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Chapter 50: Haunted
Then I saw the Old Man calculating again and directly said, "That bra of yours was given to you by someone else, right?"
Hearing this, I was instantly stunned again. How could he even calculate that?
However, the woman hurriedly nodded in surprise, "Master, you are amazing. The bra I’m wearing was indeed given to me by someone else."
The Old Man calculated again, then stroked his beard and slowly said, "Miss, if I’m not mistaken, that bra was definitely given to you by a man, not a woman."
The woman nodded repeatedly in astonishment. At this moment, the Old Man proudly stroked his beard and said, "This is an ominous sign; it will bring you disaster!"
The woman asked why. The Old Man replied that the man who gave her the bra, if he wasn't mistaken, must be a married man. If she continued to associate with him, it would surely lead to disaster; she should remember his words.
After hearing this, the woman glanced back at the luxury car waiting for her and then nodded at the Old Man, looking quite convinced. She even thanked the Old Man for his warning. Then she left a few bills and didn’t get into the luxury car but directly hailed a taxi and left.
The Old Man took the bills and turned to me with a smug smile that was hard to miss, making me roll my eyes.
This guy was truly a fraud. First of all, from the woman's attire and her first response, it was clear she wasn't a good person. The Old Man guessed that her bra was likely given by someone else; when she confirmed it was indeed given by someone else, it meant it could only be a man. Moreover, the person driving that luxury car must be a successful man; such people couldn’t be too young, so they were likely married. Who exactly did he think he was fooling? He really could deceive anyone.
I sighed and turned my head away, no longer wanting to engage with the Old Man. What surprised me was that I ended up associating with such a charlatan later on. But that’s another story for later.
Just then, someone suddenly shouted, "The city management is here!" Everyone quickly rolled up their stalls and ran away in a hurry. Especially the Old Man next to me; when he ran, he didn’t look like a sixty or seventy-year-old at all—he was like a lively young man. In the blink of an eye, he disappeared without a trace.
I had heard that the city management was quite formidable; if caught by them, stalls would be overturned and people might not fare well either. So seeing everyone run away, I hurriedly grabbed my bundle and ran.
But for some reason, among all those fleeing stall owners, one city management officer just had to focus on me and shouted at me to stop: "You scammer fortune-teller! You can’t escape!"
I cursed that city management officer's ancestors in my heart. I hadn’t even made any business yet; why did he have to target me? I didn’t know whether it was his bad luck or mine—he didn’t chase after those who made money but chose to pursue me instead. Didn’t he know I was broke? Even if he caught me, I wouldn’t be able to pay any fines; in the end, wasn’t that just a waste of his effort?
Although I thought this way in my heart, I still had to run because not being able to pay fines might get me detained as a scammer.
That city management officer looked fierce and intimidating with his chubby figure; there was no way he could catch up with me. Soon enough, I had left him several hundred meters behind. However, because I kept glancing back over my shoulder, I didn’t notice a small car suddenly darting out in front of me and nearly hit me.
The man in the car immediately got out and pointed at me, cursing, asking if I was blind, if I wanted to die, and why I was rushing like I was trying to reincarnate.
I pointed to the city management officers chasing after me and said, "I'm running a Fortune-Telling Booth and being chased by them, so I didn't notice your car. I'm sorry."
After saying that, I was about to continue running when the driver suddenly called out to me, asking if I could tell fortunes.
I nodded, and then he asked if I could catch ghosts.
I nodded again but didn't want to hear him talk more because the city management officers were about to catch up.
I said, "Don't ask anymore; I have to run." The man replied, "You don't need to run; just get in my car!"
I thought I misheard him at first, but seeing his serious expression and looking back at the city management officers, I hurriedly got into his car without declining. The man stepped on the gas, and soon we saw the city management officer squatting behind the car's rear, cursing in frustration.
Having finally shaken off the city management officers, I thanked the man driving the Luxury Car and told him he could stop; they wouldn't chase us anymore.
The man slowly parked the car and then asked me, "Can you really catch ghosts?"
I said that if there were really ghosts, I could try my best to resolve it. However, I was also curious as to why he kept asking me this question.
After hearing this, he said, "To be honest, I'm in Real Estate Business. A few years ago, I built a Building, but it's been haunted ever since. I invested over a hundred million into it, but now, after several years, not only has it not sold, but it hasn't even been rented out. That's all my life savings! If Master can help me resolve the haunting issue of the Building, you would be my great benefactor. I will definitely not treat you poorly."
Upon hearing this, I became interested—not because of the benefits he promised but because of what he said about the Building. So I asked him to explain what he meant by it being haunted; if I had that ability, of course, I wouldn't refuse.
The man quickly nodded and said there was a restaurant not far ahead with decent food. He suggested we order a few dishes there and discuss further.
I nodded; it seemed this person was indeed a businessman who didn't forget to treat me well even when discussing such matters. Perhaps he thought that would motivate me to help him more earnestly!
Before long, he brought me to a relatively upscale restaurant where he booked a private room and ordered several dishes and drinks before finally telling me about his Building.
It turned out that this man named Zhu Yifang was a local real estate developer with considerable wealth and influence in the area. Three years ago, he purchased a piece of land at a high price in the city center and invested in building an Office Building.
Originally, with property prices skyrocketing over the past few years, this investment should have made him a lot of money. However, what he didn't expect was that shortly after the Building was completed, there was a death associated with it.
Not long after the Building was completed—due to its prime location—companies began renting office space there. Soon enough, Mr. Zhu's office building was nearly fully rented out. However, shortly thereafter, for reasons unknown, one female employee from one of the companies tragically died inside the office building by hanging herself.
Not long after this incident, anyone who worked late into the night could hear a mournful crying sound coming from the corridor, which sent chills down their spine!
At first, someone even went out of the office to check the corridor, but saw nothing. However, as soon as they returned to the office, that sorrowful crying would start again. At that time, since there had just been an incident of a woman hanging herself, it was natural for everyone to think it was the ghost of that woman crying, which terrified everyone. Soon, rumors spread that the building was haunted.
But that wasn't the end of it. Shortly after the girl hung herself, an employee from a company on the top floor brought a five or six-year-old girl into the office building. The little girl ran around everywhere in the office, hiding here and there. So someone asked her, "Little girl, why are you always hiding and seeking here?"
The little girl replied, "I'm playing hide and seek with a Big Sister."
Everyone found it strange because they were all working and no one was playing hide and seek with this little girl. So someone asked her again, "Where is the Big Sister you mentioned? How come we haven't seen her?"
At that moment, the little girl pointed right in front of her and said, "The Big Sister is right here; she's smiling at you."
Everyone broke out in a cold sweat because there was nothing where the little girl pointed; it was completely empty. Where could this Big Sister be?
At this point, everyone was frightened, and the child's mother was also terrified. She scolded her daughter for talking nonsense and hit her, telling her to sit quietly in the reception room and not go anywhere.
In the end, no one knew if they were too focused on work or what happened, but somehow that little girl ran out of the reception room and went straight to the rooftop. She ultimately fell from above, landing headfirst and smashing her head open, with brain matter splattered everywhere…
From then on, every night in that building, not only could people hear a woman crying in the corridor, but also sounds similar to "head hitting the ground" coming from above the ceiling on every floor: thud… thud…
That sound of a head hitting the floor would grow louder as it approached. When it got close enough to be directly above someone's head, a little girl's voice would ring out as if she were playing hide and seek. In a mournful tone, she would say: "Is anyone there? I found you…"
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