I continued to look at the driving recorder. I couldn't see anything at first, but the second half of the route became more and more familiar to me.

Finally, as expected, I drove all the way to the dilapidated community where I rented a house and stopped the car at the door of the building.

Although the driving recorder did not capture any footage of Lao Chen, it can also be confirmed that the car must have left the bathing city.

We also briefly watched the following video. After meeting me, that is, after a brief chat, the car drove back to the bathing city on the same route.

In other words, Lao Chen did go to the bathing city to take a bath last night, but after he opened a private room and lay on the bed and fell asleep, as if he was sleepwalking, he drove out of the bathing city again, met with me, and then

I drove back to the bathing town and continued to sleep...

Unfortunately, Lao Chen did not turn on the recording function of the driving recorder.

Therefore, the conversation between me and Lao Chen in the car was not recorded.

This can’t be blamed on Lao Chen. The purpose of driving recorders is to take pictures of the road conditions ahead. Most people will turn off the recording function. After all, the car is a private space.

"This...how is this possible? Why do I have no impression at all?!" As he said that, Lao Chen lowered his head and glanced at the steering wheel.

The steering wheel should be very familiar to him, but I observed that the moment Lao Chen's fingers touched the steering wheel, he suddenly flicked his fingers away, as if there were thorns on the steering wheel!

After seeing the evidence, Lao Chen couldn't calm down at all. As he opened the car door and walked down, he said in his mouth: "I have to wash the car, inside and outside..."

I followed Lao Chen out of the white SUV. Lao Chen didn't seem to want me to leave. He took my arm and insisted that I go back to the office with him.

This time, when Lao Chen closed the door, he actually locked the door.

"Manager Chen, you..."

"Sit down and tell me carefully what happened last night!"

"Didn't I tell you everything?"

"Xiao Ma, if you think about it again," Lao Chen pointed at his nose and asked, "The me last night... I mean... what is the... difference between that me and the me now?!

"

Being reminded like this by Lao Chen, I closed my eyes, and the details of each scene appeared in front of me...

Suddenly, I opened my eyes suddenly because I really thought of a detail!

I thought about something that Lao Chen said to me last night. I didn’t feel anything about it before, but after thinking about it carefully, it’s worth pondering?

What is that sentence?

The old man said that not one person died in that house, but three. I didn't take it seriously at the time. It was considered a haunted house anyway, so it didn't make much sense if a few people died in it.

So, I retorted disdainfully: "So what?"

As a result, Old Chen said: "Didn't you send me a WeChat message to ask me if something happened on the balcony?"

These were the original words spoken at that time, and I remember them very clearly.

I didn't hear anything wrong at the time, but now that I think about it carefully, I'm really scared.

Because, when we were live broadcasting in the haunted house, I did not send a WeChat message to ask Lao Chen, but I sent a WeChat message to Jasmine...

Could it be that...

At that time, Lao Chen was not Lao Chen, but Jasmine?!

Old Chen was possessed by Jasmine’s ghost?!

Seeing me staring and saying nothing, Lao Chen knocked on the table and urged me: "Hey, what are you thinking about?!"

"That old Chen and you now...to be honest...I...I don't see any difference..."

"Okay, then let me ask you, what did I, him...he say to you yesterday?!"

Lao Chen seemed quite interested, let alone curious. If someone borrowed your body, you would probably be curious about what you did and said, right?

"He...he didn't say anything else, he just said something about the house..."

"What happened to that house?!"

I stared at Old Chen and asked, "Manager Chen, don't you know what happened to that house?"

"I...I know, but I'm not very clear. The landlord told me that a young woman died inside. The place was a newly built community. When the woman died, no one lived upstairs or downstairs.

Therefore, there were not many rumors spread..."

"That's all you know?" I asked again.

"Also, that house is indeed a bit evil," Lao Chen continued. "When I took over the house, I took the housekeeper to clean the room. When I opened the door, I saw that the house was very messy, and the walls and furniture were all messy.

A lot of dark red paint was thrown on it, and there were also stains on the ground

There were a lot of messy things... anyway... anyway, it made the whole house a mess. The furniture and beds were very dirty, so I asked people to move all these things away. After clearing the room, I did a big cleaning and did three things.

After that, we hired someone to repaint the walls..."

When Lao Chen said this, I recalled that when I first entered the room, it was almost empty, not even a bed.

It turned out that the furniture in the house was all dirty, and Lao Chen threw it away and did a general cleaning.

"Is there anything else?"

"Well, I told you everything I know. Why, that's not enough. Did he tell you something that I don't know?"

Since Lao Chen asked, there was no need to hide it, so I told Lao Chen across from me what Lao Chen told me yesterday, that is, the pregnant woman hanged herself on the balcony, and not only one person died, but also

Together they are three lives. What is even more tragic is that the twins a woman is pregnant with are not the man's children...

Old Chen also took a breath after hearing this. Obviously, Old Chen didn't know these details.

According to normal logic, the owner wants to sell this haunted house as soon as possible, so he shouldn't be able to tell Lao Chen too many details.

People died, how many died, and how they died. It is not so clear, and there is no need. It makes sense that Lao Chen does not know these.

In the small office, Lao Chen and I both lowered our heads and were silent for a moment.

Lao Chen's eyes looked at the Ming coins piled on the table. He sighed and said to me: "These money are all deposits given to me by the landlord. The more than one thousand yuan I gave you before was also from this."

The things I took have now become ghost coins. Do you think it could be the woman who hanged herself who is behind this?!"

"I don't know!" I shook my head quickly.

"If you said that the person who had taken possession of me was Jasmine," Lao Chen raised his head, rolled his eyes and stared at me and asked, "But what does Jasmine's death have to do with the woman who hanged herself?!"

"I don't know, and I don't want to know." I was a little embarrassed by Old Chen's stare, and I stood up from the chair in a hurry, "Manager Chen, I have said everything I need to say. If nothing happens, I will leave..."

"No, you can't leave!" Lao Chen stood up and blocked the office door with his body, "We haven't figured out these things yet, what should we do next?"

"Manager Chen, I was hired by you and you are my boss. What do you want me to do?"

"I just thought of an idea," said Lao Chen, pointing to the Ming coins on the table, "Since all these money have become Ming coins, otherwise, tonight, we will go to that community and burn all the money.
Chapter completed!