Chapter 126
Chapter 126
We had known how Du Yuwei died for a long time.
She had taken a liking to a boy who already had a girlfriend, so she paid a group of girls to bully the girlfriend. On that very day, she died in an accident-she was struck and killed by a car.
Later, we learned that the accident wasn’t an accident at all; Du Ruhai had hired someone to hit her.
The person this woman was describing was, without a doubt, Du Yuwei.
Therefore, her deceased son was that boy.
The boy must have been scared to death after seeing Du Yuwei’s Ghost.
But why did Du Yuwei suddenly start harming people…
“That’s how it happened. My husband and I also suspect that our son was haunted by that woman’s Ghost, but we don’t have any evidence.”
The woman sobbed as she spoke. “The police don’t believe a word we say. My son was a perfectly healthy person, and now he’s just… gone.”
Meng Yifan hurried to comfort her. “Ma’am, please accept my condolences. We can list this house for you at our agency, but I have to warn you… your son was definitely killed by a Ghost. Furthermore, it’s quite likely that strange things will happen in that house. If we sell it like this and something happens to the buyer, it’ll easily lead to legal disputes.”
A look of surprise suddenly crossed the woman’s face as she stared at Meng Yifan. “How did you know strange things were happening?”
Meng Yifan and I exchanged a look. It seemed her son’s Ghost really was lingering.
“Has something already happened?”
“Yes…”
The woman’s expression grew frantic. “My son loved playing computer games when he was alive. Ever since he passed away… every night, I hear sounds coming from his room.”
“What kind of sounds?” I asked.
“The sound of a keyboard tapping,” she said. “Sometimes, the light from a computer screen even shines out from the room.”
I asked again, “Have you opened the door to look?”
The woman shook her head. “I… I didn’t dare. I’ve always been a bit of a coward. But once, I stood at the door and called out.”
“What did you call?” Meng Yifan asked.
“Xiao Tao…” the woman said. “My son’s name was He Tao.”
“Did a voice come from inside the room?” I asked.
“Yes…”
Her breathing became rapid. “It was my son’s voice. He said… he’d be going to sleep soon.”
Even in the middle of the day, Meng Yifan and I felt a chill run down our spines.
Both of us had seen ghosts before; we had even been to a cemetery in the dead of night. But humans instinctively feel a sense of dread toward their deceased ‘kind.’ Especially when a dead person’s voice can still be heard coming from their room-no matter how you thought about it, the situation was eerie.
“Ma’am, you know better than we do what’s happening in your home. Do you really think a house like that can be sold?” Meng Yifan spoke to the woman honestly.
The woman grew anxious. “I didn’t mean to hide it from you. My husband has cancer. If he doesn’t have the money for treatment, he’ll die. My son is already gone; I don’t want to lose my husband too. If I weren’t desperate for the money, why would I sell a house worth over a million for only three hundred thousand?”
Meng Yifan nodded. “I understand. What I mean is, before the house is sold, the problem must be cleared up. Otherwise, even if it sells, it will lead to unnecessary trouble.”
The woman looked conflicted. “My husband and I are just ordinary people. We don’t know how to handle these things. We suspect Xiao Tao is still young and doesn’t want to leave us, which is why his Ghost is still lingering at home. And as parents, we don’t want to do anything that might harm our child.”
Meng Yifan said solemnly, “If you trust us, give us the keys to your house and we’ll handle it for you. Since he’s passed away, he naturally needs to move on to his next life. If you truly love your son, you can’t let him become a wandering ghost, can you?”
“We’ll help you take care of the house, then list it for sale and try our best to find a buyer.”
Hearing this, the woman was naturally beyond grateful. “Thank you so much. I trust you. If the house really sells, I’ll give you an extra five thousand on top of the commission.”
Meng Yifan waved his hand. “No need. If it sells, every cent of that three hundred thousand will be yours.”
The woman gave us the spare keys to the house. Since it was almost noon, she had to go to the hospital to bring lunch to her husband.
After she left, I pulled Meng Yifan aside, sounding a bit reproachful. “A Stigmatized Property, man? We ended up in this mess specifically because of a Stigmatized Property. You just lost a hundred and fifty thousand; haven’t you learned your lesson?”
Meng Yifan’s eyes were shining with excitement. “The market price for this place is a million, dude! Now that it’s a Stigmatized Property, we list it for six hundred thousand-or if we want to be aggressive, we cut it in half and list it for five hundred thousand. Someone will definitely buy it for five hundred thousand. We can make at least two hundred thousand in profit.”
“You know what our situation is like right now. Two hundred thousand isn’t a small amount, and maybe we can even get more.”
I knew it. Meng Yifan was eyeing the price difference.
With funds being tight lately and the shop having no business, the potential profit from selling this house was indeed tempting.
“But there’s clearly something wrong with that house. How are we supposed to handle it?” I asked.
Meng Yifan chuckled. “We don’t know how, but Seventh Master does. We can’t pass up this money. If we don’t get some business soon, my shop is going to go under.”
With that, Meng Yifan called Old Zhao Seven and explained the situation regarding the Stigmatized Property.
On the phone, Old Zhao Seven remained silent for a long time, but it wasn’t because of the property; it was because the boy, He Tao, had been killed by Du Yuwei.
He didn’t say much over the phone, only that he would come to check it out tonight and told us we needed to find one more person to help with the Soul Summoning for He Tao.
He suspected that He Tao’s situation wasn’t as simple as just being dead.
He didn’t go into details, saying we’d talk more when we met.
After hanging up, Meng Yifan told me to call Song Xiaotian.
Since we needed another person to go with us, no one else would ever agree to such a thing. Song Xiaotian was our only option.
“When the call goes through, don’t tell him what we’re actually doing, or he definitely won’t come,” Meng Yifan reminded me.
He knew Song Xiaotian was terrified of ghosts.
I nodded and dialed Song Xiaotian’s number.
He had gone back to his grandfather’s house recently, and I wasn’t sure if he was back yet.
“Chen Mo, what’s up?”
“Brother Tian, are you back yet? I want to treat you to a meal…”
“A meal? Great! I’ll drive back right away. Eating my grandpa’s cooking lately has been like eating prison food. Hehe, I want to eat something good tonight.”
He sounded very happy over the phone.
I suddenly felt a bit guilty toward him.
After hanging up, I remained preoccupied, thinking about Du Yuwei.
I didn’t understand why she was harming people.
When I saw her before, I didn’t get the feeling she was a malevolent ghost; she had even saved me and Meng Yifan.
What worried me was that if she was killing people, would Old Zhao Seven let her off the hook…?