"Don't get excited. As buyers, we just want to understand why you are selling your store."
In the airtight lobby where wooden boards were nailed shut, Ma Wei looked at the lame old man carrying a kerosene lamp and said calmly: "When you go to the market to buy meat, you have to check the freshness, not to mention it is an expensive property like a store, so be cautious. It’s always right, aren’t you right?”
"I have nothing to say." The old man limped forward. Although he was not as angry as before, at least his tone softened a bit: "If you don't buy it, others will buy it! If you can't sell it today, you'll have to do it tomorrow. If you can't sell it tomorrow, The day after tomorrow... get out, get out!"
The old man started to chase people away with a kerosene lamp. Seeing that he had a tough attitude and didn't want to talk anymore, Ma Wei had no choice but to leave the apartment with the friends and others. As soon as they went out, the wooden door closed with a bang behind him.
"What an attitude!" Lai Wen waved his walnut cane and said angrily, "We are buyers after all. We didn't negotiate the price, nor did we force you. We have no manners at all!"
"Either there is a problem with this house, or there is a problem with Mr. Hamlet." Mavey suddenly said: "House prices in London are not cheap. The price of such a restaurant near the center of the district will not be less than 1,000 gold pounds, but Mr. Hamlet offered only one-tenth of the price, plus an apartment upstairs... Weird thing."
"But brother, if you want me to say..."
Lai Wen tipped the brim of his hat with his cane, sneaked up to Ma Wei, and whispered: "Why don't we buy such a cheap house! You can't buy it for 100 gold pounds, you can't buy it at a loss, you can't be cheated! Just What problem can't be solved by people like us? Don't be afraid of ghosts!"
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The words were true and made sense, and even Ma Wei felt that there was no big problem with this house - as far as they were concerned.
How sneaky can a small room be?
They deal with gods every day, so they should have no taboos!
but....
Having said that, Ma Wei still doesn't want to expose his strength here. This restaurant has been listed in the Times, which has a huge circulation, for a week without selling. There is definitely something fishy!
They are definitely not the first buyers to come and see the house. Since everyone knows that there are problems, will the Mawei people who bought this house and solved the problems arouse the suspicion of the church?
The three Manstein brothers had no church beliefs and were all 'ordinary people'.
When ordinary people encounter extraordinary threats, what is the first solution they think of?
police!
church!
Ordinary people have their own ways of dealing with things, but before that, Ma Wei felt that it was necessary to inquire about No. 27 Flower Street.
"Let's take a walk here."
Ma Wei asked the coachman to wait where he was, and he took Yunia and Lai Wen on a stroll on the street. Not long after walking, Ma Wei targeted a tavern opposite No. 27 Flower Street and planned to start from there. .
It was still early and the tavern was not open yet, but the lights were on in the shop. Ma Wei stepped forward and gently rang the bell at the door.
Jingle Bell--
Jingle Bell--
Squeak...
The store door opened, and a middle-aged man with a black apron around his waist appeared in front of Ma Wei. He seemed to have not slept well and was listless: "Sorry, customer, we will not be open until after 4 p.m."
"I want to ask you something." Ma Wei took out his coin bag, took out a heavy gold pound coin and stuffed it into the middle-aged man's apron pocket, and said with a smile: "Do you know anything about Mr. Hamlai?" Something?"
Touching the gold pound coins in his pocket, the middle-aged man's eyes lit up. One gold pound was not a small amount. It was equivalent to his two nights' business profit. With such a generous move, he must be either a rich man or a noble... Anyway, he must be Big shot.
"Come in please come in!"
The middle-aged man steeled himself, invited Ma Wei and others into the store, moved some chairs from the table and put them down: "Sit down first, I'll be back as soon as I finish unloading the goods in the back! Right now!"
"Okay, you go ahead and do your work first." Ma Wei nodded with a smile.
The middle-aged man hurried out of the back door and directed the workers to move boxes of whiskey into the pub. It was finished in a short time. When he came back, he poured a few large glasses of sparkling beer and brought them to Ma Wei and others. Ya also got a lemon soda.
"About Mr. Hamlai who lives across the street..." The middle-aged man sat across from Ma Wei and others, smacked his lips and said, "He is a miserable man, alas! Those who live in the East District are all miserable men. But his fate is really regrettable..."
"Why is this so regrettable?"
"Mr. Hamlai used to be a soldier who served in the army. He was injured in the war with the Popang Kingdom decades ago. Although his life was not injured, one of his left legs was lame, which was at the ankle. He was hit by a projectile. It's broken." The middle-aged man patted his left leg and said, "After receiving a meager pension, Mr. Hamlet retired and returned to London. His family lives in a village south of London. The most fortunate thing was that his father’s brother passed away due to illness and left him an apartment and restaurant.”
"The apartment and the restaurant were his inheritance?" Daniel asked.
The middle-aged man nodded: "The restaurant has been open on this street for decades, and Mr. Hamlet moved here. Within two years, he married a wife and gave birth to several children..."
"Isn't this quite lucky?" Lai Wen took a sip of beer and said, "What's the problem?"
"This is just the beginning!" The middle-aged man glared and said, "Originally, Mr. Hamlet was very lucky, but his bad luck started a few years ago, maybe four years ago, when there was an earthquake. The beam in the apartment was cracked, but no one cared about it at the time. But the next day, when Mr. Hamlet's wife was going down the stairs, the beam suddenly fell down and hit her on the head. A good and healthy person was lost. !”
"Since then, Mr. Hamlet has been plagued by bad luck. First, his wife was killed by a beam, then several of his children became seriously ill and died one after another. Finally, his youngest son also went crazy a year ago!"
"crazy?"
"Crazy!" the middle-aged man swore, "It's like being possessed by an evil spirit. He is in a daze all day long. He doesn't recognize anyone or speak. He shrinks in a daze in the corner of the room. He screams when he sees people. He often goes crazy and makes noises in the middle of the night. People can't sleep, and my tavern business has also been affected by him... The neighbors who live on Flower Street say that Mr. Hamlet's house is haunted!"
"Since the situation is so weird, didn't Mr. Hamlet ask the Church of the Three Destinies for help?"
"We went there at that time!" the middle-aged man said: "Several other relatives of Mr. Hamlet died suddenly, but this youngest son went crazy. Mr. Hamlet took him to the Whitechapel next door to find Michel. Father Er, strange to say, after Father Michel gave him holy water to drink, he returned to normal!"
If the holy water has an effect, it is most likely related to supernatural beings... It seems that the bad luck encountered by Mr. Hamlet's family should be caused by something... Ma Wei guessed in his heart.
"The strange thing is that Mr. Hamlet's youngest son returned to normal after drinking holy water during the day, but at night, especially at midnight, he still goes crazy! He scratches and bites everyone he sees! Holy water doesn't work either!"
The middle-aged man took a sip of beer to moisten his throat and continued: "Later, Mr. Hamlet invited Father Michel to perform an exorcism at home. Father Michel came and found no problems. In the end, he even shocked the whole community. The regional bishop, but after the bishop came to check, he also found nothing unusual, and finally determined that his relatives had died one after another, and the shock was so great that the younger son went crazy..."
Lai Wen and Daniel looked at each other with big eyes and small eyes, their expressions were extremely strange.
To be honest, they are not sure whether holy water has any effect on mental illness. If it does, then there is a real possibility that Mr. Hamlet's youngest son will go crazy.
The eternal realm of the Church of the Three Goddesses of Destiny can only heal physical injuries sustained within a period of time, but has no effect on emotions and spirit.
For example, if a prisoner is tortured with torture instruments for a long time, his injuries will recover in an instant, but the mental torture and painful memories cannot be eliminated, and over time, his spirit will collapse.
If the priests and bishops can’t find any problems in the apartment, is there really a problem?
If there was something wrong with the apartment, Yunia and Edward should have given a warning when they entered the apartment just now.
Including the Demon Spirit Wooden Box, there was also no response.
Is it really crazy?
wrong....
Ma Wei thought about the information provided by the middle-aged man and used the principle of hypothesis. Assuming that holy water has an effect on mental illness, then the young son who took holy water during the day returned to normal and when he went crazy at night, why was the holy water useless? ?
No matter day or night, the effect of holy water is the same. There is no difference between using it day and night, and it is not a sanitary napkin....
It was obvious that the source of the problem was not the holy water, but Mr. Hamlet's young son!
"The neighbors all thought that Mr. Hamley's house was haunted, and Mr. Hamley seemed to think so too, so he wanted to sell his apartment and restaurant and move out of London."
Spreading his hands, the middle-aged man smiled helplessly: "But who dares to take over a haunted house? Every buyer who came to see the house was unlucky after returning home. For example, there was a gentleman last time. We all signed the contract, paid the deposit and planned to buy it, but that night I slipped and fell from upstairs, breaking my leg..."
As he spoke, the middle-aged man slowly widened his eyes and remembered something: "Gentlemen, you...haven't gone to see the other side..."
"...."
Ma Wei thought for a while and said: "I did go there, but we are not afraid of bad luck. I don't think bad luck will come to us..."
Pacha!
The roof suddenly fell, and a wooden board fell down, hitting Ma Wei's head. Edward raised his palms flat, caught the board firmly, and glanced at the middle-aged man: "Your pub should be repaired."
"This... what does this have to do with our tavern!" the middle-aged man screamed: "Obviously bad luck has come to you! Gentlemen, please listen to my advice and go to Father Michel to exorcise the devil! If it’s too late, it’ll be too late!”
Ma Wei took off the hat on his head, slowly dusted it off, and put it back on. A slightly weird smile finally appeared on his expressionless face:
"Thank you for reminding me, but I don't believe in fate. Since Father Michel can't solve the problem of Mr. Hamlet's family, then we will find someone who can solve the problem...Boss, you know Mr. Diloch Holmes Where do you live?"
"Yes, he lives at 221 St. Martin's Street, Fulham. Sir, do you want to find Holmes to solve this incident?"
"He is the most authoritative detective in London. I believe he can help me solve this problem."
