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It's one thing to be the boss, it's another to make a small buck.He, Lin Jingmo, was used to being self-reliant, seeing such "good things" immediately filled his mind with money and money.

Luo Chuan didn't stop him, but eating instant noodles in the car smelled a bit strong, so they could only help open the windows to ventilate.

The man didn't find it too expensive or awkward for strangers to talk to him, so he nodded and smiled, "That's really troublesome for you." After that, he opened the door and got into the back seat without hesitation.

"I'm really sorry, my girlfriend is like this all the time. Every time she gets angry, she just goes away." The man sat stiffly, with his hands clenched into fists on his lap.

He is not short, about 1.8 meters tall, but he looks very thin, as if he has not gained much flesh.His complexion was not very healthy, and he seemed to be suffering from some serious illness at a closer look.

"Do you want to turn up the air conditioner?" The air conditioner in Lin Jingmo's car was fully turned on, and he was really afraid that the cold wind would blow the man apart.

The man responded, "That's fine, it's really cold."

Lin Jingmo turned up the air conditioner by two settings. Although he found it strange, he didn't ask much.In this hot weather, he wished he could jump in the ice pool and swim around twice before coming back. The man still felt cold when he came in from the outside.

Just as he was about to touch the gear, Luo Chuan, the co-pilot, said, "Aren't your legs weak?"

Lin Jingmo didn't shy away from it, and said with a smile, "If I have money, I'm full of energy."

When the car left the parking space and turned a corner, the simple table board dropped by the man burned into a burst of ash and was blown away.

After exiting the service area, the car seemed a little quiet. Lin Jingmo didn't like the atmosphere very much, so he turned on the radio to play some music.But for some reason, the radio kept making a buzzing sound, as if the signal was not good.

He simply turned off the radio and said to the man in the back seat: "Where do you live? I'll send it to the door for you."

The man coughed and said, "Green Field Apartment."

Lin Jingmo immediately became interested when he heard the name. He said, "Green Field Apartment? Is it the neighborhood surrounded by commercial streets?"

The man nodded and said, "Yes, that's right there."

There was no light on the highway at night, so Lin Jingmo turned on the high beams.

"The house prices there are not cheap. I just told the salesman that I want to buy a house there. By the way, there is a house on the top of the building that is sold very cheaply in that community. Do you know what's going on?"

The man was stunned, and asked solemnly: "Could you be talking about the household on the top floor of the Seventeenth Building?"

"Yes, that's the household, what's the problem?"

The man exclaimed: "There was a fire in that house a few years ago, and the hostess died. I suggest you don't buy it well, it's unlucky."

Lin Jingmo was overjoyed, if it had been the past, he would have been persuaded to leave.But today is not the same as in the past, there are no ghosts in the world that can scare him.

The only thing that needs to be considered is whether the performance of the house that has suffered a fire is good. After all, the burned walls and steel bars are somewhat different from normal houses.If the later maintenance is not perfect, then he will not buy this house no matter how cheap it is.

"No wonder the sale is so cheap. When I go to see the house tomorrow, I will have to negotiate a price with the salesperson. I guess it can be at a low point."

After hearing this, the man wondered: "Aren't you afraid that someone died in the house? It's unlucky. Many people who come to see the house know about it and are unwilling to buy it, otherwise the price won't drop again and again."

Lin Jingmo was about to say something, but Luo Chuan interrupted: "How did the people who inspected the house know that someone died in the house?"

"That's right, real estate agents shouldn't want to publicize such things as death." Lin Jingmo glanced at the man in the rearview mirror and asked, "Are all the agents in your community so sincere?"

The man's back was stiff, and he kept staring at Luo Chuan, who was facing away from him, before he said after a long time: "When the fire broke out, the whole community knew about it. Although we didn't publicize it to the outside world, we must know about it when we live there. Come on Anyone who buys a house will know why by simply asking, after all, it will be strange if the price difference is so large.”

"It is."

Lin Jingmo didn't turn on the navigation, and at this moment, he glanced at the road sign on the expressway and suddenly asked, "Did I drive this road sign just now?"

His first reaction was that he had run into a ghost hitting the wall. Since Luo Chuan disappeared, he hadn't encountered such unimaginable things for six years.

Although street signs do not need to be memorized too deeply, they are still impressive to drivers.

Luo Chuan tapped the air conditioner three times with his fingers, and the straight high speed in the darkness suddenly turned into a curve as if the image disappeared.Lin Jingmo hurriedly turned the steering wheel. If he rushed out the same way, he would probably become a ghost.

"I'm going, it really is!" Lin Jingmo waved his hands and said to the man in the back seat, "It's okay, it's just a ghost hitting the wall, it's a trivial matter."

The man's Adam's apple slipped, and he was so nervous that his voice began to stammer, "What, what hit the wall?"

There is nothing to be afraid of Lin Jingmo's boldness now, and he didn't consider whether other people were afraid or not when he said these words.But in the end it was a guest, he hurriedly reassured: "It's nothing, it's just an illusion."

However, the man didn't think so, and he wasn't a blind or deceitful child either. He huddled in a corner and asked in a trembling voice, "You...you must be human, right?"

"Nonsense, why would I earn money from you if I'm not a human being?" The sky outside the car started to rain lightly, and Lin Jingmo turned on the wiper and asked Luo Chuan in a low voice: "What happened?"

Luo Chuan looked ahead and didn't answer him, instead he asked the man in the back seat, "How did the fire on the top floor happen?"

The man said: "It seems that to burn paper money for the dead, accidentally burned the fire caused by the curtain."

Lin Jingmo wondered: "Doesn't the houses in this high-end community have fire-extinguishing sensors? Otherwise, they can open the door and escape. How did the hostess burn to death?"

The man thought for a while, and said, "It seems that he committed suicide for love by using the excuse of burning paper."

The more Lin Jingmo listened, the more bizarre he became, and he always felt that there were many things that the man could not explain in his description.But this kind of thing is not the person involved, and it really can't be described too clearly. After some questions and answers, he didn't continue to chat.

When the car got off the highway, it was a brightly lit city. Lin Jingmo couldn't help but ask Luo Chuan when he passed by a street food stall, "Do you want to buy something to eat back? I've already finished digesting the instant noodles just now."

Luo Chuan rolled down the window and glanced, "Alright."

There are quite a lot of people in front of the supper stall, and the owner is cooking skewers and fried noodles on the iron plate.Lin Jingmo didn't bother to get out of the car, leaning his hand on the window and shouted at the stall owner who looked up at him: "Boss, two servings of rice noodles and two servings of grilled squid."

Then he asked the man in the back seat, "Would you like some too?"

The man said politely, "I can order it myself." He rolled down the window and said, "Boss, a fried noodle."

It's just that the words were spoken, but the boss didn't respond like he did to Lin Jingmo.I thought I was too lazy to answer after hearing it, but I didn't want to have only two copies when I finished it and sent it over.

Lin Jingmo took the supper and asked, "Boss, just now my customer also ordered fried noodles, why did you make two?"

The boss smelled of oily smoke all over his body. After wiping the hot sweat off his face, he wondered, "Guest? Which guest?"

Lin Jingmo pointed to the man in the back seat.The boss glanced at the back of the car, and suddenly said with a smile: "Don't play tricks on me on a hot day."

After speaking, the boss turned around and went back to the booth to continue working.

But these words made Lin Jingmo anxious, he closed the car window and said, "You have to pay even if you're not a human!"

The man was taken aback by what he said, and said nervously, "Who are you talking about? It can't be me, right?" He waved his hands quickly and said, "Don't talk nonsense, I'm most afraid of these things."

Lin Jingmo was not in a hurry to drive, he stretched out his hand and said, "Then you pay the money first, and let me see if you are serious."

The man tremblingly took out the wallet from his trouser pocket. He didn't find it strange after opening it. He counted five red ones and handed them over.

Lin Jingmo didn't answer either, and raised his eyebrows and said, "It really is true."

The five red ones were paper money burned for the dead. He drove them away: "Get out of the car, my car does not carry the dead."

"Impossible, how could I be..."

The man was driven out of the car in a hurry without looking at the road. When he reached the middle of the road, he was suddenly passed by a car speeding past him.

He was so frightened that his face paled and he sat down on the ground. When he left, he didn't forget to glance at Luo Chuan in the car, and then ran away as if fleeing.

Lin Jingmo bumped Luo Chuan with his elbow, and asked, "Did you know it from the beginning?"

"Ah."

"Then you didn't tell me in advance?" Lin Jingmo took a bite of the grilled squid and said vaguely, "It's been a journey for nothing."

Luo Chuan reached out to pick up a few pieces of paper money that fell between the two seats, sparks devoured them, and instantly burned them to ashes in the palm of his hand.

He said: "Only by letting him get in the car can the house price be cheaper tomorrow."

Lin Jingmo didn't understand, but when he dealt with house sales the next day, he understood what Luo Chuan meant.

On the 17rd floor of Building 23 in Lvye Community, not many people know that this special house had a fire.At least he couldn't tell when he asked the doorman of the community when he was waiting for the salesman, and even the people on the same floor didn't know that someone had died here.

It turned out that when this community was first built, there were not many people who bought it because the housing price was too high. It was not until the first half of last year that a few residents came here, and even now there are still many vacant houses.

The real estate sales team took them upstairs to visit. From the 18th floor up, they were not sold, and some corridors were still covered with wooden boards to prevent collisions between decorations.

It does look like a new neighborhood.

The house on the top floor has a roof, and the upper and lower floors add up to about [-] square meters.The walls are in such good repair that it would have been hard to tell that there had been a fire if it hadn't been known in advance.

The salesman walked up to the floor-to-ceiling windows with a tablet in his hand and introduced: "This house is very well lit, facing the sun and along the river. You can see the panoramic view of the city from here, and it is surrounded by commercial streets and close to the city center. It is open 24 hours a day. The hour is the busiest area.”

Lin Jingmo looked around and didn't see any hardware problems, so he said to Luo Chuan: "Brother Luo, what do you think? If it's good, I'll buy it."

When the salesman heard that he was going to buy, he immediately became excited, and the words of praise were changed in different ways.

But when Lin Jingmo was about to bargain, Luo Chuan suddenly pointed to the dark yellow wall of the bedroom on the second floor and said, "There is a corpse in that wall."