[I was not at the scene at the time. I received a call from my dad and realized that such a thing happened.

He went home very late for this matter that day. After coming back, he told us that the police found the key that fell into the room and soon caught the previous tenant.

The one who killed the neighbor's grandfather should be the ex-tenant. After he returned the rent, he left the key and gave us the keys. The police also found some stolen goods in the room. The man might be a thief. After stealing the thing, he temporarily hid the thing in the room. What is the specific situation will only be known after the police have finished interrogating it.

The neighbor's grandfather may have broken this matter and had a conflict with him. After all, he is old and dies like that.

But my dad said that things might not be that simple. The neighbors and grandpa they saw were lying on the bed, looking very calm, just like they were asleep. After they entered, they did not see any traces of fighting. However, they were not policemen, and they might have preconceived ideas.

The neighborhood committee contacted the family of my neighbor's grandfather. He had divorced his wife for many years. His wife was still there and had children. He was in the local area, but he had almost no contact. The police also contacted them. My father saw the son of his neighbor's grandfather at the police station. He was about the same age as my father. Perhaps because he had no feelings, he knew that his neighbor's grandfather died or died in someone else's house. He was not in any mood and did not cause trouble for our family.

This is the follow-up to the house.

Now the house not only has a strange smell, but also because of this case, it cannot be rented out for the time being, and it will be difficult to rent it out in the future. The house can be regarded as a haunted house. The neighbors around are very uneasy, and they ask my father to ask someone to do more rituals openly and secretly. They also want the son of the neighbor grandfather to ask someone to do rituals and send them away, but that person seems not going to hold a funeral for his neighbor grandfather.

Another thing I want to contribute is the bag of corpses picked up by my son-in-law before.

This time, my father happened to go to the police station and made some records. He took the opportunity to ask about the previous case. The police officers who investigated the two cases were not the same group, but they were all colleagues in the same office and knew a little about the progress of the case.

They already had suspects in that case and were arrested. The case will probably be solved soon.

My mother meant that this house should be sold as soon as possible. If you can’t sell it, just donate it. There are too many things.

My grandfather also thinks that this will not work, otherwise he will donate it in the name of his aunt or aunt, and he will do whatever he wants. We should stop getting involved in our family.

My dad is contacting someone now and hopes to donate the house.

After donating it, this matter probably ends here for our family. It may be like many circulating ghost stories, without an ending, and it is an incredible thing that happened in a period of time. Except for the parties involved, it is impossible for anyone to know what happened at that time. My son-in-law and neighbors cannot tell us what they encountered.

Of course, after the murderer is caught, the truth will be revealed. At that time, it has nothing to do with supernatural powers, it is just an ordinary murder case.]

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Ya LOVE heart: [I actually heard similar stories, but just like what the PO Lord said in the end, I only heard of some of them. Maybe what I heard of is an ordinary case, just like the PO Lord. Because I only know some of them, I think things are weird. This world is still scientific.]

Mr. Zhang in the square: [It is a good idea for the PO owner to decide to donate that room. However, it is recommended that the PO owner do a few more rituals for the house before donating. From the time when the PO owner's son-in-law picked up the bag of corpses, filth appeared in the room. Two elderly people died one after another, aggravated this filth. Even if there are no ghosts, the people living there will be bad luck.]

Planet Roaming 001: [I feel there will be a new follow-up. Come on, editor.]

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After Cen Jia posted the comments, he became interested. He felt that the editor who talked about strange stories was not outstanding in writing stories, but this new story reminded him of many contents of haunted house horror movies.

He is also a person who has read countless movies. He immediately searched for a special introduction to horror movies online and was preparing to find one to review.

After turning around for a few pages, Cen Jia's cell phone rang.

The call was a strange mobile phone number. Cen Jia did not refuse to answer it. He had the habit of shopping online and ordering takeout. He just ordered a midnight snack before browsing Weibo. Although the time was wrong now - it was not just placing an order, the store might call and say that it was missing a certain dish, nor could it be that the express delivery had already arrived in the community but could not find the house number - but Cen Jia still answered the call without hesitation.

As soon as the phone was connected, Cen Jia heard a strange voice and said in a daze: "The room in your house--"

beep.

Before Cen Jia could say anything, the phone was hung up.

He was stunned for a moment before remembering that the sentence was the content of the story he had just seen.

Cen Jia was a little stunned when he looked at the end of the call.

This was indeed a strange call. After reading Weibo, he didn't tell anyone, but just posted a comment.

Thinking of this, Cen Jia opened Weibo again and looked at his comment.

"Planet Roaming 001" is his Weibo nickname. The friends list are all classmates and friends in life, and there are a few netizens. The following list is very complicated, including games, animation, news, and bloggers like strange stories, all of whom are following accounts.

He received no new news in his account.

Cen Jia also opened the new story of strange stories and found that sentence.

At this moment, Cen Jia thought of a lot of things in his mind.

He thought of all the phones being hacked, some ghosts targeted him, and some people doing evil deeds... He also thought of the hot searches that were previously on the strange story.

In early winter, Cen Jia didn't feel cold at home, but now she was shivering.

The knock on the door rang at this moment.

Cen Jia was startled and looked at the door in horror.

"Take-out!" The person outside knocked on the door a few more times.

Cen Jia sighed and hurried to the door.

He paused for a second when he opened the door. He opened the door directly to welcome the takeaway, but this time he took a look at Maoyan.

The small man standing at the door was wearing a helmet, a takeaway uniform, and a plastic bag in his hand. He knocked on the door again, shouting, and looking down at his cell phone, as if he wanted to make a call.

Cen Jia's cell phone also rang at this time.

The caller ID is a string of strange numbers.

The deliveryman at the door also stuck his phone in his ear.

Cen Jia breathed a sigh of relief and wanted to refuse to answer the phone. When he opened the door directly, he saw the time displayed on his phone.

It was only fifteen minutes after he placed an order.

It was not the first time he ordered food at that restaurant, and he knew very well when he ordered takeout.

Cold sweat broke out from Cen Jia's back, and amid the continuous ringtone of the phone, he clicked the rejection button.

The ringtone stopped, and there was no knocking or shouting outside the door.

Cen Jia glanced at Maoyan and saw the deliveryman lowering his hand, lowering his head, and standing at the door of his house without moving.

Cen Jia took a step back and clicked on the call record.

The latest two phone calls are listed at the top, allowing you to see the same number at a glance.

Cen Jia's hands trembled, and at this time he felt a sense of fear that he had never seen in his life.

He wanted to tell himself that this was a misunderstanding.

Maybe he heard the previous call wrong, and the deliveryman didn't say that at all; maybe today's delivery is faster, the store prepared the meal in advance, and the deliveryman happened to be nearby... There are many scientific coincidences that can explain the situation he encountered.

Cen Jia thought about this and couldn't help but approach the door again.

He approached the cat and looked out the door.

The one standing outside the door was no longer a deliveryman in uniform.

A woman with long hair stood outside, lowering her head, unable to see her face.

Cen Jia's screams that surged to his throat were covered by him.

He hurriedly retreated, and was so panicked that he was at a loss.

He felt his heartbeat that was about to break through his chest.

In this heartbeat, he heard footsteps.

The familiar hurried footsteps were accompanied by the same familiar sound of plastic bag friction. Cen Jia even heard a man's muttering in these sounds: "703,703..."
Chapter completed!