The house they were going to buy was on the ninth floor. The floor was quite good. As soon as they got out of the elevator, they immediately felt that the floor was a bit inexplicably gloomy.

"It's heating now? Why is it so cold?" Xicheng immediately felt a bone-broken chill when he got off the elevator, even more serious than being outdoors.

A forced smile appeared on Xiao Wei's face, and he held the elevator door and said, "That... this is the key. You go in and have a good look. I won't go in. I'll wait for you downstairs, okay?"

This is the first time I have encountered a house selling like this. Generally speaking, in order to make customers decide to buy a house, sales will not only follow in but also keep talking to you. But this house is too special, and Xiao Wei doesn't even want to enter.

"Okay." Xicheng nodded and took the key from Xiao Wei. The latter hurried into the elevator and pressed the closing key, and ran away as if he was running away.

"Do you need to be so exaggerated?" Xicheng shook his head as he looked at the numbers down the elevator.

Then I came to the door, took out the key and opened the door. There were two households on one floor. The other one was probably not sold yet. The cat's eye on the door was still a big hole. You can directly see that the house inside was clean and had not been decorated.

When he opened the door in front of him, Xicheng exclaimed: "Oh, hey, I'm so happy." The house has been almost renovated.

The whole house has been tiled, the kitchen cabinets and countertops have been made, and the bathroom, toilet and handbasin have been installed. The only disadvantage is that the latex paint has not been finished, but it does not affect it. After painting, you can basically buy furniture and move in.

"That's great." After looking around in and out of the West City, I couldn't be satisfied anymore. This saved my own renovation money.

Zhang Ze followed two steps and felt a blurry shadow flash by. He quickly turned around and saw nothing.

The west city is still continuing to visit. The house is more than 120 square meters. In addition to two bedrooms and a spacious living room, it also has a semi-open study.

There is a wall of bookcase in the study room. There is a row of sliding doors opposite the bookcase. If you want to open it, you slide the sliding door to one side.

If you want a private and quiet space, you can open the sliding doors. Zhang Zela used her paws to slid it open. She wanted to see inside, but she smelled an old smell of blood from the room.

Although the ground and walls inside the sliding door have been cleaned and repaired, Zhang Ze still immediately understood that this should be the first scene of the crime.

"Xicheng." Zhang Ze shouted. Xicheng was happily admiring the bay window of the bedroom at this time.

Hearing the shout, he walked out happily and said to himself in excitement: "The view of this master bedroom is really nice, I just feel like the sunshine in this room is not coming in."

When I arrived at Zhang Ze’s location and found that there was a study room, I was even happier.

"It's great to have such a big study! I can put the books left by my dad here, and it will probably be moldy if I don't take them out and shed them on it. And that peach wood sword, how about hanging it here?"

Xicheng was planning to use, and people were walking around the room. At this time, they stood at the empty wall next to the bookshelf and pointed at the wall to ask Zhang Ze.

Zhang Ze's eyes did not look at the wall, but stared at a white mark on the ground in a daze.

"Hey, did you hear it? I'm asking you." Xicheng asked in confusion.

"You'd better move a little bit aside." Zhang Ze reminded.

"Move to the side?" Xicheng said in confusion as he looked at the wall. If he moved to the side, he would not have hit the point.

"I mean, move your feet a little bit." Zhang Ze's eyes were still staring at the ground, and this time Xicheng finally found the problem.

I looked down at the location under my feet. The white marks on the ground were not completely cleaned up, and they faintly formed the shape of a person.

Seeing the traces clearly, Xicheng's mother jumped back and pointed to the direction of the place and asked, "This...this...this"

Zhang Ze couldn't help laughing and joked: "Didn't you say you're not afraid?"

"Nonsense, I'm not afraid of ghosts and gods, but this is still a bit taboo." As he said that, Xicheng put his palms together in front of the white circle and said, "Don't blame me." Then he moved out of the study around the white circle.

Zhang Ze didn't move, but looked at the position of the white circle and thoughtfully.

"Hey, are you okay? Why do you always look at that location?" Xicheng also saw that Zhang Ze's behavior was a bit strange at this time.

When Zhang Ze entered the door, he found that there were blurry shadows moving constantly in the room. Sometimes it looked like he was working, sometimes it seemed like he was eating. At this time, the shadow was lying in the white circle, and blood was vaguely flowing out of the white circle.

"Xicheng, I suspect, the house really doesn't seem to be very clean."

Xicheng was looking at the reserved lights above his head in the living room. When he heard Zhang Ze say this, he asked strangely: "What do you mean? If it is really unclean, wouldn't you see it?"

Xicheng remembers that Zhang Ze could see the little ghost.

Zhang Ze shook his head, and thought to summon the little devil out, and asked the little devil: "Can you see there is a ghost in the room?"

The little ghost looked at the white circle on the ground and nodded.

"Male?"

Shake your head.

"Can you let us see her?"

nod.

At the same time, Zhang Ze and Xicheng felt a slight stinging pain in their eyes. They blinked hard, and the room in front of them immediately changed their appearance.

There are wooden shelves for work in the room, newspapers are laid everywhere on the ground, and some latex paint ideas are sprinkled. It can be seen that it is a wall painting process.

"Fuck, what's the matter?" Xicheng came to Zhang Ze in a panic and immediately saw a young woman lying on the floor of the study.

The woman was wearing dark blue work clothes, with long hair spread out, and the hat on her head fell to the side, revealing the woman's fair and beautiful face. A bright red blood cut on her neck was bleeding from the stream.

The woman's body was still twitching, and the spirit in her eyes gradually darkened.

Xicheng looked at the bloody scene in front of him, his face almost turned into a sour cucumber. He turned his head and didn't want to see it, but he couldn't help but peek at it.

As the woman sighed for a long last sigh, everything returned to calm, but then the scene began to change rapidly, the latex paint ideas on the ground disappeared, the messy newspapers returned to level, and then they quickly disappeared, and the wooden shelves disappeared.

Then there was a sound of opening the door. The woman appeared tightly at the door with a hat and mask. Behind her, she seemed to be someone following her because she could see the wooden shelf being carried in the air.

The woman was laughing and talking to the people next to her, but Xicheng and Zhang Ze couldn't hear what she was saying. Everything in front of her was like a silent drama, performing what she had experienced on the day she died.
Chapter completed!