There were three rooms on the first floor.
The doorknob of two of the rooms was already covered in dust, which meant that these two rooms were probably unoccupied.
Although there was no dust on the doorknob of one of the doors, the peephole was blocked, as if the residents inside did not want to see the people in the corridor.
As night fell, the voice-activated lights in the corridor began to light up naturally.
At this time, normal residents should have already gotten off work. If they had not returned home by now, then the house should basically be empty.
It was hard to imagine that there would be such a large number of empty houses in a quasi-first-tier metropolis.
However, after thinking about it, it made sense. After all, the location of this community was too remote, and the transportation was not convenient. If they rented a house here, even going to work would become difficult.
There was a medium-sized ceramic jar in the corridor on the second floor. It seemed to be filled with something. An Che looked inside slightly.
There were traces of water in the ceramic jar. The surroundings were dilapidated, and a sour smell assaulted his face.
"A pickled cabbage jar?"
In the past, there was indeed a habit of putting pickled vegetables in the corridor in the north.
However, as society progressed, this was no longer allowed.
However, in such a small district with weak property management, such a scene actually appeared. The entire corridor smelled bad.
It was hard to imagine that a five or six-year-old girl would actually live in such an environment.
An Che suddenly remembered that today was not the weekend. Normally, a girl of her age would have gone to kindergarten, but it was obvious.
She didn't have that condition.
The guardian did not care about her safety at all and even let him run around the neighborhood.
If he was a human trafficker, he could easily kidnap the little girl.
Two of the three floors were occupied, 301 and 303.
The two rooms were opposite each other.
At the same time, An Che also noticed that there was a small Bagua mirror hanging above Room 301. This mirror was reflecting Room 303.
The Eight Trigrams Mirror was divided into three types, the concave mirror and the flat mirror.
Amongst them, a concave mirror was usually used to block evil spirits, a concave mirror was usually used to gather wealth, and a flat mirror was usually used to illuminate people.
There was a protruding Bagua mirror on the door, which meant that this Bagua mirror was very likely to be used to block evil spirits.
In that case, someone should have died in Room 303.
Based on the information given by the mission and the conversation he heard in the echo just now, the little girl should be staying in room 303.
An Che noticed that the peephole in Room 303 was not blocked, which meant that the people in the room could see the corridor.
Just like that, An Che went up to the fourth floor and took out the key to Room 403.
He happened to live upstairs in Room 303.
Pushing open the door, the room was fully furnished and the floor was clean. It was obvious that this family had cleaned the house carefully before they left.
This way, it would be easier to rent out the house.
An Che used the Echo skill in the room to see if he could find any clues.
However, there was not much supernatural aura in the room.
The effect of Backtrack Echo was limited. Only the conversation between the original owners of the room was replayed.
"Are you hitting the child downstairs again?" A woman's voice appeared out of thin air.
"What mistake can a five or six-year-old girl make? Wasn't he just bullying her for not having parents?”A male voice replied.
"Since they don't like this child so much, why are they fighting for custody of her?”
"That's obvious. It's because of the house.”
"Poor child, let's move out. I've had enough of this neighborhood…"
Judging from the voices, it was a man and a woman.
They had already decided to move out of this neighborhood, which was why this room was rented out.
An Che looked at the time. It was six o'clock in the evening and the sun had just set.
Since there was nothing else to do for the time being, An Che returned to the corridor and headed upstairs to check on the situation of the entire building.
The entire fifth floor was empty. No one lived there.
There was a small paper figurine stuck to the door of Room 603 on the sixth floor, and it emitted a strange aura.
There were two pieces of talisman paper beside the paper man, and the talisman paper was suppressed by a pagoda-like thing.
These things seemed to have some use. At least to An Che, he could feel some unusual power surrounding him.
"Could the owner of this house be a Taoist priest?”
Although the main force to deal with ghosts in the world at this stage was mainly ghost masters, some folk masters also had their own methods.
As An Che was reading, the door suddenly opened. A hunchbacked old man in his sixties walked out of the room.
"Young man, what are you looking at?"
"Oh, nothing much. I think the paper figurine at your door is quite interesting.”
"Oh."
" Oh," the old man replied. He looked at An Che attentively as if he had seen something.
"Young man, you're a little different.”
"What do you mean?" An Che's interest was piqued by his words and he looked up at the old man.
"Are you from the government?"
"I'm not."
The old man nodded.
"This neighborhood isn't peaceful, especially in this building. It's dark, so it's best not to walk around outside.”
The old man was probably a master, as he seemed to have noticed the supernatural aura surrounding An Che.
"What happened to the family in Room 303 of this building?”
An Che did not want to beat around the bush and asked the old man directly. After all, this old man was the only person in the entire building who spoke to him other than the little girl.
"There was a family of three living in Room 303. A few years ago, their parents suddenly passed away.”
"Did he die of natural causes?"
"No, he said that he committed suicide by taking poison because he went bankrupt.”The old man's tone was noncommittal.
"What do you think?"
"Who knows? The most terrifying thing in this world is the human heart. It's just that I pity that family's child."
The old man sighed deeply and didn't want to say anything more.
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