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"Is Lugang's famous saying? Be a boss during the day and sleep on the floor at night. At that time, we all felt that we owe Zhao Fan. After all, I had thought that he would take 900,000 yuan to stop the loss in time. The house price that year increased to 600,000 or 700,000 yuan, and the remaining money for buying a house was enough to make him find a job and do it well. But it turned out to be like that. In order to make less trouble, he was allowed to live in this restaurant, but who would have thought that in 2007, I would go to the store early in the morning in 2007, three years later.

The police came when they saw the shop inside. They insisted on saying that my son, my son Jiahao killed Zhao Fan. How could this happen? I remember that the day before that day was New Year. I was not afraid that Zhao Fan was cold, so I asked Jiahao to send him a bed, quilt and dumplings. Jiahao also thoughtfully brought a bottle of wine and said he would take it to chat with him. See if he could convince Zhao Fan and give him a job." Lao Feng said here, and he cried again.

"What happened later?" Lu Qiao asked.

"Intentional murder, fifteen years. It's just the thirteenth year from 2007 to now, and there are two years left. I've finished my story, and every time I've talked about this story, I can't continue." Old Feng said as he rolled up tears with his sleeves.

"I think your son is innocent. Does his name be Feng Jiahao?" Su Yue asked.

"Old Feng lights his head, and everyone who comes to rent a house says that. But unfortunately, they will cancel the rent within a month of working in the house. Then they say that my son killed Zhao Fan. That's why I tell this story to everyone who comes to rent a house. Let's not mention it, your friends cook delicious?" Lao Feng explained.

"The fried pork is a great choice, and it really has a recipe," Lu Qiao explained.

"It's delicious. I can't spend much money on pension here. The rent is at the current price. The last tenant has been lasting for half a year. It still seems to be 20,000. I charged him 15,000, but I only rented him for half a month and stopped working. I don't know if it's the price. I'm saving this money for my son. I hope he can use it for me to hold on. I only have 15,000 a month, but you have to promise me something." Mr. Feng said.

Su Yue took out her mobile phone at this time and found the information online. In recent years, the store naturally rose. The monthly rent for a small house of 30 square meters is 7,000 yuan. She also found that there was a two-story small bedroom nearby, with the offer price of 30,000 yuan.

"Old Feng, we checked it. A house like yours costs 30,000 yuan a month for five bedrooms. It would be a loss for you to rent it to us for 10,000 yuan. Isn't it a high?" Lu Qiao thought about the old man at this time.

Lao Feng shook his head: "No need to add more money. How did the last tenant talk about it a year ago. I haven't said that what I want you to do, it's no less than this."

"You said that." Lu Qiao said.

"As long as you rent it for a month, you can help me go to the prison to see my son. You can see it too. My restaurant is running for less than two months, and I don't know why, so I fell down from the second floor and felt paralyzed. Without my son, my hotel soon collapsed and I couldn't drive anymore. Later, in 2009, Hui'er couldn't stand it anymore. She thought about her son so tightly and went out for one day. The next day she realized that she had a car accident and left. Jiahao didn't know about this now. When we had time to communicate with each other, I pretended to be Hui'er and myself, and wrote letters to Jiahao every week." Lao Feng said and patted his legs.

When Su Yue and Ling'er heard this, they looked at Lu Qiao and said in a low voice: "Can you have any resentment intensified into evil spirits?"

Lu Qiao lit his head: "Mr. Feng, we promised to rent your restaurant. 15,000 is 15,000, and we will pay 3. We will follow the process. As for your son, I will ask someone to visit him every week. What do you think?"

Mr. Feng nodded: "I am ugly, and I suspect the house is not clean. You can give it a month or a month. If you don't plan to live there, I will give you a refund for you half a month. I am old and I am not confused. Don't worry, the money is saved for my family, but I won't ask for many places."

"Just as we said, if the default is yours," Lu Qiao said.

"You young man is stubborn with me and an old man? You are suffering from the loss if you don't listen to the old man's words." Old Feng smiled and shook his head.

"Then I will bring the contract tomorrow, and then renovate and prepare to open tomorrow?" Lu Qiao looked at Mr. Feng.

Mr. Feng trembled and took out a long string of keys from his pocket: "I'll give you the keys first. The contract that money and you told me will come tomorrow. I'm not afraid that you will run away after you take the keys, because the first three are either missing or broken legs. My story is not in vain. I'm afraid that Zhao Fan is still in the house if he doesn't die."

When Lu Qiao heard this, he realized that Lao Feng in front of him was a good person. He told so many stories just to tell everyone that the house was not safe. Lu Qiao could be considered to be clear about it, so of course he naturally planned to do something.

Lu Qiao grabbed Lao Feng's key and said, "Mr. Feng, since the deal has been completed, then if I send someone to see your Jiahao every week, I will come to see you."

Old Feng smiled: "I hope you have a strong life."

Lu Qiao looked at Lao Feng and understood that Lao Feng was very sensible. If Xiaoyanzi Restaurant was a haunted house, he would have no choice, but at this time, the two Ling'er and Su Yue behind him would definitely have no problem.

Lu Qiao took Ling'er and Su Yue away from the nursing home. Lu Qiao said, "Is the house clean?"

Ling'er naturally spoke, "Old Master Feng said that he fell from the second floor and his body was half-extinguished. I was afraid that if he didn't fall, he might have lost his life."

Su Yue lit her head: "I also suspect that Zhao Fan was in trouble in the hotel after his unjust death."

Lu Qiao lit his head: "Then how will we eliminate evil today, decorate tomorrow, and open business the day after tomorrow?"

Ling'er lighted her head and drove the car, and everyone naturally arrived at the entrance of Xiaoyanzi Restaurant.

Only then did Luqiao understand why he had no impression of Xiaoyanzi Restaurant. He didn't go so far when he was a child.

A bloody incident occurred thirteen years ago. When I had an impression, the place should have no real Xiaoyanzi Restaurant, but it has been in such a dilapidated state. Luqiao was thinking about Mr. Feng’s phone number on it. It was probably the tenants who had been disturbed by generations of people who had been troubled to help Mr. Feng post it. Luqiao stepped forward and opened the door of the Xiaoyanzi Restaurant.

As soon as it was opened, a moldy and smelly smell came out.

Lu Qiao took Ling'er and Su Yue in, and the spider web on the wall had already formed the boss's net.

Lu Qiao found a table and touched it with his fingers, and his fingers were all black.

"This is not like a place that has not been cleaned for half a year. It seems like no one has been here for a year or two." Lu Qiao said as he looked around.
Chapter completed!