My House of Horrors

“Close the door.” Women seem to know some of their horrors and rush into the inner house.

“Okay.” Chen Guo did not lock the door and left a finger wide seam. He had already started thinking about the way back before entering the house.

Standing in the living room with her backpack, Chen Gong looked at the inner room, the woman sat beside the bed, covered with a thin blanket: “The house is very messy, don't bother, just sit down. ”

The woman's house was not too messy, but she threw a lot of medicine bottles. Chen Song picked one up and looked at it. It was all in English. He could only recognize a small part of it.

“Don't touch my stuff.” The woman whispered and looked at Chen Song with a glimmer of uncertainty in her eyes: “What's in your backpack? I don't think you're here to buy a house. ”

“Though the bag is broken, my home is in it.” Chen Guo said casually: "Your house is in a great location, but the price needs to be discussed again. ”

“My house has a lot of room to upgrade and if I didn't need the money right now, I wouldn't be selling anything.” Women's skin presents an unhealthy white, strange feeling.

“If you'll excuse me, what's wrong with you? Need to buy a house to raise money.” Chen Gong didn't come to buy a house at all, he started to talk.

“Cancer.” Women point to their faces: “Long-term chemotherapy, hair and eyebrows are all gone. ”

“I'm sorry.” Chen Gong didn't expect such an answer.

“I'm thinking now of a few more days, and this is the time for people to think of a few more days.” A woman sells a house to carry on her life, which seems to be true at first sight, but it always seems problematic when you think about it.

“Let's talk about the price. ”

The woman made a huge concession, and she offered a price 30 percent lower than the same type of house on the market.

“Tomorrow, if you agree, I can go through the formalities with my papers. ”

“I didn't rob you while I was on fire. You're a little overpriced.” Do the whole set of theatre, Chen Song looks very tangled.

“Is it expensive? ”

“I sympathize with what happened to you, but I checked before I got here. Your house was haunted a few years ago, so I couldn't sell it.” Chen Gong patted the backpack: “I am a bold person, plus I do need money, which is why I want to sell your murderous house. ”

The woman knew she was losing her mind, and she asked, “How much are you going to pay? ”

“One tenth of the market price, that's all I have. ”

“A tenth?!” A woman is having fun: “You said you weren't robbing her while she was still alive? ”

“After all, there have been ghosts in that house, buying a house is a big deal in my life, and if I hadn't had money, I wouldn't have bought a murderous house.” Chen Song completely replaced his character. He looked at the woman with a slight hesitation and seemed a little impatient: “Otherwise, we would take a step back. I know that you bought the house in exchange for help money, I can borrow it from friends and relatives, but your offer is too high, I can't afford it. ”

Perhaps because the house had not been sold for a long time, and the woman was desperate, she was silent for a long time: “Less than a tenth, my bottom line is half the market price, if you want, I will entrust the guarantee company to go through the formalities with you tomorrow, if you don't want to. ”

“Half…” Chen Song lowered his head and seemed distressed.

“Don't listen to other people's bullshit. How can there be haunting when the owner hasn't even been hurt in the neighborhood?” As the woman lay half in bed, she noticed that Chan Sing's tone was loose and began to persuade her.

“Don't lie to me, the security guard in your neighborhood told me personally that he saw a white shadow go into your house a few years ago, and then the police went. You weren't home that night, so you probably didn't know about these things.” Chen Gong followed each other's words and began to ask himself what he wanted to know.

“How could I not know about my own house?” The woman sighed and her eyes revealed a slight struggle: "Actually, I never wanted to mention this, the white shadow was not a ghost. ”

“Not ghosts?” Chen Gong's heart suddenly raised, and the whole thing is likely to make an unexpected turn.

“Yeah, that white shadow is my sister, she's a psychopath who just got out of the hospital.” The woman was in agony and coughed violently a few times: “My sister did a wrong thing when she was very young, and her illness was discovered from that time onwards, and since then she has been held in a psychiatric hospital until four or five years ago. ”

“Wrong thing? Is it serious?” The information of the woman and sister basically matches that of the patient in room two, and Chen Song listened more seriously.

“Very seriously, that was the thing that ruined her life.” Woman deplores her sister: "My sister is in a special situation, belongs to a patient who needs to be treated in isolation, there is a certain danger that if found by the police, she may be forced to be taken back to the hospital. ”

“So you hid her in your own house? ”

“Sister has recovered well after more than a decade of treatment.” The woman's tone has changed, as if it were an irrefutable question: "How many decades in a person's life? She had suffered so much sin in the first half of her life that she should enjoy life and the happiness of being born. ”

Chan always felt uncomfortable with the woman's words: “You hid your sister in your own house, but I didn't expect her to go out and scare the neighbors, so that's the truth about the haunting? ”

“Yes, the so-called haunts are made up by the people themselves. ”

“Where did your sister go? You're seriously ill, and she's not here to take care of you? ”

“I don't know where she went, and I haven't seen her since that night.” The woman seemed helpless: “She was the only family I had, and sometimes I would go to Fanghuayuan and hope to wait for her. ”

“I understand your pain. If no one buys it, you can keep it for me first, and I'll raise the money tomorrow.” What Chen Gong said was sincere, but what he was thinking was to temporarily stabilize the woman, and now he urgently needed to determine another thing.

“Okay, I'll see you tomorrow.” The woman took the initiative to terminate the conversation, and she seemed a little tired, very weak, leaning on the bed.

“See you tomorrow.” Chen Gong got up and left with his backpack.

At the moment when the apartment building door closed, the expression on the faces of both people inside and outside the house changed.

Chen Guo stood in place and entered several English words he had written down from the bottle into his phone.

“As I suspect, this woman has a big problem, and the drugs in her room have nothing to do with treating cancer, most of them drugs that promote wound healing and prevent allergies. ”

He took a taxi to Fanghuayuan District, and Chen Guo dialed Li's phone on the way to tell him about Xinkang Apartment.