Reincarnation: I Married My Ex’s Brother

Zhuang Long’s family lives in Monterey, the most famous seaside resort in California.

The scenery here is pleasant. You can see unique villa houses everywhere. Some houses are hidden in the forest, and some are built on the coast. In short, these are all the rich people can afford.

When Zhuang Long was young, this place was not as lively and famous as it is now. At that time, not many people would come here on vacation, but those who could come were the rich.

He came this time without notifying Xiaomeng. He no longer remembers what happened when he was a child, even the address he once lived in. To this end, Zhuang Long also specially asked someone to help investigate. When he got off the plane, he received an address.

Staring at that address, Zhuang Long was in a daze.

Is this the place where he lived when he was a kid?

After Zhuang Long arrived in Monterey, he hired a taxi there. He said the destination, the driver thought he was here for vacation, and he also introduced him which villa has the best environment and the best price.

Zhuang Long said, "I already have a place to live."

The enthusiastic driver's smile faded a little, and after a while, a warm smile appeared on his face. He asked Zhuang Long what he was going to do. Zhuang Long said that he had lived here and grew up here. It turned out to be half a fellow villager, and the driver's attitude suddenly became more amiable.

The two chatted a few words, and Zhuang Long got a lot of favorable news from the driver's words.

After learning from Zhuang Long's mouth that the address of the house he was going to live in this time, the driver saw that Zhuang Long's eyes changed. He fell silent, as if puzzled. Zhuang Long didn't understand why the driver reacted like this. He was frightened, but he didn't show his feet.

The driver was a young man and couldn't hide things in his heart. Finally, he couldn't help but asked Dr. Zhuang Long, "Do you know that the house you are going to live in is a murderous house."

At this time, Zhuang Long did not know that his house had become a murderous house.

After he heard this, he was even more surprised.

Okay, why did his house become a haunted house?

A vague conjecture formed in his mind.

He looked at the beautiful and charming ocean scenery outside the window and saw seagulls parked on the shore, not afraid of tourists. He didn't take his gaze back, and asked the driver about the house in the calmest tone like an unrelated stranger.

"Haunted House?" Xiao Meng's face flashed in his mind, and then he asked the driver, "How to say?"

"Because people died there."

Zhuang Long said, "Many houses have died." He looked disapproving, "Is every house where a murder has occurred is a murder house?"

"That's not the case." The driver smirked, then his face straightened, and then said, "But that house is different. There has been more than one death in that house, and the death is very ugly."

Zhuang Long's eyes deepened.

More than one person died?

when did it happen?

Was it when he lived there, or after he left? Why did these people die? Who was the person that mother killed back then?

Before reaching the destination, Zhuang Long's heart was filled with countless questions.

Zhuang Long asked the driver again, "Do you know the specifics?"

"Hey, it's been too long. How did I know." The driver looked like he was in his twenties, and he probably heard about the things he knew. He told Zhuang Long what he knew. He said, "I heard that there was a murder case in that house more than 20 years ago. It is said to be bloody, and no one would buy the house afterwards."

"For so many years, the prices of houses in that area have risen, and there has never been anyone interested in that one. Brother, I advise you to change one."

Zhuang Long smiled and did not answer.

The driver drove him to the destination and asked again and again to confirm that Zhuang Long was determined and did not plan to find another place to live. Only then did he die, and turned around and left.

Zhuang Long carried his duffel bag and stood by the road.

There are many private houses on both sides of the road. It is close to the sea and the sound of the waves can be heard. Zhuang Long looked up at the old villa on the hillside. That house was his former home.

The house is two-story, not high, but covers a large area.

Standing on the side of the road and looking at the house for a long time, Zhuang Long walked towards the house with his luggage.

The house was locked because it was a murderous house, and no one approached it at all. The grass around it grew a bit deep, but the house was well preserved. Someone should be repairing it over the years.

When Xiaomeng was in jail, the house was taken back by the government and later handed over to the housing agency, wanting them to sell the house. It's just that after so many years, the house is still in a state where no one buys it.

Zhuang Long contacted the intermediary and explained his intention. Within half an hour, the intermediary company sent someone to sign the contract with Zhuang Long.

The visitor was a man in his thirties. He came and left in a hurry, and he was very talkative when signing a contract. When he left, he walked fast, as if there was a plague **** behind him. They just want to sell this house.

Therefore, Zhuang Long became the new owner of this house at an unimaginably low price.

Zhuang Long opened the door with the key, and as soon as he entered the house, a puff of dust attacked the pavement. Zhuang Long hurriedly withdrew. After waiting for a while, he saw that all the dust flying inside fell to the ground, and then he stepped into it.

There are a lot of things in this house, including sofas, tables and stools, and almost everything you need in life. The only surprise was the walls of the house. The walls were so clean that they had been repainted at first glance, as if to hide the marks that shouldn't be there.

Zhuang Long stared at the white wall, his heart drifting away.

He stepped forward and touched the wall with his hand. Many years ago, were these walls also covered with blood?

The ground was covered with dust, and every time Zhuang Long took a step, a footprint was left on the ground. Zhuang Long thought of a scene nervously--

In the house, he was the only one. He wandered around in the dusty house. Looking back, he found that the footprints on the ground were of different sizes...

A cold back, he stopped thinking deeply, called a housekeeping company and asked them to send someone to clean the house. After the phone call, he called the furniture store again and asked them to bring some furniture over.

After the phone call, he exited the house and sat on the grass next to the house. After a while, people from the housekeeping company came to the door. They looked at Zhuang Long as if they were looking at a madman. He dared to live in such a haunted house!

To their complicated prying eyes, Zhuang Long just pretended not to see.

He fell on the grass, looking up at the shore.