dragon hunter

Chapter 278 Weird Villa
Lang Ying was going to go with us, but a phone call made her stay.

"I'm sorry, because the uncle disappeared, the company has been in chaos, I have to go to sit in charge." Lang Ying apologized.

I shook my head and said it's okay, just leave it to us to find out about Brother Lang's whereabouts, and she just needs to be in the middle of the dispatch.

Because the company's cars have all been dispatched, Fatty Wang and I have no cars available for a while, so we can only take a taxi.

Lang Ying had already sent me the address of the auction house manager via his mobile phone.

When Fatty Wang and I walked out of the hotel and took a taxi on the side of the road, a strange thing happened.

During the period, we stopped a few taxis. When the driver heard the address we reported, he immediately shook his head like a rattle, stepped on the gas pedal, and ran faster than a rabbit.

"What's the situation? This is, is it a dragon's pond and a tiger's lair over there?" Fatty Wang muttered suspiciously.

I stopped another taxi. After listening to the address I reported, the driver hesitated for a moment and said that we had to park the car at the intersection, and we had to walk the remaining 100 meters by ourselves.

Sitting in the car, I smoked a cigarette for the driver brother, and asked why the taxi driver was unwilling to go there.

"Are you foreigners? That villa is a haunted house. Some time ago, more than ten people died in it." The driver brother said mysteriously.

"Then is there anyone living there now?" My eyelids twitched and I asked quickly.

"A few days ago, I heard that it was bought by a Japanese businessman. I don't know the details." The driver brother scratched his head.

Fatty Wang sat in the back and poked my arm with his hand. I turned around suspiciously, not knowing what was wrong with this guy.

"Fatty Master doesn't feel very well, why don't we go back first and ask Lang Ying to send more people?" Fatty Wang suggested, shrinking his neck.

I glared at Fatty Wang, knowing that this coward heard that it was a haunted house, and he was timid again.

I turned around and chatted with the driver brother, asking about the villa.

"You guys don't know how evil that villa is. It has been the owner for three consecutive years, and the whole family died in it. They all committed suicide. Who would believe it?" the driver brother spittled.

"Oh? Is it really that evil?" I lit a cigarette, thinking in my eyes.

"Everyone is betting now on how long the Japanese businessman who bought the villa can live." The driver brother was a little excited.

"When was that villa built?" I asked casually.

"Speaking of which, it's an old house with a history of decades. It is said that it was the mansion of a warlord in the wild in the earliest days." The driver brother had a rare opportunity to show off and told with great interest.

I exhaled the smoke ring, stuck the butt out the window, and flicked the ash.

"However, I have heard another version." The driver brother held the steering wheel and said in a mysterious tone.

I feigned interest and asked about another version of the haunted mansion.

"According to the older generation, the great-grandfather of the Japanese businessman came to China back then, and that villa was his residence at that time." The driver brother took a puff of cigarette and explained.

"Then what happened later?" Fatty Wang became interested and poked his head over.

"The great grandfather of the Japanese died in the war. Since then, the villa has been rumored to be haunted." The driver brother flicked the ash.

"Really, isn't it too mysterious?" Fatty Wang didn't believe it.

"I don't know if it's true or not, but I heard from the older generation that the Japanese great-grandfather didn't care about that mansion after his death. He entrusted his dream to his grandson to cross the ocean and buy that mansion." The driver said Brother told the rumors he had heard.

I lowered my head, meditating in silence, digesting the news I just heard.

The car turned a corner and drove onto a small road. The surrounding area became sparsely populated. The buildings on both sides of the road were in the old style decades ago.

The driver brother slammed on the brakes, parked the car by the side of the road, and said sideways: "That house is evil, I can't get close to it anymore, you just stay here."

I thanked him, paid the fare, opened the door, and walked down.

Squinting his eyes, he looked at the lonely villa in front of him. Under the shade of the surrounding trees, the villa looked a bit gloomy.

Fatty Wang staggered, walked up to me, looked at the old villa, and said, "The three-story small western-style building is still European-style, with a garden behind it. Fatty can live there anytime." It would be nice to live in a house like this.”

I took out the compass, walked a few steps, and checked the feng shui around the villa, but I didn't see anything unusual for the time being.

When he got closer, he saw a large iron lock hanging on the iron fence outside. It was obvious that the current owner of the villa hadn't returned home yet.

I took out my mobile phone, called Lang Ying, and talked about the situation here.

"Impossible, there is an employee of the company who saw him drive back." On the other side of the phone, Lang Ying's voice was full of surprise.

I looked at the garage, it was empty and there was no parking. It seemed that the other party went out again while we were here.

"Isn't this great? Let's just sneak in and have a look." Fatty Wang urged.

I walked around the iron fence, and accidentally saw a huge bulldog, hunched over slightly, facing this side, grinning.

I was startled, the dog that bites does not bark, this sentence is not for nothing.

"Oh my god, I almost lost my sight, this dog is terrible." Fatty Wang leaned over, screamed, and backed away.

It may be Fatty Wang's action that stimulated the bulldog, and the dog barked and rushed over.

Knowing that the vicious dog couldn't get through because of the iron fence, I subconsciously took a step back.

The huge size of the bulldog slammed into the iron fence, making a loud bang, and the momentum was astonishing.

I saw someone in the distance, I looked over here, pulled Fatty Wang's arm, and walked to the side.

In the shade of the trees in the courtyard of the villa, a red light flashed away. I looked intently and saw it was a camera.

"It's a vicious dog and a camera. This security measure is a bit too strict." Fatty Wang muttered to himself.

I frowned, feeling that this matter was a bit tricky, and lowered my head to think about countermeasures.

Before I could figure out a way, a black car drove towards this side and parked in front of the villa.

Fatty Wang and I hid in the shade of a tree when we saw the car door open, and a man with glasses in a suit and leather shoes came down.

After the iron fence was opened, the man with glasses drove towards the garage.

"What should we do?" Fatty Wang looked at me anxiously.

"Is there any way you can subdue that vicious dog?" I turned my head and asked.

In fact, it was the easiest way to kill the vicious dog directly with the Gou Yu sword, but the noise would be too loud and the owner of the villa would be alarmed.

Fatty Wang scratched his head vigorously, clapped his fleshy hands, and said that he thought of a way.

My eyes lit up, and I hurriedly asked what was the solution. The monitoring is a dead thing, so it is easier to avoid it, but that vicious dog is very difficult.

Fatty Wang asked me to dial Lang Ying's number, report a series of materials, and ask her to send someone over.

Lang Ying was very efficient. In less than half an hour, she called and asked us to go to the intersection to get materials.

After Fatty Wang got the materials, he started to get busy. After more than an hour of tossing, he fiddled with a cylindrical thing.

"What are you doing?" I looked at the cylinder, but didn't see the purpose of this thing.

"This is a secret mist passed down by our Zhumen. It can not only subdue that vicious dog, but maybe even the owner of the villa." Fatty Wang raised the bamboo tube in his hand to me.

After a lot of busy work, it was getting late, we found a small restaurant, ate something casually, and when it was completely dark, we sneaked towards the villa.

"Why does Fatty think we are acting like thieves?" Fatty Wang said carelessly, poking his lips.

"Don't be careless, there may be other weird things in that villa." I confessed worriedly.

The old three-story western-style building was just ahead, and the bedroom on the second floor was still lit, but it was blocked by curtains, so I couldn't see anything clearly.

Fatty Wang lit the lead wire of the bamboo tube with a lighter, and threw it forward forcefully.

Smoke was coming out of the bamboo tube, drawing an arc, and falling into the yard behind the villa.

"How long will it take for this thing to take effect?" I asked casually.

"The effect is immediate. Let's wait. Now that it's over, maybe even I will be fascinated." Fatty Wang is very confident in what he has made.

We stood under the tree, waited for about ten minutes, then moved lightly again, and leaned towards the villa.

I squinted my eyes and looked for the whereabouts of the bulldog in the backyard. Through the hazy moon, I saw a huge figure crawling on the ground.

The bulldog was motionless, as if asleep, and didn't even notice that we were approaching the iron fence.

"Don't be afraid, that dog is already asleep, and it won't wake up even if it thunders." Fatty Wang held the iron fence with both hands and turned over first.

Seeing this cowardly coward, now so courageous, I was naturally embarrassed to lag behind, holding on to the iron fence with both hands, and jumped over three times.

I walked over and lightly touched the bulldog with my toe. This ferocious vicious dog was sleeping soundly and didn't respond.

In the surrounding air, there is still a faint sweet fragrance, which makes me feel dizzy after smelling it.

I saw that the back door of the villa was not closed tightly, leaving a gap, and I walked over there with hands and feet.

Fatty Wang shrank his head and followed closely beside him. When he passed by the tree where the monitoring system was installed, he groped around and tore off the monitoring line.

The first floor of the villa was pitch-black, with only a faint light coming from the corner of the stairs.

I squinted my eyes slightly, walked lightly, and looked around.

After my eyes got used to the darkness, I could see some nearby things clearly. The decoration in the villa was very luxurious.

On the side wall, there are some Japanese-style paintings, and there is a set of Taidao on the knife holder in the middle of the hall.

Suddenly, I felt a slight itching and numbness on my neck, as if something was attached to it.

I stretched out my hand to grab it, but it felt a bit wrong, and when I looked sideways, my pupils suddenly shrank.

(End of this chapter)