my avatar drama

Chapter 75 The rich woman is a fake!
Wan Yi came to the predetermined place, which was the home of the employer.

but……

Wan Yi took a look at the house, and found that it was quite close to the apartment building that the Exploration Team had taken a fancy to. There were only two houses in the middle, but the house in front of him was still very grand, and it didn’t feel right at first glance. The person who owns the property cannot take it down.

He picked up his camera and took a picture.

After looking at it, there is no surprise, it is a haunted house, and there are curses hidden in it.

The reason why it is not surprising is that on the one hand, it is not surprising that there is one hidden anywhere in this world where curses are everywhere, and on the other hand, of course, Wan Yi investigated the few nurses who were sent back before through Jennifer in advance.

Several of them disappeared, and several died of accidents. Does this kind of result need to be considered?

Wan also rang the doorbell.

Some distorted ringtones rendered a weird atmosphere, and then they were switched on.

Although it was connected, the other end of the call was still silent. If the light on the doorbell hadn't been blinking, Wan Yi wouldn't have been able to tell it was connected.

"Hello, I'm the nurse who came to interview, Wan Yi. I should have contacted the company." Wan Yi said.

There were some noises over there, and then a deep voice said, "Does the nurse need to bring a camera?"

"This is my hobby. If you don't allow it, I won't use it without authorization." Wan Yi's voice was soft, with a gentle smile on his face, and he started a business model that the avatars didn't even see.

There was no response from inside, but the courtyard door opened.

Wan Yi took a look, and stepped in without hesitation.

Whizzing--

A strong gaze was directed at Wan Yi from nowhere, but the feeling was vague and fleeting.

This curse is much stronger than the little sister at the crossroads just from the senses.

Thinking in his heart, Wan Yi came to the door. He didn't know when the door of the house opened and a gap was hidden, so he directly opened the door.

As soon as I entered the door, I heard a "creaking" sound, and slowly approached the door from far to near.

Wan Yi looked at the source of the sound. In a room very close to the door, in the darkness, gradually...

A wheelchair came out, and a middle-aged woman was sitting in the wheelchair. Her complexion was not very good, with thick dark circles and bags under her eyes.In the ID photo given in the previous company information, this person used to be graceful, but now he doesn't have that feeling at all.

His complexion is very bad, but at least he still has the complexion, he is a living person.

Wan Yi thought that the real Patriarch here just wanted to play Boda.

"Ms. Kara, how long has it been since your wheelchair was checked?" Wan Yi asked politely, with a little bit of unique humor.

"It's been about a few months, I can't remember, and being stuck in the house has made me gradually lose the sense of time."

"That's really unfortunate, you may need someone to push you out." Wan Yi said.

"Do you want people to see me in such a miserable state?" Ms. Kara said unhappily. In fact, her expression was not good-looking from the beginning.

"Just wandering around the yard."

"There are too many people around here. For the disabled, they don't even want to laugh at them, they don't want to pay attention, as if they want me to feel my own powerlessness. This is a different kind of sympathy, and I gradually accepted it, so I feel that I That's why we can live for so long." Ms. Carla said calmly.

Wan also got permission and walked into the room.

"So, is the interview starting now? What am I going to do?" Wan Yi said with a polite smile.

"It started when you rang the doorbell, you have passed, and I can sign the contract with you." Unexpectedly, Ms. Carla said directly.

Wan Yi was stunned.

"that's it?"

"Shouldn't you be happy? By the way, I plan to sign for life. You will take care of me until I die, and then all my inheritance will be given to you."

"Do you think I look stupid?"

"It looks a little bit, but I'm not teasing you. Anyway, come and get the contract with me. This is the kitchen. Give me a cup of tea. You can choose the tea you are good at. Of course, you can also get yourself a cup. I I'm waiting for you in the living room here." As she spoke, Carla turned the wheelchair and returned to the dark room with a creaking sound.

It turned out that it was the living room.

Wan Yi went to the kitchen pointed at just now.

As for whether Wan Yi can make tea, of course he can. Liang Rendao and Ruide both know how to make tea, taking into consideration both East and West.

Wan Yi doesn't know how to learn by himself, but the avatar who is always free and has nothing to do can learn to play after seeing it from his perspective.

This kind of simple manual skill, he will also be able to master it after the avatar learns it.

He familiarized himself with the distribution of the large kitchen, and then found a place to put tea leaves. There were indeed many types. Considering the background of time and space, he chose simple, common and noble black tea.

While he was humming a little song to make tea, a cupboard behind Wan Yi slowly opened without any warning.

"Close the cupboard, there are unused kitchen utensils in there, and it will be very dangerous to fall." Wan Yi also opened his mouth without warning while doing the work at hand, and said to himself.

The cupboard door, which had been pushed halfway open, froze for a moment.

Wan Yi made tea, put it on a tray and picked it up, and closed the half-open cupboard as he passed by.

As for the bloodshot eyes flashing past in the darkness before the door was completely closed, Wan Yiquan ignored it as if he hadn't seen it.

He came to the living room with tea and saw that Ms. Carla was already at a table with a contract on it.

Wan Yi stepped forward like a waiter in a high-end restaurant, and set the tea: "It's a pity that you don't have any more ingredients here, otherwise I can prepare some refreshments."

Ms. Carla picked up the black tea and took a sip: "Not bad."

"Thank you for your compliment." This sentence Wan Yi was very sincere.

After all, it is Rhett's craftsmanship, and everyone in the play is still very interesting. Although you can conceive what you want by concentrating on the theater, sometimes you choose to get some raw materials and show your skills in front of others.

She reached out and pushed the contract to Wan Yi: "Let's have a look."

Wan Yi picked it up, went through it quickly, and found that Ms. Kara really didn't lie, and the conditions were really what I said before.

As long as Wan Yi signs it, the contract will come into effect.

He still couldn't figure out what this middle-aged lady was doing. She was so kind to a nurse whom she met for the first time, so it was probably because she fell in love with him.

"You're still skeptical about such a good thing, it seems like you're not an idiot." Seeing his hesitation, Ms. Cara snorted coldly.

"Is there something hidden behind this?"

"What did you see in the kitchen?" Ms. Kara asked instead of answering.

"I didn't see anything."

"You're lying, or you can't believe what you're seeing." Kara showed a confident expression.

It's like watching a horror movie and being scared, and then seeing another person finish it with a blank face, and firmly say that you must be scared too.

Don't get me wrong, he wasn't referring to Sang and scolding Huai, but Wan Yi was referring to a college roommate of his who forgot his name.

That classmate left a deep enough memory in Wan Yi's mind in a novel way.

"You asked me to go to the kitchen alone because you thought I would see something in the kitchen?" Wan Yi lowered his voice slightly.

"Yes, that's the legendary ghost, a supernatural force, that has been haunting this house. Do you know why I suddenly encountered such an accident when my career was on the rise?"

Ms. Carla patted her unconscious thigh: "That's why."

"The thing hidden here took away your lower body, but it still kept your life for so long?" Wan Yi narrowed his eyes.

"They are not pure ghosts. I have been collecting related rumors and cases after the accident. They are not ghosts in the traditional sense, nor are they killing machines that only take lives. Their actions are for satisfaction."

"Satisfied?" Wan Yi didn't expect to hear the interpretation of the grievances by the aborigines in this world.

"Satisfying one's own resentment, seeing the misery of others, bringing misfortune to others with seemingly unprovoked disasters."

"You mean they're a bunch of pleasure criminals?"

"That's not true, they don't have that kind of emotion." Ms. Carla said in a low voice, "Satisfying the conditions of resentment is the meaning of their existence. What they do is resentment for the sake of resentment."

"Innocents driven by a curse of resentment, not for revenge, not for relief, just resentment, nothing more."

Wan Yi was silent for a while, and said, "What does this have to do with your contract?"

"The first few carers were horrified, the one before you, was alone in the kitchen for a while and ran away without even seeing the dream contract," Ms Carra said.

It turned out to be casting a wide net.

"I called the newspaper office, and a newspaper office sent reporters. They died within a few days after returning. I wanted to tell the police, but the police hesitated, and the last police officer told me that they could not deal with it and hung up. The phone was disconnected. I tried to find some capable people, but I couldn't find any." Kara's hands clenched the armrest of the wheelchair, and the leather on it made a strange noise.

But suddenly, she let go of her hands: "So I figured it out now. I'm hopeless, I can feel that it is becoming more and more irritable, and it doesn't want to look at my ugly appearance anymore. I want to keep something In this world, it’s like finding someone to listen to me.”

Wan Yi leaned back slightly: "You know that you will die if you find someone, but you still keep looking for nurses after you understand the reason."

Carla showed a somewhat crazy smile on her gloomy face: "So this contract is compensation."

Wan also remained silent.

"So that's the case, it's already crazy."

"Well, I've been driven crazy."

"Having been tortured for so many years, I feel that if she hadn't been killed by the curse, she might have directly become a source of the curse."

"Pity."

"Trick the workers into killing you, right? Body, kill her!"

Wan Yi said, "No need."

"Aren't you willing? It doesn't matter. You are already sitting here. If you don't accept it, I can call the next one." Kara shrugged, not caring.

"I don't need to kill her." But Wan Yi actually ignored her, and was talking to the clone instead.

Kara was taken aback.

Behind the head, a pair of fingers twisted like a few dry branches, pale skin and bloody hands stretched out without warning, hugging Kara's head.

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(End of this chapter)