the last gentleman

Chapter 737

"What did you call me?"

Grip was stunned for a moment, after all, no one had called him that for a long time.Hearing such a title, he felt somewhat nostalgic, and he also had a lot of things to clarify.

"I didn't say anything. Mr. 71 must have heard wrong, right? It's raining outside, so let's go in and talk."

Creaking~ The rusty door shaft rubbed against each other.

Soaked umbrellas are stored in the vertical bucket at the door,
Somewhat strangely, the interior of this villa feels rather depressing, far from being as big as it looks from the outside.
It is more like a Japanese-style villa, without an open hall, and the entrance is only a straight entrance and stairs leading to the second floor.

At this time,

A white-haired woman wearing a face mask came out of the room at the end of the entrance, wearing only a turtleneck sweater, the bottom of the sweater covered half of her thighs, making her look slender and fair.

"This is my wife, Jessica.

Because she suffers from an infectious disease, she needs to wear a mask at all times. I hope Mr. Detective doesn't mind.I'd pay five times that or more if you could help find the 'source of snooping' in the house and get rid of it. "

"Row."

Grip looked the masked, silver-haired lady up and down, making sure he had never seen one before.For some reason, after looking at the other party for a long time, I always feel a little toothache.

Led by the white-haired woman, they went to the living room for dinner.

However, when Grip took off his shoes and walked onto the wooden floor of the entrance, the 'sense of spying' suddenly struck him, and he suddenly looked at the stairs leading to the second floor,
Didn't see any ghosts, but saw a spoon at the end of the stairs,
Even though it was a very ordinary spoon, Greep felt as if his eyes were going to be gouged out.When Grip took a closer look, the smooth surface of the spoon reflected light, which seemed to reflect a woman with black hair covering her face on the second floor above the stairs.

In another blink of an eye, the spoon had disappeared.

A sense of uneasiness permeated his body, but... the appearance of William in front of him made Greep pay more attention, and he was more guessing the purpose of William's appearance.

However, since William did not express his opinion, he continued to maintain his own detective identity.

The living room and the dining room are next to each other, and the dining table is full of rich food.

Grip looked around with a carefree look, and chose to sit down after confirming that there was nothing wrong with it, and at a glance, he found a hair stuck in the sandwich in front of him.

But the hair is black,
Neither the owner of the house played by William nor his wife have this hair color. For safety reasons, Grip did not eat for the time being, but chatted with them first.

"By the way, are you the only two living here?"

"That's right, Ma'am, she is not in good health, so we don't have any children. We have lived here for decades, but since three months ago, we have encountered strange things frequently.

I used to work as a technical consultant at a steel mill and was away most of the time, and it was my wife who first noticed the problem.

When she was taking a shower, she always felt that there was someone standing behind the shower curtain.

At first, I thought it was just that she had been reporting some bad news recently, and she was somewhat nervous staying at home alone, so I asked for leave and came back to spend time with her.

But when I stayed at home, I also felt this abnormality.

I also get the feeling that someone is behind the shower curtain when I shower, and that prying feeling has increased over time.

Under the bed, in the closet, behind the sofa or on the window.

Until one day something really happened. "

The owner of the house played by 'William' also took the 'Madame' to his seat when he said this, and began to tell strange things while drinking fresh milk soaked in cornflakes.

"Two weeks ago, I had trouble sleeping because of the long-term voyeurism.

One morning after waking up at six o'clock, I couldn't fall asleep anymore. I wanted to go for a morning run to relax, and I happened to pass by a 24-hour fast food restaurant, so I sat in it to rest and eat something.

When the time came to eight o'clock, I suddenly remembered that my wife would be a little scared when she was alone at home, so I called her. "

When he said this, William was like a caring husband tightly holding the back of his wife's hand.

"As a result, there was a trembling sound from the other end of the phone. Madam said that I was sleeping next to him, sleeping on my side, unable to see my face...

Hearing this, I immediately rushed back as fast as possible.

But when I got home, my wife had already fainted from fright.After she woke up, her spirit continued to be unstable, so I quit my job and stayed with her at home. "

"Why don't you move?"

“It’s our third home here, and even when we’re in the hospital ward, the voyeurism doesn’t go away. The thing that’s watching us isn’t lodged in a house, it’s watching us both.

We've tried many things, to no avail.

A few days ago, I accidentally saw your information from the corner of an ordinary newspaper, so I came to you with the idea of ​​giving it a try.It is a pity that you did not respond when we visited and the gate was not locked.

I put the letter on the table without authorization, locked the door for you and left. "

After finishing speaking, William also took a bite of the sandwich, and there seemed to be a black hair in it.

Greep saw it but didn't say it directly, "Okay, I know the general situation. I will do a whole-house inspection of your house today, and if nothing is found, then consider other methods."

When Grip was about to get up to check,

Snapped!His arm was suddenly pressed down by William on the opposite side of the table, with such force that the pressed arm ached.

William cracked a creepy smile, "Mr. 71 doesn't like the food my wife prepared? You don't seem to have even eaten a bite."

"I don't like breakfast very much. Having a bottle of whiskey on an empty stomach can make my brain more relaxed and can effectively improve my detection. If possible, how about I pack these things back for supper later?"

After finishing speaking, Grip put the whiskey given to him by the taxi driver on the table, and William slowly let go.

"So that's the case. It seems that I don't know you very well... Drinking alcohol on an empty stomach is not good for the stomach, and it will greatly increase the probability of stomach cancer. Not to mention ordinary stomach diseases, it will make your body smell bad. "

Greep spread his hands, "It's enough to live enough in such a city. There is no need to live too long. Once I am sure that I am cancer, I will immediately find a tall building to experience the feeling of falling from the building while drunk. , to see if I can fall directly into the hell of the fermented wine."

"Mr. 71 is really interesting. No wonder he was given such [eyes] by God. I will trouble you for the rest of the time. There are no restrictions on all areas of the house. Search as you like, and call us if you have any questions."

"Then I'll go to the second floor to have a look."

Greep left the dining room and stopped slightly at the entrance.

The "third eye" between his brows opened suddenly, looking through the wall to observe William and his wife who were dining.
William didn't use cutlery, but ate with his fingers.

The lady sat aside, cutting food with a knife and fork, stuffing it into her mouth from the lower end of the mask, chewing slowly,
This kind of contrasting scene looks a little weird,

But considering that William's corresponding owner gave up his high-paying job to stay with his wife at home and has been under the mental pressure of prying eyes, it is understandable.

"I don't know what this guy William is doing, but he continues to act after calling my name. Is he trying to convey something to me through acting?"Or is it trying to test me on purpose.

I'm getting more and more scheming..."

While Grip was thinking, he had already stepped on the stairs to the second floor, but before he could go all the way up,

giggle~
There were bursts of low hoarseness, and the sound of bubbles coming from the depths of the throat came from the upper end, and it seemed that someone in front was about to climb out from the corner of the stairs.

(End of this chapter)