After about half an hour of explanation, the three gangsters on the ground finally believed Chen Qing's words - he really wasn't here to fish for law enforcement.
He escorted the four people to Jiang Wan, and then put them into the police car under Jiang Wan's strange eyes.
Fortunately, Jiang Wan came out during working hours today, otherwise it would be difficult to detain this group of people.
After completing all this, Jiang Wan returned to the villa.
She raised her head and turned around for a while, making "tsk tsk" sounds from time to time, with a bit of disgust in her eyes.
"I'm not talking about you." She started.
"What's so good about this house!" She turned her head and replied to herself before the agent could say anything: "Look at this house! It's at least ten years old, right? How old are you? I won't tell you. I’m sending you away, can I see your baby making soy sauce?”
He was stunned for a moment and fell into a state of confusion similar to that of the intermediary.
"Me neither..."
"And look again! This house faces north and south without touching each other! The corridor is directly connected to the rooms! Let me tell you! There is a reason why this kind of house cannot be sold."
He listened to Jiang Wan's words and rarely said a word. He couldn't compare to a girl who was obsessed with shopping.
He hadn't even mentioned that someone had died many years ago. If he did, even if the two of them didn't mind, they would be regarded as being taken advantage of.
At the same price, why buy something that is better than others?
He hesitated and looked away from his toes, like a middle school student being scolded.
"Then what? You should be free now."
"Oh...about that."
Listening to Jiang Wan's inquiry at this moment, he shook his head to put away his distracting thoughts. He turned his head and looked at the agent in front of him and asked: "I said before that someone died in this villa before. Do you know this?"
The agent hesitated for a while, and finally said "hmm": "I have learned about it... but I only learned a few words from my colleagues.
They said... this villa is haunted. "
Jiang Wan's eyebrows narrowed and she became interested: "Tell me more."
"That's it...that's it." The agent gestured with his hands, as if he wanted to describe something, but he had a worried look. He gestured for a moment, and finally looked at the two people in front of him and sighed heavily: "That's it... …A little girl died.”
"Little girl?" He asked again: "How did she die?"
"No one knew. The house hadn't been sold when it was discovered, so logically no one would come in.
But here she is.
Until someone takes the client to see the house. "
He hesitated for a moment, and seemed a little afraid to look up: "It's on the second floor, in the master bedroom on the second floor..."
He looked at the stairs leading to the second floor behind Chen Qing, his face a little pale: "I heard that when she was found...she had been dead for a long time.
The corpse was densely covered with flies... there were probably tens of thousands of them, and the entire second floor of the villa was covered with flies..."
Halfway through his words, Chen Qing suddenly interrupted him: "You said the entire second floor is full of flies?"
"Yes." The agent nodded and continued: "This is not an exaggeration, it is true - the entire second floor is full of flies.
A large number of flies even escaped, and the property had been disinfected twice before the bodies were discovered! "
He hesitated for a while before adding: "The property management service attitude of this community is still very good...you see..."
He is a dedicated agent.
"There are a lot of flies..." But Chen Qing listened, looked up at the window next to the door, pointed at it and asked: "If this window is full, can those flies crawl all over it?"
The agent turned around, glanced at it, and nodded in affirmation: "It's more than this."
"More than that?" She turned her head and looked at Chen Qing, with obvious doubts in their eyes.
"Were you present at the scene?" Chen Qing frowned and asked, "You said you knew it from your colleagues."
He smiled and nodded again: "Young people... are always curious about these things of life and death.
After something happened, someone took a picture and showed it to me. Later, I also came here to take a look at the real estate.
That's what I saw then. "
He paused for a while before continuing: "After the little girl died in the master bedroom, the local police station investigated for a while, but because the little girl's face, identity and other things were severely damaged, in the end It came to nothing.”
"Where is the little girl's body?" He frowned.
"I don't know." The agent shook his head: "How can I know what will happen in the end?"
"Do you know what it looked like when you found it?"
"When it was discovered..." He touched his chin and thought for a while: "It is said that it was the master bedroom at that time. There were some simple furniture at that time, although I don't know where the furniture came from.
A bed and a lounge chair.
The girl sat on the lounge chair.
Stand upright and straight on the recliner, with your feet not touching the ground, and your whole body only supported by the back of your head and the recliner. "
He thought about the scene in the intermediary's mouth and finally closed his eyes: "She was like this until you found out?"
"Yes."
"and after?"
"Later..." He looked up at Chen Qing, his eyes a little guilty and a little ashamed.
But people who work in this industry have long been shameless.
He looked at Chen Qing and said calmly: "Later, this villa started to be haunted.
Someone had rented the house, but no one had ever bought it out.
Every tenant is like this. After two or three months of renting, they can no longer stand it and move out. "
He rambled on and began to complain about the previous tenants: "Everyone is like this! They said it was haunted! They evacuated when no one could live in them! They even asked us to return the deposit!"
"It's not easy to win...after all, you have concealed a dead person." Chen Qingle laughed and continued to him: "Even if I sign this contract with you, aren't you afraid that I will sue you for this matter later?"
He waved his hand, seeming to be a little resistant: "No, no! We hired a professional team before! They have been living here for three full months! Nothing has happened!"
"Oh?" Chen Qing listened and asked again: "What happened here...anything haunted."
When the agent heard this question, he seemed to be familiar with it: "One is that there are always inexplicable flies appearing in the house, which are... you know, the big scavenging flies.
Just a few at first, then more and more, until they cover the entire wall. "
"Which wall."
"This side of the living room." He raised his hand and pointed, looking in the direction of his finger. The wall was about twenty or thirty square meters.
"So many?" Chen Qing frowned and asked, "Have you ever seen what's in the wall?"
"Nothing! We've done all the tests we can!"
He shook his head and continued: "It's just stuck on the wall.
We tried putting plastic wrap and applying insecticide, but it didn't work at all.
There was a tenant who persisted for a month. On the 31st day, because we applied insecticide on the wall, in the early morning of that day, there were three centimeters of flies in the living room! "
Chen Qing frowned, and Jiang Wan also had a bit of disgust on her face.
"But if that's the case, it's not really a haunting."
"Well..." After hearing this, the intermediary seemed to hesitate.
"What's wrong?" He was a little curious: "Is there something unspeakable?"
"Also..." He looked at Chen Qing and suddenly breathed a sigh of relief: "Forget it...it's not really a secret, but after you listen, can you please don't say you learned it from me?"
"That's natural."
After hearing the promise, he also spoke: "Then.
During the time that the flies appeared, the people living in the house...began to lose consciousness. "
He thought about the way to describe it, but felt it was inappropriate: "Sleepwalking, sleepwalking."
"Sleepwalking? What kind of sleepwalking method?"
"In the beginning, it simply appeared in a place outside my memory." The intermediary said again: "For example, I was sleeping at the previous moment in my memory, but when I opened my eyes, the TV was on in the living room.
Another example... one moment I was squatting on the toilet, and the next second I was standing in the middle of the kitchen, cooking.
You can imagine, once or twice is nothing, but this is too many times..."
He was silent for a while before continuing: "And once, things got serious, and a tenant injured himself while losing consciousness.
The injury was serious. "
"How did it hurt?"
"He stabbed himself in the cheek with a chopstick, stabbing both sides of his face."
"Ouch."
"When they were holding him down, he was about to make two holes in his wife's hand."
After hearing this, he began to look towards the second floor with a bit of curiosity.
