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Chapter 11 The Weird Old House
Chi Heng pressed the light button of the room, and as expected, starting from the second floor, all the lights in the room failed and could not be turned on at all.

"The black sheriff says the old house is haunted."

Chi Heng was thoughtful, "Whether there are ghosts in this world is another story, but this old house is haunted, I'm afraid it was intentional by the old uncle, he has hidden so many secrets here, for the sake of concealment, find a haunted house to hide All idlers dare not approach, this idea is too good!"

After closing the door again, Chi Heng came to the second room on the third floor, which surprised him when he opened it this time.

Because this room is full of oil paintings.

Covered by the light of the flashlight, these oil paintings are all portraits. They are estimated to be a long time ago, and they have not been properly protected. The discoloration is quite serious. When Chi Heng walked in, he only glanced casually, and guessed that these portraits might be from this old house. The two owners left behind, because there are men and women, old people and children, and there are family portraits.

It must not have been hung here at the beginning, probably because the old uncle thought it was an eyesore and moved to this room on the third floor.

"what?"

There is nothing surprising about portraits. Chi Heng originally planned to leave after just a few glances, but suddenly found something was wrong. The portraits were basically discolored and there was nothing wrong with them, but why...

In these portraits, the eyes of the people in these portraits have lost their eyeballs and become pitch-black, as if only the eye sockets remained.

If it's just one or two characters, that's all. After Chi Heng noticed it, he looked at all the portraits with a flashlight, and found that the eyes of each character disappeared without a trace.

There is no such coincidence in this world, it can be sure that it is man-made!
Chi Heng thought to himself, could it be that the old uncle did it?

It doesn't make sense, the old uncle hasn't had such free time to play pranks, has he?

He felt that the old uncle was usually humorous, but his style was quite decent, and he would never do such an act of destroying portraits of other people's relics.

So it cannot be ruled out that someone else did it.

After all, the house is nearly 70 years old, and the old uncle has only lived here for ten years.

Shaking his head, Chi Heng looked at it for a while. Many normal portraits had their eyes blackened in a special way, leaving only the dark eye sockets in everyone's eyes. No matter how you look at it, you feel quite uncomfortable. Like the second painting he initially saw on the stairs.

Without looking any further, Chi Heng closed the door and went downstairs.

There is nothing to see, he plans to live here permanently, at most he will tidy up one room on the second floor, pretending to make a bedroom to fool outsiders, and he is too lazy to tidy up the rest of the rooms, the living room, kitchen and bathroom on the first floor are To tidy up, there is also the courtyard outside the door and so on.

"Dudu..."

The sudden sound of car horns broke Chi Heng's contemplation. He just came down to the first floor, walked out the door quickly, and found a pickup truck that was more worn out than his was parked outside.

"Hi, this is it?"

Although the words are interrogative sentences, the tone is affirmative.

Matthew Terry, the owner and worker of the small town furniture workshop, personally delivered the goods to the door for installation.

"Yes, it's here."

Chi Heng stepped forward enthusiastically.

"I haven't been here for a long time," Matthew Terry got out of the car, looked at the old house in front of him, and sighed, "This house looks similar to what I saw when I was young."

As he said, he went to look at the gate first, measured the size, and nodded: "The size fits, so there's no need to run back and forth."

Then they went to drag down the door behind the pickup, and Chi Heng helped, and together they lifted the door to the door.

While waiting for Terry to install it, Chi Heng took the opportunity to inquire about the news, "I heard from Sergeant Badman that this house is haunted? Have two owners died?"

"No," Terry replied negatively while he was busy, "Although it is true that two homeowners committed suicide here, it is not here that is really haunted."

Chi Heng didn't understand: "What do you mean?"

"The one that's really haunted is Lake Shea."

Terry stopped working and pointed to the lake next to the old house: "A long time ago, it was said that the earliest colonists killed all the local Indian tribes and drowned their children in this lake. , Anyone who swims in the lake will drown for no reason."

"drowning?"

Chi Heng said in surprise.

"Yes," Terry said, "Not many people know about the rumor that the old house is haunted. After all, isn't that weird uncle of yours okay to live in this house for a long time? It's the haunted legend of Lake Shea. I've heard it growing up, and every grown-up in town warns their kids not to play in Lake Shea because the lake literally drowns a lot of kids, as far as I know, three."

Chi Heng was shocked!

The good news is that the old house doesn't appear to be haunted.

The bad news is that nearby Lake Shea is haunted.

Damn, is there any difference between the two?

Well, there are still some, Chi Heng is not interested in swimming, even if Terry didn't talk about it, he wouldn't go swimming in the lake.

"Then why do you say my uncle is a weirdo?"

Chi Heng asked another question out of curiosity.

"Sorry," Terry said apologetically, "I didn't mean to say about your uncle, it's just his behavior, well, I mean his behavior once felt weird."

"It doesn't matter," Chi Heng pretended to be relaxed, "My uncle does have some confusing behavior styles, so I want to know every aspect of him to understand him."

"Wherever he went, he wore a strange hat."

Terry said.

It's okay, right?personal idiosyncrasies.

"On Halloween, he would sell amulets to people, saying they would keep them safe."

Terry said.

This sounds like a magic stick, Chi Heng frowned, but let it go quickly, but it can't be said to be a weirdo.

"He once rode a sheep through the city."

Terry said.

Riding a sheep?This behavior is indeed a bit weird, but it can't be said to be weird, right?
"He had no clothes on, and he rode naked on a sheep."

Terry said.

Is this a fucking weirdo?This is a fucking pervert!

Chi Heng's face was expressionless, and he already regretted admitting that he was his uncle.

"Anyway, he did some things that people don't understand," Terry said, "but once there was a fire in the town mall with a dozen people trapped in it, and he was with Sheriff Badman. Rush in and save people."

Terry said: "After that, everyone's perception of him has changed a lot. Although he is a weird person, he is a good person. Maybe he has a little mental problem."

Chi Heng nodded. As expected of his old uncle, it takes a lot of courage to dare to save people in a fire.

"Do you want to settle here in the future?"

Terry also asked Chi Heng a question.

"Well, this is my uncle's inheritance. I don't have too many plans for now. Maybe I will live here for a few years."

After Chi Heng saw the secrets in the basement of the old house, how could he leave easily.

"It's actually a nice place, if Lake Shea wasn't so weird..."

Terry warned him, "Don't go into the lake."

(End of this chapter)