Ancient House
Two community patrol cars drove on the clean and tidy asphalt road within the Guangjiang Residential Area.
"We've arrived at Building A. To our left is the villa area, to our right is also a villa area, and ahead is yet another villa area. There are... well, I don't know the exact number of villas in this area, but there are a lot. They're not for sale yet. What? A few have already been sold? Okay, a few have been sold, but it seems... maybe, probably no one lives there yet."
A manager stood on the front seat of the patrol car and introduced Yang Jian, Zhang Xiangui, and others inside.
"As a manager, doesn't this kind of introduction seem too unprofessional? Our friends are watching, can't you please be a little more professional?"
Zhang Wei looked at the manager; "Dad, can we fire him? I feel ashamed of such an unprofessional manager."
Zhang Xiangui hesitated for a moment and then said, "I'm afraid that won't work."
"Why? Aren't you the boss here? How come you can't fire anyone?" Zhang Wei said. "This makes me lose face in front of Brother Leg."
"Because he's your uncle," Zhang Xiangui said after coughing twice.
"I know, but Dad, if you don't say it, it'll only embarrass Uncle. If you do say it, it will embarrass our whole family," Zhang Wei said.
"..." Zhang Xiangui looked somewhat embarrassed.
Yang Jian sat in the car, looking around, trying to find something amiss.
But it was calm.
"Let's keep going. No need for introductions. Just walk around that area, making sure to pass by every building. I'll try to find something unusual here," he said.
"Okay, okay," Zhang Wei's uncle said somewhat awkwardly.
The residential area is very large.
This is a bit beyond Yang Jian's estimate; at this speed, it would probably take one or two hours to complete a full circle.
However, the thought that 40% of such a large area belonged to me still made me a little excited, like I had become a landlord.
"Brother Leg, have you found anything?" After a long while, Zhang Xiangui couldn't help but ask.
Yang Jian shook his head. "It's normal. As of now, there are no paranormal events here. If there were, I would have some sense of them."
His Ghost Eye can sense the ghosts around him.
Even without relying on Ghost Eye, there's always something abnormal about places where paranormal events occur.
"That's Section D ahead, a housing development under construction. Hopefully, the accident didn't happen there," Zhang Xiangui said.
"Why?" Yang Jian.
Zhang Xiangui said, "Those buildings are all high-rises, sold as ordinary commercial housing. If problems arise and that development is abandoned, the losses will be huge."
Yang Jian looked up and saw that there were indeed rows of very dense high-rise buildings in front of him. Most of them had been completed, and only one project was still under construction, but it had been suspended. Only a few workers were maintaining the operation of the construction site.
After the car drove into this area.
Suddenly.
He sensed something and couldn't help but look at a desolate area overgrown with weeds at the very back of the residential area.
In that desolate place, there were some old buildings, dilapidated wooden houses, and some mud houses that had just been demolished, but one old-fashioned building made of blue bricks with a style reminiscent of the Republic of China era caught his attention.
"Mr. Zhang, what is that area?" Yang Jian asked.
"This should be the land owned by that President Qin. But I remember it used to be a small village with only a dozen or so households. Later, President Qin demolished the land and relocated the people to other places. This should be the land that hasn't been completely demolished yet," Zhang Xiangui said.
"Drive over there and take a look," Yang Jian.
Zhang Xiangui immediately frowned. "Could there be a problem with that area?"
Yang Jian, "There's nothing wrong with that area, but I feel something's off about that house."
He was referring to that old house, which had a Republican-era style.
The two-story house was entirely built of blue bricks. The wooden roof supporting the tiles had rotted and collapsed in large sections, covered with weeds and moss. The walls, however, were densely covered with ivy, its leaves thick and thriving. But because it had been uninhabited for a long time, the surrounding desolation and decay added a touch of gloom to this old Republican-era house.
"There's something wrong with this house." Yang Jian closed his eyes, vaguely sensing a restless energy emanating from the Ghost Eye beneath his skin.
The closer they got, the stronger this feeling of unease became.
Zhang Xiangui then said, "I just asked one of the contractors under President Qin, and he said the reason this piece of land is located here is because the original owner of that house cannot be found. Due to ownership issues, the land has been abandoned and construction has not started."
"Yes, that's the house."
He also pointed to the old house covered with ivy.
"Stop the car," Yang Jian suddenly said.
The car stopped immediately.
"Aren't we going to keep going?" Zhang Xiangui asked.
"There's no need. I'm afraid something might happen if we drive any further," Yang Jian. "I want to know some information about this house, anything at all."
At this moment, he could be absolutely certain.
This house is very unusual.
The unease in the Ghost Eye's eyes grew more pronounced.
"Okay, I'll have someone inquire about it," Zhang Xiangui said.
He immediately ordered his men to find the contractor and workers responsible for demolishing the area.
Yang Jian got out of the car, frowning as he looked at the building from a distance.
He observed carefully.
Soon, they discovered a very strange place.
This house has no windows.
Yes.
There are no windows on either the first or second floor.
No.
It's not that it didn't exist, but rather that it wasn't built at all back then.
Yang Jian even went around the house, but couldn't see a single window on the side.
An old house without windows.
This is clearly illogical.
Every house has windows; this is an architectural style that has existed since ancient times.
Unless the original owner of the house never intended to keep it, but the specific reasons for doing so are probably only known to the first owner of the house.
But that happened Republican Era.
It was over a hundred years ago, so Yang Jian couldn't possibly have asked that question.
"Looking at it for so long? Is that house haunted?" Jiang Yan walked over at this moment, looked around curiously, and then asked in a low voice.
"Most likely." Yang Jian narrowed his eyes. "But to be sure, we'll have to go and see for ourselves."
"Don't look at me, I'm not going with you." Jiang Yan shivered and immediately took several steps back.
Yang Jian, "I didn't ask you to go, Zhang Wei. You'll have to come with me to take a look later."
Zhang Wei is the source, and a ghost has been following him. If you want to resolve this, he must be present.
"No problem." Zhang Wei gave a thumbs up.
At this moment, Zhang Xiangui said, "I had someone inquire about the situation of this building, but I didn't get much information. I contacted a few local residents who were relocated due to the demolition, and all I know is that an old man lived there more than forty years ago. Later, the old man died of illness one winter, and the village helped with the funeral arrangements. After that, the house was locked up and abandoned."
"Did people live here before?" Yang Jian asked in surprise.
"That's right, that's what the local residents who were relocated said, so it can't be wrong," Zhang Xiangui said.
Yang Jian, "Does the old man have no relatives, children, or anything like that?"
"It's been a long time, and the older folks who knew about it have all passed away. The residents who were relocated didn't provide any details either," Zhang Xiangui said, shaking his head.
Many people still remember what happened more than forty years ago; it has not the Forgotten.
But that's all the information that can be traced back to.
"I know, it seems I have to go there myself." Yang Jian's gaze once again fell on the old house from the Republican Era.