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Quickly, the man found a massage chair on a second-hand store's website. The image on the screen displayed a Deep Black massage chair, its lines sleek and elegant, with wide and sturdy armrests. Under the light, it even had a faint dark red trim, exuding a subtle yet stable aura. Although there were some signs of wear visible on the surface—certain areas of the leather slightly faded and a few small creases along the edges of the cushion—the overall condition appeared to be quite well-maintained, with no obvious damage or peeling.
He stared at the product page, scrolling down to examine the features of the massage chair—
“Multi-stage simulated massage, deep tissue lumbar kneading, leg air pressure relaxation, full-body heating function…”
It had all the necessary features! It even boasted being a "premium flagship model," originally priced at NT$ 39,800, and now listed for…
NT$ 5,888.
“Oh my God, this price… isn’t this a steal?”
His heart raced as his eyes widened slightly, his finger pausing on the screen. This price felt like a gift from above; just over five thousand was far lower than he had anticipated. Just the heating function alone was worth it! He could almost picture himself ordering it and having the chair moved into his home. After work, he could simply lie back and enjoy total relaxation, banishing all his back pain…
But his rationality hadn’t been completely overwhelmed by this price. A moment later, a flicker of caution arose in his mind—
“Wait, this price is too low.”
A high-end massage chair originally priced at nearly forty thousand now going for only NT$ 5,888 was an astonishing drop. Was there something wrong with it?
He began to scroll through the seller's description to see if there were any hidden issues. “Mechanical faults? Leather damage? Malfunctioning features?” But nothing was mentioned in the listing; the seller simply wrote: “Used for two years, in good condition, selling cheap due to moving—price negotiable.”
“Two years? Selling after just two years?”
The man frowned. Such items should theoretically last for several years. Could it be that this chair had some hidden problems? Or was the seller’s reason for moving just an excuse—was there something strange about this chair that made them want to get rid of it quickly?
His fingertips lightly tapped on his phone screen as he fell into a brief hesitation. “The price is so good, but it makes one wonder—could this be a trap?”
But soon enough, his rationality was defeated by the allure of “cheap.”
**What does it matter? Over five thousand, I might as well buy it and take a look, right?** If there are minor issues, I can always get it repaired. It’s not like I’m really going to buy a **haunted Massage Chair**, right?
The man gritted his teeth and decisively pressed the "Contact Seller" button, preparing to discuss the transaction details.
He stared at his phone screen, pondering for a moment, then quickly typed out a message in a straightforward tone:
**"What is the condition of this Massage Chair? Is the mechanism functioning properly? Are there any broken parts or areas that need repair?"**
After sending the message, he leaned back on the sofa, unconsciously tapping his fingers lightly on the back of his phone, feeling a bit anxious. **It’s so cheap; it just feels suspicious.** Usually, sellers of such low-priced items only say nice things, hiding problems in the details, waiting for buyers to discover the pitfalls once they take it home.
However, to his surprise, not long after he sent the message, he received a reply so quickly that it made him wonder if the seller had been staring at their phone.
**"Hello, this Massage Chair is in great condition; all functions are working properly with no faults. It has been well maintained during use. I’m selling it because I don’t have enough space at home; there are absolutely no issues."**
**This response sounds too perfect.**
The man frowned and coldly chuckled to himself, thinking this was just standard seller talk. Just these few sentences were not enough to put his mind at ease. He leaned back against the sofa, staring at his phone screen, contemplating how to further test the seller's sincerity.
Just as he was about to ask for more details, the seller sent another message—
**"If you’re worried, you can come to my shop to try it out first. Once you confirm there are no issues, you can decide whether to buy it and take it home right away."**
The man paused for a moment, a glimmer of interest flashing in his eyes. This was… somewhat sincere.
**Don’t most sellers just want to get rid of their stock quickly? Who would willingly let someone try it out?** If the seller was willing to let him experience it on-site, that at least indicated that this Massage Chair probably wasn’t completely useless scrap metal; otherwise, wouldn’t letting buyers try it out just invite trouble?
He stroked his chin thoughtfully and considered that this proposal was indeed good. At least he could personally verify the product and wouldn’t be blindly deceived by photos or written descriptions. **Besides, his back still ached faintly; having a chance to try lying down wouldn’t be a loss.**
He quickly replied to the other party:
"Alright, may I ask where the shop is? I'll find a time to come by and take a look."
After sending the message, he stared at the screen, waiting for the Seller's address. He thought to himself that this Massage Chair deal might actually work out.
A few days later, at the agreed time, Lin Zhao Cheng started his car and slowly drove towards the location he had arranged with the Seller. His hands gripped the steering wheel as he focused intently on the navigation, following the directions. The streets of the city were still familiar, bustling with traffic and pedestrians hurrying across the road at every traffic light. These sights brought him comfort; after all, this was his daily environment—orderly and predictable, with little chance of any surprises.
However, as he drove further away, the scenery began to grow unfamiliar. Tall buildings gradually gave way to shorter houses, and the bright lights of shops became sparse, replaced by quiet residences and small factories that looked forlorn. The spaces between homes widened, and occasionally he spotted a few Iron Sheds cluttered with unknown items outside. The streetlights became fewer, casting an eerie quiet over the entire road.
Lin Zhao Cheng couldn't help but frown. Although he had known that such prices wouldn't be found in large appliance stores in the city center, he hadn't expected the location to be this remote. He slowed down, scanning the surroundings and realizing there were hardly any houses left; the buildings along the way appeared old and dilapidated. Some storefronts looked abandoned, with weathered "For Rent" signs hanging on their doors—clearly long out of business.
"How did I end up so far away...?"
He glanced at the navigation and saw that there were still less than five kilometers to his destination. While this place no longer resembled a typical shopping area, upon reflection, such prices indeed seemed unlikely to appear in a legitimate supermarket. It must be some kind of small Second-Hand Electronics Store or a private warehouse-style market that used low prices to attract buyers like him.
"Well... that does make sense,"
he reassured himself as he continued into this quiet suburb. Although a hint of doubt lingered in his mind, he didn't feel truly scared. After all, he was just there to check out a Massage Chair; it shouldn't be anything serious. Still... why did this place increasingly resemble settings from movies where strange events occur?
He shook his head, dismissing these irrational thoughts and focusing on the road ahead. In just a few minutes, he would see what that "shop" actually looked like.
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