Chapter 58 Chapter Twenty

"Boom!" With a loud bang, Gray slammed the door and left. After walking out of the gate of this villa, Gray let out a long breath.He stood there for a few seconds, then turned a corner and walked to the door of Mrs. An's room next door. Gray rang the doorbell. A few seconds later, Mrs. Ann opened the door. She saw that it was Gray, and she moved aside without saying a word to let Gray enter the room. Gray walked through the hallway familiarly, walked straight to the big leather sofa chair in the living room, turned around and sat down, with one elbow resting on the round armrest, and his knee stretched on the other armrest.

Mrs. An made a cup of tea, handed it to Gray, and asked, "How is it?" "Everything is going well." Gray breathed out again, "I just finished the last scene." "They didn't suspect you at all?" "Not at all—certainly, not to suspect you." "I guess, they never dreamed that we would be husband and wife, right?" Mrs. An said with her eyes dim and her voice sticky. Gray shrugged: "That's natural, they didn't think in that direction at all." Mrs. An walked behind Gray, stretched out her hands, and hugged him from behind, "So, we succeeded."

Gray reached out with his left hand, stroked her arm tenderly, and said, "Yes, it worked, Angie, we've been working on this project for a year—and finally sold this house." Angie turned around from behind Gray, sat down on another leather sofa chair next to him, and sighed: "This process is really too long." "It can't be helped, Angie," Gray said. "Most people in this city know that this house is haunted. Let alone this house, they dare not even buy other houses in this neighborhood- —If you hadn’t met these two out-of-towners a year ago and came up with this wonderful idea, I don’t think the two of us would ever be able to sell this house for the rest of our lives.”

"Don't say that, Gray, we came up with the idea together." "But this is what you came up with first: you go to get close to Di Li. After you get to know each other well, you tell her about the house and tell her to approach me on purpose. Then you pretend to cooperate with her and create 'False' that this house is haunted and 'forced' me to undersell it - Angie, you're so smart and I'm so proud of you." "Okay, Gray, just say I'm a scheming man, I won't mind." Angie shrugged, "There's no way to do this, if you don't use this method to convince Di Li and the others If all kinds of visions in this house are 'man-made', they dare to buy this terrible house?"

"Yes, they're now fully convinced that the house is haunted in their plans and of their own making--especially Dilly, who still thinks Kaz calls yes every night at three-fifteen." Because of drinking her stimulant-laced milk—how would she know that Kaz, the picky eater, never drinks carton milk, he only drinks fresh milk. I have to empty the bowl of milk every morning after getting up to convince her that Kaz did drink that stuff." "But tonight, she won't feel that way anymore, and she'll find out that this vision of the house has nothing to do with what she's been doing before. Guess what, Gray, tonight they find Kaz screaming again What would you think when you

"I can't guess, and I don't want to," Gray said. "They're going to ask other people in the city anyway, and they'll know the truth about this house—what it really was a few decades ago." The owner, the poor woman with the red scar on her face committed suicide in this house, and her soul has never been rested in peace, and has been haunting the house. The most terrible thing is that she died at 3:15 The bathroom habits don't seem to have changed after her death. Also, I think they'll open up that storage room and find that photo -- think about it, when they see Kaz in the photo and find that it's alive How will you react when you are in your forties?"

Angie curled her lips, shook her head and said, "It's probably the same as when we discovered this secret two years ago." After a moment of silence, Angie said, "When they find out about this, they may guess that the two of us cheated them together, and then think that your 'wife' Zhu Dan and the story about her are purely fabricated by you." "So what?" Gray said. "I'm selling this house, but I did it in the real estate transaction center. If they find out it's wrong, it's too late—and they can't produce any evidence to prove it." The two of us partnered to cheat them."

"That's true," said Angie. "Anyway, we've got the money now, and they've got nothing to do with us." "Did they give you the 100,000 yuan they promised you?" "Yes, Shaker gave it to me yesterday afternoon." "Okay, the 900,000 yuan for selling the house now, plus your 100,000 yuan 'information fee'. The 1 million yuan we used to borrow to buy this house has finally come back." Gray raised his eyebrows. Angie lowered his eyes and said slowly: "If we weren't greedy for cheap at the time and thought it was a good deal to buy this mansion from Nomi Luworth for one million—how could we go to the bank A loan of one million..."

"Originally, we thought that as long as we bought the house and then auctioned it off, we could easily earn millions—but who knew, this house turned out to be a ghost house! No one would live in it if we gave it away!" Gray said angrily. . Angie shook her head helplessly: "Who told us that we just came from other places at that time, and we didn't understand the situation of this house at all, so we bought it rashly - we were fooled by that couple!" "Forget it," Gray sighed, "Anyway, we're selling it in the same way now, so we can make no profit and lose money, so don't think about those stupid things before."

Angie turned her face and looked at her husband with pity: "It's a pity that you have suffered, Gray. I want you to live in that haunted house, and you have to pretend that nothing happened every day... " "Okay, don't talk about it," Gray raised his hand and interrupted Angie, he frowned, "What can I do, if I don't sell the house in this way, the bank's loan can't be repaid, I will I'm afraid I have to spend the rest of my life in prison! Compared to this, my few days in that haunted house is nothing." Angie stretched out her hand, held Gray's hand, and said, "Fortunately, it's all over. We don't need to live in that house anymore. I will return this rented house in a while, and we will move out." This damned villa area, live in another warm and lovely place."

Gray raised his head and looked expectantly: "Yes, move out of this place—we're leaving here now." Saying that, they stood up from the leather chair together. "I'm going to pack my things now." Angie said excitedly, kissing her husband. When she turned around, Gray suddenly remembered something, and he asked, "By the way, Angie, did you come up with that 'breakfast' plan later? Why didn't you discuss it with me first?" Angie turned around, as if she didn't understand, and asked, "What's the 'breakfast' plan?" "Didn't you discuss with Dilly that while we were asleep, you would bring the fried bacon, egg custard, and milk to our dining room table?" Angie frowned, shook her head in confusion, and looked at her husband: "Grey, what are you talking about? I don't understand. When did I do these things?" Gray opened his eyes wide and looked at Angie for two or three seconds, his scalp tightened, and he understood what was going on. "Those things... are really made by that ghost?" Gray said to himself, trembling all over. Angie stepped forward and asked in confusion, "What's going on, Gray?" Gray looked at her, finally lowered his eyes, and said, "It's nothing, let's go, Angie. Get out of here and never come back."