This small foreign-style building built a hundred years ago is indeed the residence of a certain warlord. As for who it is, I won’t mention it here.

Maybe it was because I had been carrying out a heavy killing career for half my life. After I left the country, I planned to move into a small villa to retire and live a peaceful life for a few years. However, I didn’t realize that. Without military power, the warlord was quickly plotted by his subordinates and was eventually killed.

Great prison.

In prison, the warlord was so punished by Old Nose that he was beaten and angry. He didn't even last for half a month before he died.

The warlord's death was actually nothing. After all, he had done many evil things during his lifetime and was not a good person himself.

Later, the small western-style house was inhabited by the warlord's concubines and their children. However, there were only a few descendants of the warlord. There were also many servants who served the warlord and their descendants.

I don’t know how long they lived there, but in the end there was only an old man with warlord blood left.

This old man has no children, is alone, and his days are numbered.

But there are many people who covet the small western-style building. These people are the descendants of the servants who used to live here. They have also lived in the small building for many years. They have forgotten their identity as servants and think that they also belong to the small building.

Owner.

Those people hope that the old man will die soon, and then the house will be vacant, so that they can sell the house and divide the money.

Although this old man was seriously ill and had difficulty moving, he was very tenacious and lived in a wheelchair for many years...

However, just two years ago, someone was cooking in the kitchen, and somehow a fire broke out in the kitchen, burning the gas pipe, and the fire spread.

Passers-by saw black smoke coming out and called the police in time.

Because the small foreign-style building is considered a cultural relic and there are fire-fighting measures nearby, the fire was put out in a timely manner. The fire was extinguished immediately and the fire was not serious.

Everyone else living in the building was fine and they all ran out.

After the fire was put out, the firefighters asked and found out that there was an old man in the attic.

The firefighters went upstairs and saw a wheelchair in the low attic. The old man was sitting there motionless, obviously dead...

This is why the small foreign-style building became a haunted house after a fire...

Hearing this, I couldn't help but ask Lao Chen: "So, the old man can't be considered to have died in the fire. Didn't it mean that the fire was only on the ground floor, and it was not serious?"

"Yes, yes, I used to think that he died in the fire, but after asking carefully, it seems that it is not..."

Originally, I was wondering, could it be that those who coveted the house in the small building deliberately killed the old man and then created a fire to cover up the murder?

Before I could ask, Lao Chen continued: "But I think it must have something to do with the fire, because after the fire, the whole building was filled with smoke and dust. Elderly people are not good at breathing. Inhaling this poisonous

The gas would cause him to choke to death if he didn't burn him to death, and he was immobile and couldn't escape to breathe fresh air, so the cause of death was still related to the fire..."

After hearing what Lao Chen said, I felt that what Lao Chen said was reasonable, and I put the doubts about his murder behind me.

However, after thinking about it for a while, I asked again: "But why when I checked the news on the Internet, there was no news about the death of the old man. Could it have been erased like this?"

"Then I don't know," Lao Chen shook his head, then thought of something, and added, "But this is normal. After all, it is difficult to explain this kind of thing clearly. The old man is homeless. This is a very serious social problem.

, if it is reported and exaggerated, it will inevitably be criticized by many people. You also know that Internet trolls are sometimes very hateful..."

What Lao Chen said is right. Nowadays, people are under great pressure in life and rely on the Internet to vent their inner pressure. I think the less negative news the better.

Ermiao kept sitting in the back of the car and didn't say anything. I thought he had fallen asleep.

Unexpectedly...

At this time Ermiao suddenly intervened and said: "The old man is the owner of the house. He has never wanted to leave his house. Now he is selling the house. Will he come out and stop us?"

Lao Chen and I looked at each other, and there was a tacit understanding in our eyes...

Ermiao is really two hundred and five!

Do you need to be clear about this kind of thing?

The less we want to hear this, the more he insists on saying this...

Sure enough, after Ermiao finished his remarks, the car instantly became quiet, and no one spoke anymore.

Ermiao felt that the atmosphere was very awkward. He picked his nose and came over to me and Lao Chen and asked: "Ahem, what's wrong? You guys stopped talking. Did I say the wrong thing again?!"

Lao Chen ignored Er Miao and had no choice but to turn on the radio.

Originally, he wanted to find a cross talk channel and listen to cross talk segments to relieve the tense atmosphere.

But after searching for a long time, Lao Guo's "The Case of the Murderous House in Leather Pants Alley" came out from the speakers again...

Old Chen was so angry that he turned off the radio!

hiss……

It feels like something is not good. Why do the same cross talk jokes appear on the radio?

Isn't this too much of a coincidence?

Could it be some kind of bad sign?

well……

At this point, I didn’t think about it anymore, so I leaned back in the chair and started to close my eyes and meditate.

…

Half an hour later, the place arrived.

In fact, this area is full of old buildings, and you can see all kinds of strange small western-style buildings on both sides. Therefore, no matter how you widen the street, it can't get much wider. It can only be very narrow, so Lao Chen had to drive very slowly.

After driving slowly and leisurely for about 10 minutes, Lao Chen parked the car on the side of the road.

"Pony, this is it, let's go in!"

After getting off the bus, I saw an inconspicuous little iron door.

Lao Chen walked over, took out the key and opened the iron lock above.

It gives me the feeling that this door is not the original door. When the road was widened, the wall of the small western-style building must have been retracted a lot, so the original gate and gatehouse no longer exist.

Carrying the trolley suitcase, I followed Lao Chen into the small iron gate.

Ermiao followed us, holding a mobile phone in his hand to record the video, and mumbling, maybe he was live broadcasting.

After entering the small iron gate, the courtyard is very narrow. It can be said that there is almost no courtyard, and the colors of the courtyard walls are different.

This shows that my guess is correct. When the road was built at the entrance, most of the yard was occupied, and the splendor of a warlord's mansion was lost here.

While he was talking, Lao Chen had already stopped at the door of the small foreign-style building. He turned around and said to Ermiao and me: "I didn't go in when I came yesterday, let's go in and take a look together now?"

Looking at this dilapidated small foreign-style building, under the dark sky, it does look a little weird!!!
Chapter completed!