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Mrs. Ge's expression clearly knew something.

There are still more than 3 hours until the last time the live broadcast starts, and I certainly don't want to let this clue go.

"What is it? Granny Ge, please tell me, please?" I sincerely requested.

"Tell me first, why did you go to that house?" Mrs. Ge asked, frowning and almost losing her eyebrows.

"I saw an escape room game online. The location is in that old house, called the Black Mansion. I've already paid for it, so..."

Of course I can't tell the real reason.

Mrs. Ge sneered: "How much money was given to you, is it worth risking your life? Did your parents raise you so much just to let you abuse yourself?"

"My parents are gone a long time ago." I lowered my head and said sadly.

Mrs. Ge was stunned for a moment, and her eyes finally became softer.

"Even so, you should live a good life. It's not easy for a person to walk through this world alone."

"Mother-in-law, thank you. You'd better tell me what's wrong with that house first. Are there many people going there?" I smiled.

"It seems you won't shed tears until you see the coffin."

Mrs. Ge got a little angry again, shook her head, and opened the door.

"You come in and drink a glass of water. After drinking it, you still want to die. That's your business. I won't care about you anymore. You were not born by me."

"Thank you, mother-in-law!"

I followed Mrs. Ge into the house.

The house was small and old, with only a white candle lit. It was clean and tidy, but there was a strange smell in the air.

It's not a smell, but the smell of burning chemicals. It's a bit familiar, but I can't remember where I've smelled it before.

There is a family portrait hanging on the wall.

A girl is nestled between a man and a woman.

The photo is black and white, the photo paper is yellowed, and the face is blurry.

Under the dim candlelight, the family portrait didn't feel warm at all, but rather looked like a posthumous photo.

I sit down.

Mrs. Ge picked up the thermos bottle and poured me a glass of water.

"Mother-in-law, what was that house used to do?"

"In the past, those who could afford to live in that kind of house were all rich and powerful people." Mrs. Ge sat down and said slowly.

"Do you know what a person like this lacks most?"

I held the water glass and shook my head cooperatively: "I don't know."

"concubine."

Mrs. Ge twitched the corners of her wrinkled mouth and smiled disdainfully.

"At that time, many of the poor people sold their sons and daughters. Those who had a hard life were maids, while those who had a good life were aunts."

"That house was used by a rich man to keep his aunt."

"Off?" I noticed the word.

"Most rich people in this world are not good people! Even fewer can treat my concubines well. Especially in the past, concubines and maids were not treated as human beings at all."

"Play with it if you want, throw it away if you want. If it's dead, dig a hole in the yard and bury it directly. It's worse than a dog."

"Mother-in-law, are you saying that many people died in that old mansion?"

"I don't know how many died. Anyway, when I was a child, I saw with my own eyes from the window that someone was hanging inside, and I also heard with my own ears that someone was crying."

There was no emotion in Mrs. Ge's tone. After all, it was an irrelevant matter.

"Has anyone else seen it?"

Mrs. Ge shook her head.

"In other words, only you can see these scenes? Then, can you see what the old mansion looks like now? I asked others today and they can only see ruins."

"Seeing these is not a good thing, it means that a person's energy is about to run out." Mrs. Ge said lightly.

I was stunned for a moment, squinted my eyes, and looked at the energy on Mrs. Ge's body with my heavenly eyes.

Black and gray intertwined.

It's really not a good look.

She was old and lived in a place like this, so it was normal for her to be in bad health and have bad luck.

Aging is inevitable.

One day more, one day less.

At this time, we need the company of our children even more.

pity

I sighed in my heart and asked again: "Mother-in-law, do you know who is the owner of my old mansion now?"

"I don't know. The rich man may have done too many bad things and had no children. No one inherited his house. He himself died early and died in that house."

"Mother-in-law, why are you the only one around here who knows this?"

"My mother was a maid in that mansion. If the rich man hadn't died early, she might never have been able to get out."

After saying this, Mrs. Ge seemed a little tired.

"I've said all I can say, you go, it's your own business whether you go or not."

"Thank you, mother-in-law."

I put down the glass of water I hadn't drank from and stood up.

"Help me close the door." Mrs. Ge stood up tremblingly, holding a white candle.

The wind came in through the cracks in the window, the candlelight swayed left and right, and the dim light shone into the small kitchen.

There was no gas stove, there was a small coal stove in the corner, and the walls were blackened by smoke.

That smell of burning chemicals comes from this.

This kind of stove, which has been eliminated by the city for a long time, makes Mrs. Ge's life more and more difficult.

But she didn't seem to complain about the difficulty of life, but her eyes were always a little hollow, as if an important piece was missing in her heart.

I sighed and exited the house.

But when I closed the door, my eyes touched the white candle again, and my heart suddenly skipped a beat.

The white wax seems to be very similar to a candle that can summon spirits.

Mrs. Ge went to the bedroom with a candle and was out of my sight. I could not make further confirmation.

But think about it, even if it is a candle that summons souls, so what?

After more than thirty years, Mrs. Ge's daughter may no longer be alive, so it is understandable that she would like to see her daughter again in this way.

Close the door and go downstairs.

I turned on the flashlight and looked around to make sure there were no wild dogs or anything like that, and then continued walking forward.

But before I took two steps, I felt a pair of eyes staring at me in the darkness next to me.

Isn't that wild dog still giving up?

A dog was no threat to me, so I ignored it and kept walking.

But rustling sounds sounded in the darkness.

That guy actually followed me.

I stopped and shined my flashlight.

A bloated shadow flashed past.

Although I couldn't see clearly, I was sure it was not a dog, but a person.

"who?"

I gave chase.

There seemed to be something wrong with the man's legs and feet, and he couldn't run fast.

I caught up with him in a few steps and grabbed his clothes.

"Why are you following me?"

"Help! Help!"

This man smelled very bad, his clothes were in tatters, and he was also very dirty. His hair was long and messy, and he hadn't had a haircut in I don't know how many years.

Clearly a tramp.

"Woof woof woof!"

The scrawny wild dog jumped out again and yelled at me.

It seems to have been raised by homeless people.

"Hey, don't beat him up, I didn't do anything." I frowned and let go of the homeless man's clothes.

"Help! Help!" The homeless man seemed to have a mental problem. He made a shushing gesture to the wild dog and backed away while muttering.

The wild dog stopped talking, but still stared at me eagerly.