staircase. I hurried out and trotted after her, but by the time I reached the staircase, the woman was gone, not on the stairs, and not on the first floor.

What are you doing? A rough man's voice came from behind me.

I looked back, and outside the room I was in charge of stood a man in a jumpsuit, and I couldn't see his face clearly, only two small eyes adorned with dark circles.

Are you in charge? I asked.

The man nodded at me, then motioned for me to go back to my house.

I didn't want to cause any trouble, after all, I was only here to take the lead today, and I might have to come over to investigate later, so I obediently walked back to my room. But I didn't rush in, but asked the man in charge: There is a woman in this house, wearing a pink cheongsam, very beautiful, do you know who she is?

I don't know, there are no women in this house, go to work, and the housekeeper will see that my salary today is gone. After that, the man in charge grabbed me by the shoulders and pushed me into the room. Then he followed, grabbed the brush I had thrown in the bucket and rubbed it on the ground several times.

See? Just wipe it like this, hold on for another 20 minutes and get off work, where to find such a good job, work quickly. He shoved the brush into my hand and turned to go out.

I took the brush and dealt with it casually on the ground a few times, and when the steward was far away, I leaned against the door and took out my phone, and then I realized that my phone was actually turned off. I pressed the power button, but the phone wouldn't turn on at all, as if it was completely out of battery.

I had no choice but to play with the brush in my room and clean the room to kill time.

As soon as 1 o'clock arrived, the workers began to come out of their respective rooms one after another, and I took my things and went downstairs with the crowd, and received the day's wages at the main entrance.

After returning to the city, I went to the Provincial University of Technology, where there was an old customer of mine, and I asked him to help me confirm what was in my two test tubes.

The results soon came out, and the water taken out of the bucket was not clean water, but it was not detergent added, it was normal saline; The black and yellow filth is feces, calcium urate, and inorganic salts such as magnesium ammonium phosphate. None of this is anything special in terms of ingredients, but the problem is that these things are the main components of stones in the human body.

I was amazed by the results!

I'm not good at chemistry, but one thing I know for sure is that there is absolutely no reason for a room to produce urine and stones on the walls and floors.

Is that mansion a living thing? Even if I'm used to seeing ghosts, I still think it's a ridiculous idea.

After returning to Leyitang in the afternoon, I asked Luo Wei to help me check the relevant information about the mansion on the outskirts of the city on the Internet, and Luo Wei delivered a document to me in less than ten minutes.

That house really has a background, the person who lived there was once a prince surnamed Manchuria, the house was requisitioned during the war, and after several twists and turns, it was taken back by the descendants of the prince, and has been living there to this day.

There is so much information on the Internet, if you want to be more detailed, you will probably have to go to the police. Not long ago, I just helped Ji Jiulan solve the case, and she owed me a favor, so I simply called her and asked her to help further investigate the situation of the head of the old house on the outskirts of the city.

After waiting for a while, Ji Jiulan called me back, and she told me that the head of my ancient house was called An Dongchen, who inherited the house from his father An Xianteng two years ago. As for An Dongchen himself, Ji Jiulan said that he is a businessman and has no criminal record, at least the police have no bad record of him.

In the end, Ji Jiulan gave me Anton Chen's place of work, I thanked her, and then went out to find Anton Chen.

Antonchen opened his own freight company, and it was already 5 p.m. when I arrived at his company, and the workers there said that Antonchen had left. I asked for Antonchen's phone, but after calling several times, Antonchen never answered.

A good worker came to me and told me not to expect Anton Chen to answer the phone in the evening. I simply gave the worker 20 yuan and asked him to tell me about Antonchen.

The worker took the money and immediately opened the conversation.

According to him, Antonchen two years ago and now are completely different people. Two years ago, Antonchen was happy all day long, and he was very fun-loving, and he went to song halls and dance halls almost every day; But since he inherited the ancient house, he began to lose his smile on his face, and he became thinner and thinner, mysterious, startled, and ran home at night before the sun set, no one answered, and he didn't answer when others asked him why.

Finally, the worker put his hand to his mouth and whispered to me: I feel as if someone wears his skin and comes here every day for him.

The worker may have just said a joke, but I had to take skinning seriously, and I just dealt with a similar strange thing some time ago.

The atmosphere around the old house was gloomy, there were no windows or lights, only candles, and I couldn't help but suspect that it might not be people living in it, but a group of ghosts wearing human skins, and the missing people had actually been used by those ghosts as materials for making skin.

Old Leathermaker Liu deliberately added a zipper head when making leather, in order to arouse curiosity, but what if he didn't add this zipper pull? Wouldn't those ghosts in human skins reveal their identities lightly?

The more I thought about it, the more I felt that there was a problem with the ancient house with feces, urine and stones on the wall, and the problem with the people in the house was even greater!

Antonchen, the white-haired old housekeeper, and the beautiful cheongsam girl I can't wait for tomorrow, and I have to go to the house tonight to see how the family of three living there is living.