Merchant of the Underworld

Li Mazi said with a smile: "Nothing strange happened! I have been watching TV just now."

It seemed like it was really just a dream.

It was already five o'clock in the morning, and it was almost dawn. Li Mazi and I went outside to eat some soy milk and fried dough sticks. When we came back, we found that the door of the villa was open.

My first thought was that the villa was inviting a thief, so I quickly asked Li Mazi to guard the door and call the police if there was any problem, while I quietly walked away.

But as soon as he walked in, he heard a scream coming from the bedroom! Judging from the voice, it clearly belonged to the mistress.

Damn it, did the hostess go back to the villa while we were having breakfast?

I immediately opened the bedroom door, only to find the hostess standing naked by the bed, her hair disheveled, and her expression still in extreme panic.

She hugged me and said nonchalantly: "There are ghosts, there are ghosts."

"There's a ghost, what ghost?" I pushed the hostess away and tried not to look at her body. I am really worried that I will lose control again, and then I will really be in trouble.

"Right next to my bed, right next to my bed..." She grabbed her hair and kept screaming.

Inexplicably, I walked to the bed and checked it carefully. Except for the mistress's underwear, there was nothing else.

I resisted the temptation and threw my underwear to her: "Put it on!"

Only then did she react, glanced at her body, got dressed in a few moments, and took a set of pajamas from the cupboard to wrap herself around.

"Master, just now... I really saw a ghost just now! And there were several of them, sitting on the edge of my bed, staring at me. They scared me to death, scared me to death."

I saw that the hostess seemed to be scared out of her mind, so I brought her a bottle of iced drink and let her drink it.

After about ten minutes, she finally came to her senses, and the first thing she asked me was: "Why am I here? Aren't I staying in a hotel outside?"

I squirted out the water I just drank: "What, you didn't come back by yourself?"

The hostess shook her head repeatedly: "No, I have been sleeping in the hotel, and I was here when I woke up. What happened? You...did you do anything to me."

After saying that, she looked between her legs.

I laughed dumbly: "It seems that this matter is much more complicated than I thought! Now tell me exactly what happened to you, without leaving out any details. Maybe I can help you."

The hostess hesitated for a moment and then spoke to me.

It turned out that when she was sleeping, she heard someone calling her name in a daze. When he opened his eyes, he found that the ghost was pressing on him again, and this time it was different from usual.

Usually there is just a ghost shadow pressing down on him, but today besides this ghost shadow, there are also several beauties sitting on the bedside!

Those beauties all looked very coquettish, but their eyes were dull and their skin was colorless, like corpses that had just been put on in a funeral parlor. One of the beauties smiled at her, showing two pointed fangs.

She was frightened and wanted to run away in desperation, but her body was pressed by the ghost and she couldn't move at all.

After that, the ghost spoke coldly. He warned the hostess that it was best to let the two men in the villa leave, otherwise they would torture her even more.

After saying that, the ghost disappeared, and she finally returned to normal, screaming and jumping up from the bed. We came back just at this time, and then the scene just happened...

After listening to what the woman said, I was already sweating profusely, and felt scared for a while.

What happened to me in the house last night was not a fucking dream at all, it actually happened.

The ghost that the hostess encountered was exactly the same as what I encountered. This can't be a coincidence, absolutely impossible!

So the question is, what are the origins of these ghosts?

Anyway, I haven't seen it, so I don't want to think too much about it, but first investigate how a hostess came back.

It happened that there were cameras installed around the villa, so I asked the security guard to retrieve the video.

In the video, the hostess was wearing pajamas and walking listlessly toward the door step by step. She was bent very much, as if she was carrying a lot of things.

When he reached the door of the villa, the door opened by itself, and the hostess walked in panting. The scene after entering is not what I can see, but I guess it is not a good thing.

When the hostess saw this scene, her legs were so frightened that she almost knelt down in front of me in the security room. She looked at me with tears in her eyes and begged me to save her.

But at this moment, I have no clue. After all, I am just a ghost dealer, not a ghost hunter.

To deal with those ghosts, you must know their origins.

So I asked the hostess, have you added anything strange to your home recently? A very old one.

The hostess shook her head repeatedly and said no, her husband didn't like collecting antiques, and even the things left by the previous landlord were thrown into the trash.

Then I remembered that the hostess had just moved in, so I asked the hostess if the previous owner had not thrown away all the things, and if there was anything else left in the house?

The hostess thought about it carefully, and finally shook her head firmly. He said that he hired a cleaning company to clean the house before moving in new furniture.

Indeed, everything in the hostess's house is brand new, and there are no old items in sight.

The hostess asked me if there was something wrong with the lights or wires at home? Because these are the only things that have not been replaced.

I almost laughed out loud, how could there be a problem with the light wires, unless the light wires in your home were handed down from the Ming Dynasty.

Since there is no problem on the surface, we can only investigate in the dark. I suspect that someone must have deliberately targeted the hostess and her husband, so the vaginal objects were hidden very secretly.

I asked the hostess if she had any enemies, or maybe... the origins of this house were shady?

When I asked this question, the hostess hesitated a little, but refused to say anything. As soon as I saw her expression, I knew there must be something fishy, ​​so I quickly asked.

After my questioning, the hostess told me the truth.

It turned out that the previous owner of the house was unwilling to sell the house to them. His husband used his power to buy the house by force.

This is an important clue. I asked the hostess to recall what the previous homeowner did. Do you know some tricks?

The hostess shook her head, obviously not knowing anything about the previous landlord, so I had no choice but to ask the security guard.

The security guard seemed to have a bad impression of the hostess, so his attitude was not good: "We are just gatekeepers, we don't know the previous owner."

"Impossible." The hostess was furious: "You have been working here for ten or eight years, how could you not know the owner?"

"Sister, you are wrong to say that. There are so many people coming and going here every day, how can I possibly identify them one by one?" The security guard said coldly: "If there is nothing special, please go out. This is Security room, don’t go crazy here.”

The hostess was so angry that she wanted to get angry on the spot, so I quickly asked Li Mazi to coax the hostess out. Then he handed a box of lunch to the security guard and said with a smile: "This woman has a bit of a temper. Don't be like her!"

"But her husband is a high-ranking official and can speak well in the province, so I advise my brother to tell everything he knows! Otherwise, it will be a trivial matter to just pack up and leave."

After hearing what I said, the security guard suddenly became nervous, and finally said helplessly: "Actually, I was just angry that she looked down on others and pointed at me when I just moved in, so I didn't want to tell her..."

After smoking a cigarette, the security guard finally told me the truth.

It turned out that when the previous owner moved out, he warned him not to reveal a word if anyone asked him about his details, otherwise the security guard would be left in trouble.

I didn't tell the hostess before because of the warning from the previous owner.

OK, there was indeed something wrong with the previous owner!

I quickly asked the security guard what kind of business this guy was in, and how could he be so scared?

The security guard sighed and said: "He is a big boss in transnational trade. How can I, a part-time worker, dare to fight with them? As for why personal information must be kept secret, I don't know..."

Doing cross-border trade?

I took a look at this community and it was not particularly prosperous. It's considered high-end to keep a woman, but it's a bit fanciful for a big boss in cross-border trade to live in such a small house.