God Bestows Evil

Chapter 393 The sound of marbles at midnight

After about half an hour of communication.

Everyone learned that the woman who fell was named Gong Xiujuan.

I am twenty-seven years old this year and work in a large supermarket. I have been taking leave to rest at home recently.

I was lying on the bed looking at my mobile phone. I saw that I was very sleepy. I reluctantly put down my mobile phone, turned over and started to fall down.

At first she thought she had fallen out of bed.

But the fall lasted for several seconds until she fell into the cold pool.

It only took Gong Xiujuan a short time to accept the current situation in the dark cave, faster than Huang Debiao and his wife accepted the current situation.

A stable mood, severe dark circles, and being able to take several days off from working in a supermarket to play with her mobile phone at home... This girl was quite suspicious, and Wu Xian believed that she had concealed a lot of information.

But Wu Xian didn't ask further.

When suddenly arriving in a strange environment, it is common practice to conceal sensitive information about oneself for safety reasons. Normal people would not confide in a stranger they meet for the first time.

After roasting for a while.

Gong Xiujuan put on half-dry clothes.

Only then did the shy Xiong Gang dare to look at Gong Xiujuan, his face turned red and he acted like an innocent little boy.

Huang Debiao, who has a wife, can finally raise his head.

Wu Xian was normal. He would not deliberately look or not look. During the whole process, he would equally guard all places to prevent inexplicable sneak attacks.

Time passed again.

Everyone chatted casually and occasionally told a few short jokes. Because Wu Xian knew Shi Ji, most of the jokes he told were not very clean.

Soon, everyone seemed sleepy.

Huang Debiao looked at his watch: "It has been more than sixteen hours since I last told a story."

Wu Xian pondered for three seconds: "It's time to tell a story, who will do it this time?"

According to Wu Xian's original plan, he should tell a story every twenty-four hours and then rest while the palace lanterns were on.

But during the eight hours when the palace lanterns were turned on for the first time, everyone was on guard against each other and there was no rest, so the second time the story could only be told in advance.

Firelight can be used for cooking and providing warmth, but it cannot completely drive away monsters. With the big spider, no one except Fat Tiger dares to rest in the campfire state.

So, if you want to rest, you can only tell stories.

The four people who can tell stories now are Wu Xian, Xiong Gang, Huang Debiao, and Gong Xiujuan who just came in.

While Wu Xian was hesitating, Huang Debiao stood up on his own initiative.

"Just let me do it."

Huang Debiao, who looked a little haggard, walked to the statue.

In the past ten hours, he had been acting very embarrassed. Although he was very scared, he was also a man and didn't want to continue to be embarrassed like this.

Even his wife, a weak woman, dared to express the fear buried deep in her heart, so why didn't he dare?

Huang Debiao coughed lightly: "My parents passed away early, and the biggest property they left me was a property in Xiahai City."

Xia Caoqing's eyes widened immediately, and she kept pinching his arms with both hands. She always thought that Huang Debiao was a pauper, and she wanted to work hard to write articles to help this guy buy a house.

"This apartment is located on the top floor and there is no elevator, but you know the housing prices in Xiahai City. As long as I sell this house, I can get a lot of money." "At first, I had no idea of ​​selling the house. After all, this house was left by the elderly. "

"Because every midnight, I can hear the sound of marbles coming from upstairs...and my house is on the top floor!"

Wu Xianyi raised his eyebrows.

Regarding the sound of marbles on the roof, it is a widely circulated folk legend. Many families have experienced it, and he has also conducted investigations on it.

Huang Debiao scratched his head.

"I once heard someone say that the sound of marbles on the roof is caused by cracks in the steel bars and cement caused by mold, and the sound produced by the vibration of the steel bars. This sound can also be heard during the day, but it is too noisy outside so I can't hear it."

"Despite this statement, I still felt a little scared, so I posted an advertisement for selling the house."

"That night, a real estate agent came to my door and wanted me to entrust the house to them for sale..."

"I hate real estate agents. They use this method to isolate buyers and sellers, monopolize the public information in their own hands, and earn high commissions."

"But in order to sell the house as soon as possible and get money, I still compromised and signed a contract with the agent."

"After that day, many people came to see me."

"These buyers are very strange. They only come to look at the house at night. When they look at the house, they don't look at the furniture or decoration. They only look at the windows, mirrors, green plants, toilets and other places in the room."

"As I was accompanying people to view properties every day, my energy quickly slumped. After a few days, I finally couldn't help but ask the agent why these buyers just didn't want to buy."

"The agent told me that buyers don't want to have children as neighbors. It's too noisy to live here, but I don't even know the situation of the neighbors. How do they know there are children in the neighbors?"

"It's been like this for a long time, and I almost want to give up selling the house."

"That day, the agent brought an old lady. She was a little deaf, so she didn't care about the neighbor's children. She gave me a bag of cash on the spot and wanted to sign a house purchase contract with me."

"When I saw such a large amount of cash, I was immediately overjoyed and wanted to sign the contract given by the old lady."

"But then I heard the sound of marbles."

"Da, da da..."

"This time the sound of marbles came not from upstairs, but from the stairs. It seemed like they were rolling down from the rooftop door. They just rolled into the open door of my house. There were four marbles in total. They were all the size of eyes. , two pairs together, like two pairs of eyes staring at me!"

When Huang Debiao said this, his body trembled. This matter had been buried in his heart for a long time, and it had always been an indelible shadow. Being able to say it in front of others today made him feel more relaxed.

"After seeing those four glass beads, I immediately realized that the sound of marbles in my house was not a physical phenomenon, but something was really playing with marbles upstairs in my house."

"I turned around blankly, looked at the cash and contracts on the table, and saw something completely different."

"That is not a real estate contract, but a shady house contract. The cash is not real money, but a bag of paper money from Tiandi Bank!"

"Seeing this, I remembered a lot of things that I subconsciously ignored before."

“Why do agents and buyers only show up at night? Why do buyers say that neighbors have children? Why is my body getting weaker and weaker? Why can such a big deal as buying or selling a property only be settled by signing a contract... "

Huang Debiao swallowed his saliva and said.

"There's a ghost upstairs in my house!"

"The agent is a ghost!"

"The people who come to see the house are all ghosts!"

(End of chapter)