Daughter-in-law

Chapter 193 A Family of Three

Although the room is luxuriously decorated, it is very simple, revealing a simple style. There is a statue of a god hanging in front of the living room. The statue is not a fairy, but a weasel!

The weasel was half standing, raised its front paws, and looked ahead with its eyes.

Seeing the portrait of the weasel, I felt a little strange. Many rich people, especially business people, believe in ghosts and gods. Many people have statues of gods in their homes, but this is the first time I have seen a weasel.

Most people think that this kind of thing is an evil thing. How can someone worship this kind of thing? It's really strange.

"My husband is on the second floor. The two of you will follow me up." The woman bowed respectfully to us, and then led the way. She no longer had the debauchery that seduced me just now.

I sighed and knew it was because there were cameras everywhere in this house. That woman had to work hard to maintain her image at home. If her husband found out that something was wrong, it would be difficult to inherit the family property. The old man would definitely treat her Keep it back.

Thinking of her style outside and the contrast with the image of a good wife and mother at home, I couldn't help but smile bitterly. This woman has completely turned herself into a double-faced person. She must have lived a very hard life.

Xiao Bai looked at the woman's back with a look of contempt on her face. She couldn't figure out how this woman could change so quickly and pretend so well. She couldn't understand it at all.

She is a novice, and she has practiced for many years, but the human heart is not so easy to see through. After all, the most difficult thing to see through in this world is the human heart.

We followed the woman to the second floor and stopped at the door of a room.

I saw a gray-haired old man sitting in the room, gesticulating with his hands and talking, as if he was chatting with someone, but there was no one in front of him.

"It's been like this every evening, and it's been three months in a row." The woman whispered at the door.

I nodded, indicating that they were waiting for me at the door, and I walked in directly.

Hearing the movement, the old man looked up at me, but he ignored me at all. He turned his head and continued to chat with the air. I saw red wine and a glass on the table next to me. I opened it and poured myself a glass, listening quietly. .

After listening for a while, I understood that the old man seemed to be chatting with his son again, and he was telling his son that he should find a girlfriend when he was old, and he wanted to be a grandfather sooner.

The fire happened 30 years ago, and now the old man is over 80 years old, and his son should have been in his 20s when he died, which is the age at which the person in question got married.

The old man's tone was full of concern, and it could be heard that he really cared about his son's marriage.

"Old sir, is this your son?" I asked him.

Hearing my words, the old man's cloudy eyes brightened obviously, he grabbed the void, and said: "Yes, this is my son, how about it, he looks handsome."

I nodded repeatedly, saying that I was handsome, the old man laughed happily, and then chatted with me.

We chatted a lot, the old man was very talkative, from how he did business when he was young, to getting married and starting a business, and in the middle he asked his non-existent son to say a few words to me.

I nodded in cooperation with him. In the end, I was basically sure that the old man's nerves really had something wrong, because there were no ghosts in his room at all.

I am a ghost, and I am extremely sensitive to the perception of ghosts, but after staying in his room for so long, I didn't notice the existence of ghosts at all, and there are no ghosts here.

"Mister, I have something else to do, so I'll take my leave first." I said to him.

The old man waved his hand at me and continued to speak into the air.

I took two steps, then turned around abruptly, and asked him, "Mr., do you still remember the fire 30 years ago? What happened?"

There are no ghosts in the room, so there are only two reasons, one is that the old man's nerves really went wrong, and the other is that he pretended all this!

I wanted to judge whether the old man's current situation was faked, so I asked him what he couldn't let go of.

Hearing my words, the old man suddenly turned his head and stared at me closely, a cold light flashed in his eyes, but after a while, the old man's eyes became cloudy again, and he asked me with a little puzzlement : "Boy, what did you say about the fire 30 years ago?"

"It's okay, I just asked casually." I said to him with a smile, then turned and walked out.

"How is it? Is there something?" The woman asked me at the door.

I looked at her, shook my head in a complicated mood, and said, "I'm sorry, I can't help you, there is nothing unclean here."

Hearing what I said, the woman didn't have any expression on her face, she just sighed and said, "That's weird, he's obviously going to die, why is he so energetic all of a sudden."

I looked at her, wondering if it was an illusion, when the woman frowned, I saw a black air flashing between her brows.

But the black air disappeared in a flash, and I was a little unsure if it was my eyes that were dazzled.

I looked at her with some sympathy. This woman must think that she is very smart. She pretends to be a good wife and mother at home every day, consciously without flaws, but this is just what she thinks.

I just chatted with that old man for a long time, and I can already confirm that there is no ghost here, but the last sentence I said before I came out, the old man has already revealed his secrets.

His mind is normal, and all of this is pretended by him.

I don't know why he's pretending to be crazy, and I'm not interested in knowing. I'm just here to catch ghosts. Since there are no ghosts here, the calculation between them has nothing to do with me.

This woman is not a fuel-efficient lamp at all, and neither is that old man, otherwise he would not pretend to be crazy.

As for what he wants to do, it has nothing to do with me.

I don't want to stay here any longer, so I went down the stairs first.

It's just that I just took two steps, and I felt something was wrong, because there were three people sitting at the dining table in the living room that was originally empty.

One of the three people is a father and daughter in their 50s, and the other two are young people in their early years. One man and one woman are like a family of three.

It's just that the three of them were all scorched black, and the exposed skin was horrible, as if they had just been roasted by fire!
When the three of them saw me, they raised their heads at the same time, their faces were scorched black, only a pair of eyes were frighteningly white!
(End of this chapter)