Is it an illusion to always be loved by NPCs? [Quick Transmigration]

"Hiss... If you don't have a big budget, and you want to find a bigger house, it's a bit difficult."

The person who spoke was a middle-aged man in a loose suit, with a knotted tie thrown on the messy tabletop, slippers under his feet, the ceiling fan above his head was whistling, and a thick layer of dust had accumulated on the air conditioner. layer of ash.

Sweat dripped from the middle-aged man's forehead as he flipped through the listings under his hands.

Suddenly, his hand stopped, and his expression was first happy and then a little hesitant.

"Mr. Jiang... I do have a house that meets your requirements, and it is quite close to the city center. If you take the bus, you only need to transfer two shifts, that's..."

The young man in front of him raised his eyes to look at himself, and the man felt a lump in his throat for some reason.

"It's just... someone died before, and it's really not a big deal. Which family doesn't kill someone, it's normal, but usually everyone is a bit taboo, so this house has been put on hold and has not been rented out. This house is a couple of elderly people. Yes, the elderly don’t live in that area, and the house is left open, so they rent it out casually, and the rent is very cheap, just over a thousand a month.”

As the middle-aged man spoke, he took out a few photos from his phone and handed them to the young man.

"Look, the three-storey villa is located in Huayi Fuyuan. The house is well-lit and well-furnished. You can move in with your bags and pay for water and electricity yourself. It's very convenient. Why don't you think about it."

The middle-aged man looked at the expression of the young man in front of him and asked tentatively.

The young man looked at it for a while, then nodded, "Okay, can I sign the contract now?"

The middle-aged man was stunned for a moment, but he hadn't realized it yet. He never thought that things would go so smoothly, "Ah, ah...ah, yes, yes, I can sign, and I can sign right away."

As he said that, he rummaged through the boxes and boxes and found a copy of the real estate certificate and the house leasing agency contract.

The middle-aged man handed the contract to the young man, feeling a bit lacking in confidence, "...don't you need to go and see it first?"

The young man took out a gel pen from the pen holder on the side, "If what you are telling is the truth, and the house is the same as in the photo, then there is no need to look at it."

The middle-aged man sneered, "Hey, I'm also a good-natured young man like you. To be honest, the house is really nice. There's nothing to hide. There's really nothing else going on in that house except that someone died."

The young man calmly signed his name on the contract.

The middle-aged man glanced up, seeing that the name was signed, he swallowed unconsciously, and Erlang's legs trembled a little.

"If possible, can I live in first this afternoon."

Hearing the young man's question, the middle-aged man hurriedly nodded in response, "It's all right, I can live here, I'll give you the address and the key, let's talk about the rest on WeChat, see if it's okay."

The young man nodded, and then asked again, "Please tell me where the bathroom is."

The middle-aged man pointed out the door, "Ah, when you go out of the bathroom, turn left, and it will be at the end."

The young man complied and left the house.

After a while, seeing the person leave, the little assistant on the side wrinkled his face, leaned over, lowered his voice, and spoke in a panicked tone, "Brother Sun, it's not good to rent out this house..."

The middle-aged man raised his voice in a disguised way, and coughed twice, "What are you talking about, I just nodded and asked for it. I have already said that people died in this house. Is that clear enough? What else do I need to say?" , I can’t ruin my job by myself, so I can’t do business.”

The little assistant paused, his face turned pale, "Brother Sun... maybe people thought that only one died, but there were tenants who died in this house before."

The middle-aged man's face also turned pale, and Erlang's legs trembled like epilepsy.

"If one dies, it's a dead person, but if two people die, it's not a dead person. What's the difference? When the time comes, don't say what's there. They've signed all the contracts."

The little assistant agreed with a bitter face.

The main reason is that this house is a one-pay-three model. If you want to check out before you stay for a full day, the deposit cannot be refunded, and their intermediary will be sure of this and always let people rent this house.

Moreover, none of the people who lived in this house could live for more than a week, and all of them came to ask for an explanation and check out within a few days.

The little assistant sighed inwardly. The young man who came to rent the house just now was handsome and tall, but his left eye was a little gray, but there were many strange diseases these days, and a small eye disease was nothing.

He only sighed in his heart, that young man must be like all the previous tenants.

And Jiang Mi, who had already arrived in the bathroom, naturally didn't know what they were thinking. He had already arrived in the bathroom at this time, and he was going to wash his hands right away.

The agency is on the third floor of an office building. Apart from the agency, there are other shops and offices, and there is a public bathroom on the first floor.

Jiang Mi walked to the sink, and there was a dirty and blurred mirror in front of him. He turned on the faucet, and the sound of rushing water resounded through the empty men's toilet.

Then, from the mirror, Jiang Mi saw strands of black air coming out of the closed door of a toilet behind him.

It's not so much black air, it's better to say... ghost air.

Jiang Mi lowered his head and calmly washed his hands, then took out a pack of toilet paper from his pocket to dry his wet hands.

After the toilet paper was wiped, it was thrown into the trash can beside him. Jiang Mi turned around and stood in front of the ghostly toilet door.

He stretched out his hand and opened the toilet door, accompanied by a creak.

A pair of eyes in the door stared blankly at Jiang Mi.

It was a young, graceful woman in a dirty veil, except that she had no head.

It can't be said that she has no head, but her head is not on the head and neck, but is held in her arms.

The woman was sitting on the toilet seat with her head on her knees. Her long hair had already been dragged to the ground. The hair was caked with mud. The broken part of her head was still dripping blood on the ground. It almost reached the bottom of Jiang Mi's feet.

The head and eyes in the woman's arms can still move, and her big bloodshot eyes with blurred eyeliner are looking straight at Jiang Mi, still showing a bit... confused.

After all, not all ghosts clearly know how they died, and they may not know what they are. This kind of situation is quite common, and Jiang Mi can understand it.

He took out a new pack of toilet paper, tore open the wrapper, and handed it to the headless woman.

The woman stretched out her hand stiffly to take it. When picking up the paper, Jiang Mi found that the seams of the woman's nails were cracked, and there were still mud and blood embedded in them, as if the nails had been clawed to the ground before being dragged away forcefully.

Should have died a miserable death.

Jiang Mi pointed to her face, and motioned for the woman to wipe off the dirt on her face with paper.

The woman seemed to always love to be clean, so she subconsciously wiped her hair in her arms with a piece of paper.

Jiang Mi covered the toilet door again, and picked up the warning sign that said "under maintenance" and leaned against the woman's toilet door.

After waiting, Jiang Mi turned and left the bathroom.

Back to the house of the original real estate agency.

The grandson was shaking his hands and drinking the ginseng tea in the thermos. Seeing Jiang Mi came back, he couldn't even cover the cup tightly, so he stood up reluctantly trembling.

"Haha, you're back."

Brother Sun laughed dryly.

Jiang Mi nodded, and calmly completed all the following procedures.

After it was over, Brother Sun had a lump in his throat and wiped the sweat off his brow, "You have already paid the deposit for this house. If you leave before you have lived there for a full day, the deposit will not be refunded."

Jiang Mi picked up his satchel from the bench and carried it on his back, "It's okay, I probably won't check out early."

Brother Sun swallowed his saliva, almost all the tenants who rented this house said this before they rented it, but it’s a pity that they came back within a few days, crying, making trouble, and hanged themselves to check out, saying that they would not live .

The only one who lived there for a period of time was a young couple. The man was a migrant worker.

The young couple didn't have much money, so Brother Sun recommended this house as usual.

However, the young couple lived for half a month, and suddenly one day, while his wife was out shopping, the man hanged himself with a hemp rope at home, and hung it in front of the bedroom door.

Naturally, the police went there, but they found nothing suspicious, and there was no sign of struggle or struggle in the house. It was finally determined that it was a suicide accident.

When checking out, it was the man's wife who came over. The scars on his wife's face hadn't disappeared, but she seemed much more relaxed than before, and the sad expression on her face disappeared.

The family of the former head of that house died in it. Now after another person died strangely, the reputation of that house in that area is getting worse and worse. The house was never cared for at all.

Except for uninformed outsiders.

And Jiang Mi is this unknowing outsider.

It was eleven or twelve noon when Jiang Mi left the real estate agency.

So he sat down at a random noodle restaurant and ordered a bowl of shredded pork noodles with green peppers.

The proprietress who made the noodles looked at Jiang Mi a few more times, mainly because Jiang Mi's gray-black eyes on the left looked a little strange.

Jiang Mi sat on the stool and took out his mobile phone from his satchel.

Press the screen to turn on, and a bunch of WeChat group messages pop up on it.

All the group messages come from the group chat named "Materialism Supreme".

Someone is still in the group Aite Jiang Mi.

Xiangxi mummy: @江米江哥, have you arrived yet? Have you found a house? Didn’t you say that I’ll accompany you there in two days?

Someone below immediately scolded him.

Big disciple: What are you doing, you trash, making trouble for Brother Jiang? What else can you do when you encounter unclean things other than yelling.

Xiangxi Mummy: You Fart.jpg

The following news is just some meaningless mutual confrontation.

Jiang Mi quit the group chat page, and then found that someone was chatting with him privately.

The person who chatted with him privately was a WeChat friend with the note "Second Senior Master", with a shiny bald head on his profile picture.

Second Uncle: Xiao Jiang, call me when you are free.

Jiang Mi took a look and dialed a voice call.

It will be connected in a while.

"Master." Jiang Mi called out first.

"Xiao Jiang, have you eaten yet?"

Jiang Mi glanced at the noodle shop kitchen, "I haven't eaten yet, uncle."

"Xiao Jiang, do you have enough money to spend? You don't want to donate all the money your master left to the incense burner, do you?"

At this time, the proprietress brought out a bowl of steaming green pepper shredded pork noodles from the kitchen and put it in front of Jiang Mi.

After Jiang Mi nodded, he pulled out a pair of disposable chopsticks from the side.

"Uncle, before my master passed away, he said that all his money would be donated as incense money."

The second uncle on the opposite side clicked his tongue again and again, "Xiao Jiang, your master is a fool, are you a fool too, he has no way to talk, he can say anything, you can do whatever you want, but you have to do whatever you want Keep some."

"It's okay, uncle, I have saved tens of thousands of dollars in my hands in the past few years."

"How can tens of thousands be enough? You are going to a big city, and you should consider it a small place like ours. Master should send you some money. Is one hundred thousand enough?"

Jiang Mi picked up the chili oil pot on the side and poured some into his noodle bowl.

"There's no need for uncle, it's time for my wife to beat you again when she finds out."

"Your mistress is petty, forget it, who doesn't know that you are the most hopeful in our industry now, after all, you are a natural child... okay, your mistress told me to go to dinner, we will talk later .”

Jiang Mi responded, "Okay."

After speaking, the call ends.

Jiang Mi put the mobile phone upside down on the table, thought for a while, and was born with... expected.

It can also be said that, after all, Jiang Mi was born in this mission world - yin and yang eyes.

All yin and yang eyes are psychic bodies, and Jiang Mi is no exception.

After eating noodles, Jiang Mi took a taxi to Huayi Fuyuan according to the address given by the agent, and found the house he was renting.

When he stood still in front of the house, a strong ghostly aura swished out from the door.

Sure enough, just as Jiang Mi thought, after the previous real estate agent said that someone died in this house, he understood what might be here.

Like... ghosts.

It might still look like a ghost.

Facing the horrified gazes of passers-by, Jiang Mi took out the key and opened the door, with a coldness engraved in his bones.

But fortunately, the house is as the agent said, fully furnished, clean, and exquisitely decorated.

Jiang Mi covered the door behind him with his backhand, raised his eyes, and looked over with his gray-black left eye.

Very good, let's live first.