Late at night, the rare moonlight shines on South Los.

The shadow of Pokadot, who was staggering and staggering, was stretched extremely long.

Even, the shadow has touched the empty house before.

And when Polkadot approached, the shadow entered the courtyard and was reflected on the house.

However, as soon as the middle-aged man's palm touched the gate, the invisible force directly knocked him several meters away and pressed him to the ground.

Roar!

Poka held his head high and struggled violently, and the roar of a beast appeared in the throat of a middle-aged man.

"Shh

In the shadows, the man in the thick cloak stretched out his right hand, raised an index finger, and put it to his mouth—white fingers, bloodless lips, but the top of the lips seemed to be solidified by shadows, and they were completely unclear.

With the cloaked man's silent gesture, Polka immediately fell silent.

Because, Polkadot's head was taken off.

The man in the cloak took the middle-aged man's head in his hand with one hand, brought it to a position parallel to his gaze, and examined it carefully.

But the scarlet blood that should have gushed out turned into a black liquid as thick as oil, dripping from the neck, and the body on the ground was more like a deflated ball, and it was just like that.

But the middle-aged man did not die.

Even, words sounded in his mouth.

"Stay away from him!"

The voice was cold, a touch of female voice.

At the same time, the skull began to swell rapidly.

Rumble!

The firelight mixed with the roar of the explosion instantly hit the cloaked man.

But the shadow is faster, and when the firelight is about to finish enveloping, it wraps the cloaked man directly.

The shadow not only insulated the explosion, but also took the caped man away from his place.

However, the empty house next to it was not so lucky.

The impact of the explosion caused most of the house to collapse, and the remaining flames attached directly to it began to burn violently, lighting up most of the block of Pine Street.

The explosion woke up the residents of the neighborhood.

After seeing the fire, residents rushed out to put out the fire.

They greeted each other, and some saluted in a nondescript manner—these people who had just arrived in the Shire from other districts thought that they had stepped into the wealthy class and that they had to be well-mannered and respectable.

And after the flames were extinguished, the people around them began to sigh.

"What a bad guy, there is no good house."

"The agent should compensate, right?"

"They caused it – I warned them before to pay attention to the safety of the house, otherwise it will only betray the trust of the owner!"

Standing in the crowd, Heywood, who was involved in the firefighting, began to raise his voice - with Arthur's compensation and his own savings, the landlord of Mule Street in the Dird, finally stopped renting in the Shire, but chose to buy a one-and-a-half-story house in the Pines Neighborhood with full payment.

As for the houses on Mule Street?

Of course, he would not give up, and first repaired it in the easiest way and then rented it out - as long as the price was about 10 to 20 percent lower, many people were willing to rent it for their dreams.

And he?

Naturally, it is borrowing the power of such dreams to continue to climb.

Just like this moment!

The house that exploded should be sold at a low price, right?

Although it is badly damaged, the location is very good, as long as it is slightly repaired, he can live in it, and then rent out the newly bought house, which is another rent.

Moreover, he helped the owner of the house to ask the agent for compensation, and the owner of the house should thank him, right? Then it's appropriate to lower the price for him a little more, right?

Heywood's words resonated with the people around him, who were able to move here, or who had gone through a lot of trouble to buy a house that had taken two or even three generations to buy, or who had simply broken down and moved from the heart of the Shire to the periphery.

But no matter which one it is, with such a premise, they are all guilty of dealing with real estate agents here.

Naturally, the relationship between the two sides will not be much better.

Now we can see that one side is unlucky, and the other side is naturally happy.

Naturally, Heywood expected this.

He secretly rejoiced, ready to continue the fire.

But at this time-

"Ahhh

"Corpses!"

"So many corpses!"

The neighbors who were cleaning up the burned ruins suddenly let out a miserable cry.

Heywood ran after him, and when the black-hearted landlord saw what he saw, his whole body trembled—in a deep pit hidden under the bedroom, ten corpses were placed in an orderly position, five in a row, two in a row facing each other, in a standing position.

Of course, this is not the most important thing.

Most importantly, the two freshest corpses he recognized.

One is the owner of the house and the other is the real estate agent.

When buying the house here, the real estate agent had taken him through the neighborhood, and it happened that the owner was walking in the yard.

The two also said hello.

From the intermediary's mouth, he also knew that the other party had just moved in.

"Report, call the police!"

While Heywood was still shivering, the neighbor on the side shouted, but Heywood covered his mouth.

Heywood, who was trembling with fear just now, stood up with a serious expression at this time.

"Can't call the police!"

"If you call the police, we'll be all done - you also used all your net worth and accumulated for generations to buy the house here, right? If the price of the house here drops, our losses will be unimaginable.

Even if we live here, we will become the object of ridicule, and those who once envied us will definitely laugh at us mercilessly at this time!

Is this what you want? ”

Heywood questioned the people around him.

No one spoke.

Because, none of them want to suffer such an outcome.

Some of the people who have emptied the savings of two or even three generations before moving here have already become at a loss, especially a young couple sobbing in the crowd.

"We want to protect our property!

We can't expect anything from others!

You can only rely on yourself! ”

Heywood said again.

"But, but the corpse ......"

Someone pointed to the corpse in the deep pit, and his face was full of bewilderment, and almost everyone standing here had this expression.

They knew it was wrong to hide the body.

But they can't really give up the house they have worked so hard for.

"And we're going to burn the bodies?"

It was proposed.

Immediately, someone moved.

"Yes, burned!"

"Anyway, there was a fire just now, and if it burns, you won't be able to see anything at all!"

"That's right!"

"No one will find out!"

More people began to chim.

Then, everyone's eyes turned to Heywood, who had unconsciously become the leader of everyone present because of his performance.

Heywood felt the change.

But he wasn't complacent.

He knew that such a leader did not have any real interests at this moment, and if something went wrong, he would have to be pushed out as a substitute for the dead.

But even if he was hanged, he had to keep his house.

"Here's a couple of guys to stop those damn patrolmen."

"The rest of the people should hurry up and dispose of the corpse first."

"I'm going to hire someone who can save us—it might cost a buck, are you willing?"

At this time, the people around them have already nodded their heads one after another.

"I'll be back as fast as I can!"

Heywood turned and walked away, and the man with the suitcase, the umbrella, and the scary doll in his mind was already in his mind.

After that day, out of an abundance of caution, he inquired about some news.

And now is where it comes in handy!

Heywood didn't go straight to Kirk Street.

Instead, they rushed to Mouse Street first!

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