The wall opposite is one of the high-energy points of the video.

Since I came in No. 302, Fangxin Apartment, I really don’t feel anything scary except for the occasional stench.

Ordinary living room, ordinary bedroom, ordinary children's room.

Compared with No. 4, it even made me feel a little bit disparate and boring.

Actually, it's pretty good too.

When I was hungry, I ordered takeaway, and when I was bored, I checked my phone to pass the time. When I was taking the takeaway for dinner, I met Jiang Han who was throwing the garbage back.

He still didn't see each other very much, and even chatted with me for a few words, saying that he called Fu Xing and told her that we had seen him.

As he spoke, he had already walked to the door of 302 and looked inside curiously, but was immediately attacked by the smell of rottenness.

"What's the smell?" He covered his nose and slapped it exaggeratedly. He was about to say something else, but suddenly his face changed, "There has always been this smell in the room?"

I nodded calmly. Actually, I was used to smelling and felt it was fine: "When I first came in, I smelled even louder and needed to open the windows frequently for ventilation."

Jiang Han's face looked even more ugly, and he naturally walked into the house to check around.

"Hey, you..." I pointed at his feet and said to remind me, and I wanted to tell him that he had walked into the haunted house.

But he misunderstood and hurried back to the door: "Have I disturbed your work?"

"No, I want to remind you that this is a haunted house. Many people are taboo, just be not afraid of bad luck."

"Yeah, I think it's something." He walked in again carelessly and still looked around, as if looking for something, "What a bad house is not so evil."

Jiang Han's behavior became even more weird. He smelled the smell with his nose and walked back and forth: "I'm going to tell you, I work in a funeral home. Compared with the haunted house, it's all drizzle."

As a matter of fact, working in a funeral home usually involves the dead, and a mere haunted house doesn't take it seriously at all.

I smiled and thought he was a little fun. No wonder he could capture Fu Xing's heart. He had a cheerful personality and a sense of humor. It was indeed Xiao Fu Xing's dish: "Indeed, he could live next to the haunted house and insisted on not moving away. The funeral home is a good place to train courage."

"Don't laugh, this matter is big or small." Jiang Han finally stopped in front of the living room wall and looked at me seriously, "I work in the funeral home. I have seen many corpses, and I have brought them all."

I was startled by his sudden seriousness and stood up unconsciously and followed nervously.

"Do you know what the smell of this room is?"
Chapter completed!