The super god lottery system of the glory of the king

Chapter 690 The owner of the house has a problem
The value of [-] million Huaxia coins and [-] million U.S. dollars is not at the same level at all.

Daniel mistakenly thought that the [-] million that Chen Hao said was US dollars, so it was no wonder that even he, the richest man in the world, was surprised.

"The 7000 million I'm talking about is Huaxia currency. If it's in US dollars, it's more than [-] million US dollars." Chen Hao explained to Daniel.

"Huh! So that's the case, okay, I'll pay now." Daniel said straightforwardly.

The middle-aged man was almost dumbfounded. He was about to get more than 7000 million US dollars in one fell swoop, and he was so excited that he didn't know how to spend it.

Looking at the trembling body of the middle-aged man, Daniel asked with some concern: "By the way, do you accept US dollars?"

"Accept, accept, accept, my house is sold, and I plan to move to Myrican, so US dollars can be used!" The middle-aged man nodded excitedly.

"Oh, that's good." Daniel exhaled with ease.

Just when Daniel was about to transfer the money, Chen Hao suddenly raised his hand and interrupted Daniel's movements.

Daniel asked in confusion: "Chen Hao, what's wrong?"

Chen Hao looked at the middle-aged man, and suddenly the corner of his mouth twitched, the meaning revealed in his eyes was somewhat unpredictable.

The middle-aged man was immediately stared at by Chen Hao, making him uncomfortable. With trembling lips, he asked a little uneasily: "Chen...Mr. Chen, you suddenly look at me like this, don't you want to buy a house?"

"No, you misunderstood, but before buying the house, I have a few questions I want to ask you."

Chen Hao's eyes kept falling on the middle-aged man, and he felt a cool breeze blowing on his back.

The middle-aged man's eyes began to wander, he glanced around the room, and then asked curiously: "Ask...what's the question?"

With one hand in his pocket, Chen Hao asked with a smile, "Why are you suddenly in a hurry to sell the house, and at a price that is obviously lower than normal?"

Chen Hao knew that if he wanted to buy a house in this area, it would cost tens of thousands per square meter, and the house that a middle-aged man wanted to sell would cost one or two hundred square meters in total. If it was sold at a reasonable price, let alone It will also sell for two or three million.

However, the price that the middle-aged man first listed in the real estate agency was 100 million, which was obviously low.

Chen Hao's first question made the middle-aged man feel uncomfortable.

Rubbing his hands nervously, he stammered and replied: "That's because... because I have a relative who is abroad, and something happened to him and he asked me to help, so I was anxious to sell the house. "

"Well, it's a normal reason, but why do you have a tense facial expression when explaining, as if you are afraid that others will know your secret?"

"No... no secrets, no secrets." The middle-aged man no longer dared to look directly at Chen Hao, "That's just because... just because I saw you two local tyrants all at once, so I was more excited. Yes, that's...that's it."

The middle-aged man explained vaguely. Chen Hao looked at his demeanor and found that when he was talking, a layer of sweat had already formed on his forehead.

The weather has turned cold now, even indoors, the temperature is only around ten degrees, the middle-aged man is only wearing a thin shirt, under normal circumstances, he would not sweat at all.

And these kinds of abnormal reactions can only show that there are ghosts in his heart.

"Okay, then I'll ask you one last question."

When Chen Hao said that he still had questions to ask, the middle-aged man felt that his legs were so weak that he was about to collapse on the ground.

Fortunately, there was a sofa next to where he was standing, and he supported the sofa with one hand, so that he managed to keep his body from being limp on the ground.

"Still... what else is wrong?"

Chen Hao's eyes were fixed on the middle-aged man like a falcon, and he said clearly and forcefully: "Recently, the police are arresting a fugitive. Male, Hu Yong, 36 years old, originally a business unit project manager of..."

Having said that, Chen Hao paused deliberately to see the reaction of the middle-aged man.

The middle-aged man's hand that was supporting the sofa gradually clenched, and all five nails dug into the leather of the sofa.

More cold sweat broke out on his forehead, obviously after hearing Chen Hao's words, he became more nervous.

"Do you know this person?" Chen Hao asked closely.

"No... I don't know, I don't know at all." The middle-aged man shook his head desperately in denial.

"It doesn't matter if you don't know each other, but I still want to talk about this case here."

The corners of Chen Hao's lips curled slightly, he looked at the middle-aged man, and continued: "This guy named Hu Yong, fell in love with the new intern in the unit, and looked for opportunities many times but failed. Just the day before yesterday, because of Criticized by her boss for being in a bad mood, she followed the practitioner home and brutally killed her in the rented house, dismembered her body and hid it in the closet.”

When Chen Hao was slowly narrating the case, the middle-aged man's complexion instantly turned into a palette, black for a while, red for a while, and now completely pale like white paper.

He raised his hand to wipe the sweat off his face, said with trembling lips, "I told you I didn't know this Hu Yong, and I don't know why you suddenly told me this."

As he spoke, the middle-aged man forcefully propped up his body, and the expression on his face became angry.

He raised his hand and was about to drive Chen Hao and Daniel out of the house: "Hurry up, you two, I won't sell this house, no matter how much you pay!"

"If you hadn't been a guilty conscience, you would not be in this state at all, and you are eager to sell the house to seek refuge abroad. Am I right, Mr. Hu Yong?" Chen Hao laughed. Asked with a harmless face.

"what?"

Hearing Chen Hao call out his name directly, Hu Yong was so frightened that he sat down on the ground.

As if he had suffered a serious illness, his current physical condition was close to collapse.

"You...you are just talking nonsense! If I really wanted to escape, I would have escaped long ago, why would I wait until the house is sold before escaping!" Hu Yong said forcefully.

Chen Hao curled his lower lip, looked at Hu Yong who was sitting on the ground with interest, and said: "Well, this question is very good. If I analyze it from your psychological point of view, you probably think that you dismembered Your body is hidden in the closet, and no one will find out for a while, because the girl you killed has no relatives or friends here, and no one will notice that she has been killed in a short time."

"And you happen to be short of a sum of money, so you are in a hurry to sell the house, and plan to take the money and then flee abroad. Mr. Hu Yong, do you think I am analyzing this way, right?"

Being exposed by Chen Hao all of a sudden, Hu Yong trembled with fright.

(End of this chapter)