Chapter 8: The Murderous House
I nodded and said nothing, picking up the alarm clock on the table.
Uncle Qin walked quickly, pointed to the alarm clock and said, "Little master, this is the alarm clock, it will ring every night, and it will keep ringing when I dismantle the bell, which is very strange." ”
"What other strange phenomena have you seen besides this?" I put the alarm back in place.
Uncle Qin sighed and said, "I remember one night when I got up to go to the toilet, I saw a person in the kitchen, and that person seemed to be scared when he saw me, it was too dark at that time, and I didn't think about it so much, thinking that I was dazzled and didn't care, the most serious time was that I slept well, and suddenly I felt that someone was standing in front of the bed looking at me, and the feeling was gone as soon as I turned on the light." ”
I grasped the key point from Uncle Qin's words, normally few ghosts are afraid of people, unless they are cowards.
If Uncle Qin is not wrong, then this ghost should not harm anyone, but just want to harass them so that he can take the house for himself.
But I always felt that something was missing, so I had to put it aside and look at the inside and outside of the house first.
Looking up, I suddenly noticed a mirror hanging on the door, which looked like a Taoist gossip mirror, specially designed to ward off evil spirits.
"Uncle, was this mirror here in the first place?" I asked, confused.
"This is the mirror I went to the Taoist temple to ask for after the incident, and the master inside asked me to hang it on the door to protect us."
"Is that spirit?" I asked again.
"On the first day, nothing happened, but the next night the movement in the house began again, and then I went to the master, and he said that the things in the house were very fierce, and the mirror did not have the effect of dealing with him, but instead angered him, and told us to move out quickly."
I took off the gossip mirror on the door, and then pressed the aura gathering palm on the mirror, and there was indeed a heavy yin qi inside, this thing is indeed not simple.
It took me half an hour to look through every corner of the house.
Except for the gossip mirror, there is nothing unusual in other places, and it is difficult to conclude whether it is a ghost or not, so I can only wait for the evening to see it.
During the day, I was idle and had nothing to do to help Uncle Qin clean up the house.
It wasn't until dinner that he took me to the restaurant to eat.
During this period, I witnessed the love of the years, although the old lady next to me was demented and did not recognize people, the old man would not dislike her, but took care of her all the time.
"By the way, uncle, did you rent or buy this house?" I asked as I ate.
"I bought it two months ago, when I saw in the newspaper that someone sold the house at a low price, and it happened that my wife was diagnosed with Alzheimer's disease, so I wanted to take her to a quiet place to spend her old age, but what I didn't expect was that the children were not filial, and even the house was against us, sometimes I wondered if there was a place in the world that could accommodate us, a nursing home? Forget it......"
"What you said, can I ask how much you bought it?"
"It's not expensive, it's only 50,000 yuan, the former owner said that his wife was pregnant, so he decided to go back to his hometown to raise a baby, which can be regarded as a bargain."
Hearing this, I was stunned, the cheapest house in Jiangyang City costs more than 10,000 yuan per square meter, and 50,000 yuan bought a well-repaired house with a second floor? How can there be such a cheap thing.
I didn't say it in my heart, after all, Uncle Qin bought it with money, and it was not appropriate to say it behind my back.
After eating, I asked Uncle Qin to rest at ease tonight, and there would be no accident with me.
Since I only had one bedroom, I had to sleep on the couch and watch videos in boredom.
I suddenly saw an eye-catching title, The Secret of the Murder Mansion at No. 104 Narcissus Street.
I clicked in curiously, and the picture inside was Uncle Qin's home.
Seeing this scene, I suddenly fell asleep, and looked down word by word, and there were rumors about the murderous house one after another in the article, including what happened to the previous owners.
I just think about it, no wonder I felt that the house number was a little familiar before, because I had swiped the ranking of murderous houses in Jiangyang City a long time ago, and No. 104 Shuixian Street was among them.
Unexpectedly, the house that Uncle Qin bought was actually a murderous house, no wonder it was only 50,000 yuan.
I immediately searched the Internet for what this house had experienced, and five years ago, a young girl hanged herself in the toilet, supposedly because of a bad relationship.
Later, a new owner arrived, but he didn't live long before he had an accident again, and a succession of dead people cast a veil of mystery over the house.
Until Uncle Qin bought the house, three people had died here, and what was even more strange was that they all hanged themselves for various reasons.
When I was thinking, Uncle Qin came with a quilt in his arms, for fear that I would catch a cold in the middle of the night, so I could ask him something.
"Uncle, do you have the phone number of the previous owner?"
Uncle Qin nodded, I was about to call immediately, and I was going to call to ask about the situation.
Who knew that the phone was always busy, and it couldn't be reached at all.
I had to give up for the time being and ask Uncle Qin if he knew what had happened to this house.
His answer was the same as I guessed, because the elderly did not have access to the Internet, he had no idea that the house had ever died.
In the blink of an eye, it was late at night, and I lay on the sofa tossing and turning and couldn't sleep.
Just when I thought there would be no accident tonight, a shrill alarm rang suddenly.
I sat up abruptly, looked around, and saw a figure flash out of the corner of my eye.
I immediately took out the talisman from my bag, carefully guarding my surroundings.
Followed by the sound of staccato talking, I couldn't make out what was being said.
I calmed down and turned around and snapped out the runes.
I heard a scream, and a figure rushed towards me in the darkness, still a female ghost, her hands raised high, her nails like sharp knives.
I flashed to the side, raised my foot and kicked the female ghost away, then trampled her underfoot.
"People live in the yang house, ghosts live in the yin, dare to come to the yang to make trouble, really no one will clean you up, right?"
I snorted coldly, and the female ghost was so frightened that she begged for mercy, saying that she didn't stay here voluntarily.
I wanted to ask her what she meant, but the next second the female ghost seemed to see something scared, her eyes widened, and her face changed in shock.
As soon as I turned around, an extremely strong ghost aura suddenly attacked, knocking me into the air, and all the furniture around me was overturned by the ghost qi.
At this moment, I noticed a man standing in the darkness, who had a hideous face and looked at me viciously.
And the female ghost on the side was even more frightened and trembling.
I clutched my chest and stood up to meet the figure, his lips closed as if muttering, and then slowly retreated back into the wall and disappeared.
I grabbed the female ghost and took her outside, and I learned from her that she was the girl who hanged herself in the toilet five years ago, and that she stayed here because she couldn't leave.
"To be clear, what does it mean that you can't leave? What happened to that person just now? Do you know each other? ”
The female ghost didn't dare to look at me, curled up and shivered, "I don't know him, I don't know who he is, I wanted to leave here, but he wouldn't let me, and there are two other people in this house, they are all imprisoned here, just like me." ”