Demons Beside You (The Demons Beside Me)

The man from the agency came, a smart and capable middle-aged man, wearing a suit and tie.

He looked at Chen Zhao with a strange look. Apparently, he felt that no one would accept this house, especially after knowing that six children had died in this house.

After entering the house, the layout is actually similar to the ones I saw before.

At least, Chen Zhao didn't see anything unclean.

And the uncleanest things are always with him.

"Old Hei, is there anything good about this house?"

"Look at the basement of this house, which is connected to a space gap."

"What space gap?" Chen Zhao asked puzzledly.

"Didn't I say it before? The place where we soul seducers live is not the human world, nor hell, but the gap between the two. However, every soul seducer has a private space. We are solitary demons, among the same kind. There is almost no communication between them, and after the death of some seducers, the space gaps are abandoned. However, some space gaps are accidentally connected to the human world due to special reasons. It is like the owner left but forgot to close the door. , the souls originally left behind by the seducer also began to enter and leave the gaps in space, but they could not stay away, so this breath of death always lingered here."

"Is there any way to get rid of it?"

"Yes, wait one or two hundred years, and all the souls will dissipate."

"Then I have to wait for a hundred or two hundred years. Is there any other way?"

"How about I move here? I'll waste the original space and occupy this place. That'll be fine."

Chen Zhao thought for a while, if this gap continued to be abandoned, something might happen. If Lao Hei occupied it, then at least he would have a way to manage it, and he would be more relieved.

Either give up here and give up such cheap rent.

"Mr. Chen, how are you thinking about it?"

"I wouldn't mind renting here if it was cheaper."

"So what price does Mr. Chen think is suitable?"

"Four hundred dollars."

"If Mr. Chen is willing to pay six hundred dollars a month, this is yours."

"make a deal."

"Mr. Chen, do you live alone?"

"Yes, what's the problem?"

"Excuse me, do you have any intention of sharing a house?"

"Tsk...Besides me, is there anyone else willing to live in this house?"

"No one can guarantee this, but if you need it, you can contact our company. If there are suitable customers, we will recommend them to you."

"Okay, but I only want beautiful women and male tenants."

Anyway, the rent was already cheap enough, and Chen Zhao didn't expect to find another person to share the apartment with.

If it was a beautiful woman, I could barely accept it.

But if it were a man, Chen Zhao would be crazy to accept a male roommate.

After the contract is signed, the house is officially rented.

"Chen, do you really want to live here?"

"The contract has been signed, so there is still a holiday."

"Okay, you make your own decision. Can we go have a seafood dinner now? I know a restaurant that makes very delicious seafood. I recommend you to go there."

"It's easy to say, but don't you think you should accompany me to find a decoration company?"

"Asshole, do you treat me as a coolie?"

"Don't forget, you made me $20,000 today."

"I deserve that!"

"Stop talking nonsense, drive quickly and take me to a decoration company."

The decoration company was found, and after paying the deposit, they promised to complete the construction within a week.

The house has been unoccupied for more than ten years. Many living facilities need to be reinstalled, including water and electricity, as well as the Internet and TV.

In one afternoon, we finally settled on the house.

Chen Zhao complied with Ethan's request and went to the seafood restaurant he strongly requested, which cost Chen Zhao a full three hundred dollars.

…

"Hi, Old John, are you sick?" Zola saw her business partner and went up to say hello.

"Zola, is that you?" Old John was also a little surprised when he met Zola in the hospital: "My son lives here."

"By the way, it must be the child your young wife had with you."

"Yes, little John is only seven years old this year, but he has lived here for almost two years." Old John was a little depressed.

"Little John, is he okay?"

This was a knowing question. With Old John's financial resources, how could an ordinary disease keep a child in the hospital for two years, unless it was the kind of disease that even money could not solve.

"Sigh... I hope he will get better, but yesterday I received a critical illness notification. This is the third critical illness notification I have received in the past six months."

At this time, Farr came over, and she glanced at Zola, obviously recognizing the companion of the Asian man who broke into Little John's ward this morning.

"Mr. John, I have good news to tell you. Little John's condition is under control."

"Control? What do you mean? You just sent me a critical illness notice yesterday. Why do you suddenly tell me now that Little John's condition has improved?"

"This...I don't know the specific reason, but this is the fact. We checked Little John's tumor, and it miraculously shrank by half. This means that Little John has at least half a year, and during this half year He doesn’t need to live here anymore, but I still hope he can come here for a review every month.”

"Is what you said true?"

"Yes, although it is strange, Little John's brain tumor has obviously compressed the nerves, but at about four o'clock this morning, Little John suddenly woke up, and his symptoms of taste bud damage caused by chemotherapy have completely disappeared. , this is simply a miracle.”

"Thank you so much. This is your contribution. Thank you." Old John was very excited.

After all, it was old age that gave birth to a son, and Old John had devoted too much affection to this child.

Zola left thoughtfully. She didn't believe in any miracles. She believed that everything had a cause and effect.

However, what made her doubtful was that that person could really suppress cancer cells?

And it is effective so quickly. You must know that even the most mainstream treatment method, chemotherapy, is a relatively passive treatment method, which is slow to take effect and can cause irreversible damage to the human body.

Can that person really suppress cancer cells? No, even cured?

Thinking again, his father, who was almost sentenced to death, was actually brought back from the brink of death by him.

Zola began to really believe that maybe that person could really do it all.

This forced Zola to treat him with caution, not just for her own father.

Also for myself and my other relatives.

"Father, let me tell you something."

Zola returned to Rasfa's ward. Rasfa's appetite was quite good today. His food intake today was almost the same as in the past seven days. Rasfa had even recovered completely.

"I just met Old John. His son also lives here. He has a brain tumor. A critical illness notice was issued yesterday."

"His son? Fili or Danny?"

"It's not the two of them, it's the younger one. He's only seven years old this year."

"God bless that kid."

"I don't know if God will bless little John, but little John suddenly woke up today, and the brain tumor that originally pressed on the cranial nerves actually shrank by half."

"What a miracle, what's going on?"

"Today the Asian doctor entered Little John's ward, and then he was regarded as an intruder with unknown intentions by the doctor on duty. He almost called the police, but he replied that he was in the wrong ward."