Meiman's Little Treasure Master

Chapter 252
Earth, Block 67, New York, USA,
The location of this city is exactly opposite to Hell's Kitchen. The buildings here are relatively old, the economy is not too prosperous, and most of them are inhabited by old people.

Mostly because of the poor relationship, ordinary gangsters are unwilling to take over here, so it can be regarded as a relatively peaceful street in New York.

On this street, there is an apartment named Ghost Building. This is an old ten-storey apartment with relatively old equipment and facilities. There are more migrant workers who are not well-off but have dreams in their hearts. There are middle-aged There are also young people, and of course there are some unoccupied floors. Some haunted legends have been circulated here, but for Americans, these legends are just a joke after dinner. They never believe that there are ghosts in this world.

I even scoffed at the rumors that many people died here. There is no death in this city, and there are bloody rivers in some places. For the tried and tested Americans, as long as it is cheap enough, even if they live in It doesn't matter around the cemetery, they are not as superstitious as the people of the Celestial Dynasty.

But this world is not what you think it does not exist, then it must not exist. This apartment with a scary name does have some evil doors, there will always be some weird movements, and there is always a 13th floor top floor that is always free and refuses to rent out. , people who die unexpectedly from time to time, in short, there is never a shortage of stories here.

And people have long been accustomed to this place. Every time a room is vacated, someone will move in immediately. No one has ever cared about what happened here before and how many people died. As long as the rent is cheap enough, people will always pay for it. Some petty profits are reported to be lucky, which is the reason why tragedies never stop.

On this day, another tragedy happened in the haunted building. A couple on the 12th floor died tragically at home, as if they were frightened to death by something.This incident caused another commotion. The tenants clamored to know the truth, but the landlord didn't care. He was used to this kind of thing. , it won't be long before they calm down.

As for the dead man cares about him!As a landlord of a capitalist, he would not care about this kind of thing. Anyway, there are some people in New York who cannot afford a house, and if one dies, they will come back again.As long as the thirteenth floor is not opened for others to live in, there will be no large number of deaths, so his building can still be rented out with peace of mind.

Thinking of the thirteenth-floor, chubby landlord Huck, he broke into a cold sweat. He has lived here for almost 50 years, and this ghost building has been built for 20 years. During this period, it has been renovated several times. It used to be here It was not called a ghost building. At that time, it was still beautiful and peaceful, and the people were friendly and harmonious, and every resident was full of happiness.

However, good things are always short-lived. In ten years, a vicious murder case suddenly occurred here. Seven families and seventeen members of the entire thirteenth floor died overnight. The death conditions were different, but they were all very tragic. .Since then, this building has never been peaceful again. People die almost every month. The number of deaths varies, but they all have one thing in common, that is, they have been to the thirteenth floor.

The landlord has had a headache for a while, and even the business has plummeted because of this. The rent has dropped again and again, and now it can barely maintain a balance of payments.It was useless for him to invite mage priests and so on, as long as he went up, he would never be spared. Huck was so scared that he didn't dare to go to the thirteenth floor, and even asked someone to seal the entrance and put up a sign.

But it’s useless, only the American people are too indebted. If it sounds good, it’s an adventurous spirit. If it’s not good, it’s death. The more they are not allowed to go, the more they want to go. Yes, or for some unknown reason, I went up in a daze, and even sealing the entrance didn't work.

Every now and then, someone would die because of this, so the landlord has long been used to it. He just calls the police and picks up the bodies of the couple. He is already very proficient in this set of procedures, but these are all done by others.But Huck himself would never enter this haunted building, even if he was collecting rent, he would always stand outside the building, preferring not to enter if he could not receive it.So in many cases, if the tenants here want to renege on the rent, they can't stay in the building, and Huck has nothing to do with them.

So this time the death of the couple, Huck just watched from a distance, the police car carried the body away, and then, as if it was a routine, he crossed himself on his chest, chanting a few words of Amen with lingering fear on his face, even if he confessed the matter to the past up.

Huck casually took out a white handkerchief from the pocket of his suit jacket, wiped the cold sweat on his forehead, and with a rotten belly, he turned around and walked towards his own house, complaining while walking: "Damn guy If you die, you don’t stop, and you will make trouble for me. Why do you still go in even though the entrance has been sealed? It’s really a crime, and I have to spend another decoration fee and sealing fee. God! What else is better than this What is even more uncomfortable, I hope these people will go to meet Satan!"

Huck cursed and walked back to his home. His home was a two-story villa, not too far from the haunted building, only a few hundred meters away. In a few minutes, he had already seen the iron gate of his home.

Seeing his own home, Huck couldn't help but feel refreshed, and his fear calmed down. It's better to have his own home, at least there are no dirty things. He hasn't slept well these days, and he is a little dazed. This time, he must sleep well for a day and a night.

"Wow!" Pushing open the door, Huck couldn't wait to walk inside, completely unaware that a figure in a suit and leather shoes appeared in the dark corner of the street.As soon as the figure appeared, he followed behind Huck silently. Maybe he moved too fast, and he didn't notice that there was another person behind him at all.

"Ah~! Damn, who are you? How did you get in?" Until Huck walked into the house and was about to turn around and close the door, he suddenly found that there was an extra person behind him. He was so frightened that he couldn't help screaming. Already tortured by the evil spirits, Huck was naturally taken aback by the sudden presence of another person behind him.But when he found out that the person who came was just an ordinary person, he couldn't help being furious and asked loudly.

"If I scare you, then I apologize, I didn't expect you to be so timid." This person looks extremely kind, with small eyes squinting and a natural smile, wearing a neat suit, looks like a successful person.

Perhaps it was this attire that made Huck classify him into the elite stage, and his bad attitude restrained a lot, but his tone was still bad, and he asked vigilantly: "Who the hell are you and how did you come here, I warn you Don't get me wrong, I'm just a poor man with nothing but a bad life, and the cops here are my friends."

"I think you misunderstood. I didn't mean any harm, I just wanted to ask you to understand something." The visitor's tone slowed down and said with a smile.

"Damn it, I don't know anything, don't come looking for me, I'm going to sleep." When Huck heard that he was here to investigate, his expression became more vigilant, and he refused without hesitation, closing the door while talking.

But the visitor suddenly stepped forward and put his foot against the door, making it impossible for him to close the door: "I don't think this is up to you, you must cooperate with my work."

"Why? You government officials will trouble us ordinary people, waste the time and money of our taxpayers, and even threaten me." Huck was talking, as if thinking of something, he turned around and asked: "Besides, why should I trust you? What if you are a liar?"

The visitor smiled slightly when he heard the words, reached out and took out a certificate from his pocket, waved it in front of his eyes, and then said: "I am an investigator from the special incident investigation department, my name is Coulson, you just need to answer my A few questions will do, you have nothing to lose."

(End of this chapter)