[I wasn't there at the time, and it was only when I received a call from my dad that I found out that something like this had happened.

He came home late that day to tell us that the police had found the key that had been dropped in the room and had quickly caught the previous tenant.

The one who killed the neighbor's grandfather should have been the previous tenant. After he quit the rental, he left the keys and returned the keys to us was wrong. The police also found some stolen goods in the room. The person may have been a thief who, after stealing something, temporarily hid it in that room. The exact situation will not be known until the police interrogate them.

The neighbor's grandfather may have broken through this and had a conflict with him. He was old after all, and he died like that.

But my dad said it might not be that simple. The neighbor they saw was lying on the bed as if he was asleep. When they entered, they didn't see any signs of that kind of fight. However, they are not police officers and may also have preconceived notions.

The neighborhood committee contacted the family of the neighbor's grandfather. He and his wife have been divorced for many years, and his wife is still there, and he also has children, and he is in the local area, but he has almost no contact. They were also contacted by the police. My dad saw the neighbor's grandfather's son at the police station, he was about my dad's age. Probably because he didn't have any feelings, he knew that his neighbor's grandfather was dead, or he died in someone else's house, and he didn't have any emotions and didn't trouble our family.

This is the follow-up to the house.

Now the house not only has a strange smell, but because of this case, it cannot be rented for the time being, and it will be difficult to rent it in the future. The house can be regarded as a murderous house. The neighbors around me were very uneasy, and openly and secretly asked my father to ask someone to do a few more rituals. They also wanted the neighbor's grandfather's son to ask someone to do the ritual and send the neighbor's grandfather away, but that person didn't seem to be going to hold a funeral for the neighbor's grandfather.

Another thing I want to say is the bag of corpses that my aunt and grandfather picked up before.

My dad happened to go to the police station this time and made some notes and so on, so he took the opportunity to ask about the previous case. The police officers who investigated the two cases were not the same batch, but they were colleagues in the same office and knew a little about the progress of the case.

They already have a suspect in that case and are being arrested. Probably the case will be solved soon.

My mom was saying, "It's better to sell the house as soon as possible." If you can't sell it, you can simply donate it. There's just so much going on.

My grandfather also thinks that it can't go on like this, otherwise he will donate it in the name of his aunt and grandfather, and whatever others do. Our family is not going to get our hands dirty anymore.

My dad is in contact right now, hoping to donate the house.

After donating it, this is probably the end of the matter for our family. Maybe like many ghost stories that circulate, there is no ending, just an incredible thing encountered in a period of time. It is impossible for anyone other than the person concerned to know what really happened at that time. It was impossible for my aunt and grandfather or my neighbor's grandfather to tell us what had happened to them.

Of course, when the murderer is caught, the truth will be revealed, and then it will have nothing to do with the supernatural, just an ordinary homicide. 】

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Ya Love: [I've actually heard similar stories, but just like the last thing the po master said, I've only heard about part of it. Maybe what I heard about is also an ordinary case, and it's the same as the PO master, because I only know part of it, so I think it's weird. The world is still scientific. 】

Mr. Zhang in the square: [It was a good idea for the owner of the po family to decide to donate that room. However, it is recommended that the PO owner do a few more rituals for the house before donating. From the time the aunt and grandfather picked up the bag of corpses, there was already filth in that room, and two old people died one after another, which aggravated this filth. Even if there are no ghosts, the people who live there will be unlucky. 】

Planet Odyssey 001: [It feels like there's going to be a new follow-up.] Come on. 】

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After Cen Jia posted the comment, he became interested. He didn't think that weird little storyteller was "outstanding", but this new story reminded him of a lot of murder horror movies.

He can be regarded as a person who has read countless movies, and immediately found a special introduction to horror movies on the Internet, and was going to find one to review.

After turning the page for less than two pages, Cen Jia's mobile phone rang.

The caller was an unfamiliar mobile phone number. Cen Jia did not refuse to answer. He has the habit of shopping online and ordering takeout, and he just ordered supper before swiping Weibo, although there is something wrong at this time - it is not just an order, the store may call to contact that there is a lack of a certain dish, or it is not possible that the courier has come to the community, but he can't find the house number - but Cen Jia still did not hesitate to pick up the phone.

As soon as the phone was connected, Cen Jia heard a strange voice and said in a sluggish tone, "That room in your house—"

Honk.

Before Cen Jia could say anything, the phone was hung up.

He was stunned for a moment, and then remembered that the sentence was the content of the story he had just seen.

Cen Jia looked at the display of the end call, a little stunned.

This was indeed a strange call, and after reading Weibo, he didn't tell anyone, but just posted a comment by himself.

Thinking of this, Cen Jia opened Weibo again and looked at his comment.

"Planet Odyssey 001" is his Weibo nickname, the friend list is full of classmates and friends in life, and a few netizens, the attention list is very miscellaneous, games, anime, news and information, and bloggers like weird stories and strange news, all of which are accounts he follows.

He didn't receive any new messages from his account.

Cen Jia also opened the new story of strange stories and found the sentence.

At this moment, Cen Jia thought of a lot of things in his mind.

What kind of mobile phone is hacked, there are ghosts targeting him, and someone is doing demon magic...... It was all thought of by him. He also thought of the hot search on the strange news before.

In the early winter, Cen Jia didn't feel cold at home, but now he shivered.

There was a knock on the door.

Cen Jia was startled and looked at the door in horror.

"Takeout!" The man outside knocked on the door a few more times.

Cen Jia sighed and hurriedly ran to the door.

He paused for a second to open the door. In the past, he opened the door directly to welcome the takeaway, but this time he looked at the cat's eye.

A small man standing in the doorway was wearing a helmet, a takeaway uniform, and a plastic bag in his hand. He knocked on the door again, shouting as he looked down at his phone, as if to make a call.

Cen Jia's mobile phone also rang at this time.

Caller ID is a string of unfamiliar numbers.

The delivery man at the door also put his phone to his ear.

Cen Jia breathed a sigh of relief and wanted to refuse the call, but when he opened the door directly, he saw the time displayed on his phone.

It's only been fifteen minutes since he placed his order.

It's not the first time he's ordered food at that restaurant, and he's well aware of the time to order takeout.

A cold sweat broke out on Cen Jia's back, and in the continuous ringing of the mobile phone, he clicked the reject button.

The bell stopped, and there was no more knocking or shouting outside the door.

Cen Jia glanced at the cat's eye, and saw that the delivery man lowered his hand and head, standing motionless at the door of his house.

Cen Jia took a step back and clicked on the call log.

The two most recent calls are listed at the top, so that people can see the same number at a glance.

Cen Jia's hands trembled, and at this time there was a sense of fear that he had never felt in his life.

He wanted to tell himself that it was a misunderstanding.

Maybe he misheard the previous phone call, and the delivery man didn't say that kind of thing at all; Maybe today's takeaway is relatively fast, the store has prepared the meal in advance, and the delivery person happens to be nearby...... There are a lot of scientific coincidences that explain the situation he encountered.

Thinking like this, Cen Jia couldn't help but approach the door again.

He leaned in front of the cat and looked out the door.

The person standing outside the door was no longer a uniformed delivery man.

A woman with long hair stood outside, her head down, her face out of sight.

Cen Jia's screams that rushed to his throat were covered by himself.

He hurriedly retreated, panicked and overwhelmed.

He felt his heartbeat bursting through his chest.

In this heartbeat, he heard footsteps.

The familiar hurried footsteps were accompanied by the equally familiar sound of plastic bags rubbing. Cen Jia even heard a man's muttering in these voices: "703, 703......"

That's the house number of his house.