"Just seeing it once nearly scared me to death. Do you think I'd dare keep living there? Now I rent a place over here, then go sleep at a friend's house at night." The tall man grimaced. "I came to Han Jiang to make money, but I haven't even found steady work yet, and I'm already on the verge of a breakdown."
"I understand. How about this? I'll come back with you tonight, and we'll take a look at that haunted house." Chen Ge gave all the tenants his phone number. "Go back without worrying tonight. I'll check each room one by one. I hope you'll cooperate."
"Can't you go over there now? To be honest, I really don't dare go into that room at night. Every time I step inside, I feel my heart start to pound, as if someone's watching me." The tall man seemed to have been left with a psychological scar.
"You can wait outside for now. I'll go in with you later." Chen Ge asked in detail about the strange things the tenants had experienced before moving out and wrote them all down. After much coaxing, he finally managed to persuade them to leave.
Looking at the page full of notes, Chen Ge also found it strange.
If none of the tenants were lying, the density of ghosts in this residential area was already comparable to that of his Two-Star Scene at the Haunted House.
Almost every room had something strange happen in it, and all of it was the sort of thing that gave you the creeps—the more you thought about it, the more frightening it became.
"You're really going to refund their money?" The Little Boy's mother poured Chen Ge a cup of tea. "I know you're trying to help me, but I'd