Xiong Jiancheng took out a bunch of keys from his trouser pocket, selected them for a while, and tried a few before opening the door.

"Sorry, I haven't been here for a long time." He turned the doorknob and said to Gu Chuan apologetically.

Gu Chuan waved his hand and followed him into the door without saying anything.

The door is a painted red solid wood door, about five or six feet high. Gu Chuan had to bend down to enter.

As soon as he entered the door and stepped in, there was a burst of dust on the ground. Xiong Jiancheng coughed a few times, swept his hands in front of him, and introduced to Gu Chuan behind him: "Our house is not big, but it is small.

Furniture, kitchen and bathroom are all provided, which is enough for you to live alone."

Gu Chuan looked around and thought to himself, the decoration in this room is quite good, simple but practical.

When you enter the door, you can see a small wooden table next to the window on the left. The window is covered with iron guardrails. The sunlight from outside shines in through the window and falls scatteredly on the table. Looking diagonally across is the gate of the nursing home.

Next to the wooden table is a half-person-high locker with a few scattered books and a frog alarm clock on it. There is a door in front of the wooden table, and there is the kitchen.

There is a small corridor between the kitchen and the bedroom, and the toilet is at the end.

You can get an overview of the layout at a glance.

For Gu Chuan, as long as he can live there, there are no big requirements.

There is a four-meter-wide space on the right for walking around. There is a wall on the far side, but there is also a door.

Go out and turn left to reach the basement, where sundries are stored.

The door was locked, and the lock was rusty.

He couldn't help but be curious.

Xiong Jiancheng explained that the basement was basically abandoned and there were so many things in it that people could easily bump into it when walking in. Therefore, it was locked for safety.

In fact, you can go there by walking outside, but it's locked to avoid unnecessary trouble.

Gu Chuan nodded thoughtfully and retracted his thoughts.

Looking at the flattering look on Xiong Jiancheng's face, he probably had a hard time waiting for him as a tenant, so he answered everything he asked in a thorough manner.

Gu Chuan looked around and Xiong Jiancheng had already prepared the rental contract.

He put it on the table and crossed his hands, "No problem, let's sign the contract first."

Gu Chuan walked over, picked up the contract and took a look. The minimum rent was three months. After thinking about it carefully, there was nothing wrong with it, so he took the pen he handed and signed his name.

During the conversation, Gu Chuan asked casually: "When did your last tenant leave?"

He looked at this house and found that no one had lived in it for at least half a year. There was a layer of dust on the cabinets. He thought it was because of those rumors that it had been vacant for so long.

Xiong Jiancheng took the contract from Gu Chuan and closed it without even looking at it.

"About five or six months. I want a sports car, so I don't have time to come and take care of this house. That's why you see it like this. Please bear with me."

Xiong Jiancheng was extremely polite both inside and outside his words.

Gu Chuan took out his cell phone and checked the time. It was still early, so he took out a stool, wiped it clean and sat next to Xiong Jiancheng, and asked about the haunted house.

Xiong Jiancheng was taken aback and said, didn't he just say that now that the contract was signed, why did he ask about it again? He took the contract on the table in his hand, as if he thought Gu Chuan would break the contract.

Gu Chuan didn't know whether to laugh or cry. He was not a fool. After listening to Xiong Jiancheng's words, he felt that the matter must be unusual. If it was just these small things, how could it be possible to persuade so many tenants to evict? It would be strange if there was no mystery in it.

He didn't beat around the bush and asked him directly if something strange had happened, so there weren't many tenants.

Seeing his hesitant look, Gu Chuan pointed at the contract impatiently and said, "Don't worry, it's written in black and white. How can I break the contract?"

Xiong Jiancheng waited for a long time before he opened his mouth and said, "This matter is a bit troublesome to talk about."

Logically speaking, how could a normal person think about ghosts over something as trivial as a leaking house? Even if there were inexplicable shadows, they would only think of them as the shadows of the trees outside. What they are afraid of is actually the location of the house.

Location?

Gu Chuan saw Xiong Jiancheng looking out of the window. Diagonally across the street, an old man in work clothes walked past. He squatted down tremblingly.

As the iron door opened with a click, old men in twos and threes staggered out with sticks in their hands.

It's activity time now.

"You mean in a nursing home?"

Xiong Jiancheng's eyes seemed to be covered with gray fog, and he said in a low voice: "Yes, they are actually afraid of this nursing home."

This nursing home is haunted!

Tenants always say that they often hear the sound of clanging chains coming from the nursing home late at night. The sound rings and stops for a while in the dark night.

One of my tenants told me that she was a light sleeper and couldn't sleep because of the noise, so she ran out and knocked on the iron door.

She was wearing a thick pajamas, got into the cold wind alone, and walked straight to the door. She was sure that no one was outside at the time.

So I thought it was the people in the nursing home who were up to something.

So she held her breath and ran to knock on the locked iron door.

Bang bang bang... bang bang bang, knocking, knocking, suddenly, her eyes saw the two small locked doors inside the iron door.

The anger was extinguished immediately, and I even broke out in a cold sweat.

A chill hit her forehead from head to toe, and she suddenly realized what she was doing. She was so frightened that she quickly ran back to the house.

Hearing this, Gu Chuan asked curiously, had she discovered something?

Xiong Jiancheng shook his head and showed a scary expression, "Oh, she didn't find anything. It was just that sound. The sound she made when she knocked on the door was the noise she just made that kept her awake."

It was midnight at that time, late autumn.

The cold wind is howling, and the bones of young people can't stand it. There are all old people here. Who would come knocking on this door and keep it going for so long.

Especially when she saw the empty hall, the doors on both sides were locked, there was no one inside, and where was the person near her?

The old people are all in their rooms. What do you think is knocking on the door?

According to her, at that moment, all kinds of monsters and ghosts popped out of her mind.

You said, it's okay if someone plays a prank on you.

As soon as she entered the door, the clanging sound sounded again. Oops, the child was so frightened that she leaned against the window to take a look.

Unexpectedly, I actually saw a thin old man with gray hair standing up high, banging his head against the door again and again, as if sensing someone was looking at him, the man turned his head around, tut-tut, his face full of eyes,

Densely crowded on that face.

Later, she hurriedly ran back to the bedroom, huddled up on the quilt, and stayed awake all night.

She moved out the next day. She was still a student, her contract hadn't expired yet, and she didn't have much money. She would rather not have the several hundred yuan deposit than move back at all.

Xiong Jiancheng sighed, and Gu Chuan couldn't help complaining in his heart, "What the hell do you have to sigh about? You still picked up hundreds of dollars for nothing!"

Mainly, there is more than one such thing.

"What? It's more than the few hundred yuan?" Gu Chuan asked in surprise. At this time, the two of them heard the sound of ambulances coming from outside.

They hurried to the window and saw several doctors and nurses rushing in carrying a stretcher.

What's happening outside?

Xiong Jiancheng realized something was wrong and rushed out in a hurry. Gu Chuan stared out the window and saw several older staff pushing the old people into the iron door.

Those people all wore white coats, and the only difference from the medical staff was that the words "Songshan Nursing Home" were printed on them.

No way, something happened right after you arrived?

So just to watch the excitement, he ran out.

He happened to see a few strong men running past him carrying a stretcher. Lying on the stretcher was an old man, wearing yellow and blue work clothes. Isn't he the same old man sitting on the bench in a daze that he saw when he first entered the community?

His hands were frozen in mid-air and seemed unable to bend. His face twitched and his mouth was crooked, resembling the symptoms of an acute cerebral infarction. His head was tilted towards Gu Chuan, his eyes were wide open, and a large piece of skin was broken on his head.

, a steady stream of blood flowed from his head.

Gu Chuan was surprised to find that the hands he held up had only three fingers.

At this time, several staff members at Songshan Nursing Home were talking loudly, and Gu Chuan raised his head and looked over.

"Oh, Old Man Liu is the same. He's so old and he's been busy since he got up at five in the morning. That's great. He only took a short break before he fell ill." She was a young woman, who looked to be in her early thirties.

She still had a bowl in her hand, as if she had just come out of the cafeteria.

"How long have you been here? I don't know what's normal. Old Man Liu has worked in this nursing home for fifty or sixty years. He is used to it. He has no children and treats this place as his own. Don't underestimate him. He has been here for so many years.

This is how I got through it, hey, it’s also my fate. Whatever happens, you will suffer.” This is an aunt who is nearly fifty years old, with short hair, and one or two strands of silver are slightly visible.

"Come on, you just work in a nursing home! Is it necessary to work so hard? Return home? Why not go to the crematorium next door? After all, there is a one-stop service after death! If you have money, you can also hire someone to come.

I'm mourning for you. Money is always good these days. He's dragging his crippled hands. Who needs him? If I ask him to carry the body, I don't think he can lift it."

This woman has a sharp mouth, a bloated body, and her face seems to be covered with lard, which is all greasy. She wears the same clothes as the young woman, with a pair of white stockings on her legs, but the elephant legs are holding up

The stockings looked like they were about to be ripped apart.

The words were actually mean and sarcastic, directed at the two people around him.

"Look at you, tsk tsk, and you still talk about others. Look at your face. You have a wide face and a flat nose. You are obviously only thirty years old, but you frown all day long, looking like an old man. You can tell that you have worked hard, and you said

Where is someone else!"
To be continued...