Mu Qiu thought that he had done it secretly and no one knew about it. Besides, it had been so long, how could his father know the truth?
Who told him?
How did that person know?
At this time, the agent suddenly called and said that a buyer wanted to see the house.
The reason why I decided to sell the house was, firstly, that it was really a luxury to live alone in such a big house, and secondly, the house was too big and I needed to hire a maid to clean it, which was also a small extra expense.
Of course, Mu Qiu wasn't short of money, and none of this was the fundamental reason she decided to sell the house. The real reason was that living in this house made her constantly restless and sleepless, and her body would definitely not be able to handle it any longer. Furthermore, because she felt guilty, she still didn't dare go upstairs.
Zijing Capital, built sixteen years ago, is considered one of Wangdong City's older villa communities. Despite its age, it remains a popular property due to its prime location, beautiful and quiet neighborhood, and timeless design.
Mu Qiu just asked an agent to sell his house a few days ago, and someone took a fancy to it today.
After hanging up the phone, Mu Qiu hurriedly drove home and personally entertained the buyer.
The buyer was a businessman who had just returned from abroad. He was attracted by Mu Qiu's house, but he had also heard about what had happened to the owners of the Mu family during this period and believed that it was a haunted house.
Isn’t it true? Within just a few months, the male owner was sentenced to death, the female owner died suddenly of a cerebral hemorrhage, and the only daughter also suffered from a heart disease.
No matter how you look at it, this house is haunted.
The price of a single-family villa in Zijing Capital was no less than 40 million. In the past, the Mu family villa would have sold for 60 million. Mu Qiu knew that his house would be difficult to sell, so he didn't ask for a high price, only 50 million.
The buyer told Mu Qiu, "Ms. Mu, this house is unlucky. It has bad feng shui and is even considered a haunted house. But I have a strong fire element and can calm down a haunted house. Can you give me a discount of a few million on the price?"
Mu Qiu's eyebrows twitched slightly. Who gave him the face to ask her to reduce the price by several million right away?
Mu Qiu could have opened the door and sent people away, but...
"Forty-five million cannot be any less. Forget about selling it." Mu Qiu just wanted to sell the house quickly, as long as the price did not lose money.
"make a deal!"
Mu Qiu also has a commercial apartment in the city, and she plans to move there. She will continue to hire Aunt Zhang to cook and clean for her, paying her 10,000 yuan a month, which is lower than her previous salary, but also means less work.
Aunt Zhang was nostalgic and reluctant to part with Mu Qiu, so she agreed without any objection.
After transferring ownership of the villa to the Real Estate Bureau, Mu Qiu went home with Aunt Zhang to pack up his belongings. Mu Qiu entrusted all the antiques in the house that could be sold to an auction house, and the remaining items were some family photos.
Mu Qiu told Aunt Zhang, "Aunt Zhang, please help me put away my parents' wedding photos and art photos so we can take them to our new home."
"good."
After running up and down the stairs a few times, Aunt Zhang had almost packed up everything, except for one pair of -
"That painting hanging on the wall of the stairwell is the most satisfying artistic portrait my wife ever took. I must take it with me. I'll go get the stairs. Miss, you hold them for me from below."
"good."
Aunt Zhang went to the tool room to find the ladder and moved it to the corner platform of the stairwell.
Mu Qiu stood at the bottom, holding onto the steps, his feet resting on the spot where Du Tingting had been lying that day. Uncontrollably, he recalled the day of Du Tingting's miscarriage, feeling as if his feet were stepping on his mother's blood.
Leaning against the stairs, Mu Qiu's face suddenly turned pale.
Aunt Zhang was so busy taking the photos that she didn't notice anything unusual about Mu Qiu. She wiped the front of the photos and was about to put them in the box when she suddenly found a small object. She raised her hand and beckoned to Mu Qiu, "Miss, come and see what this is?"
Mu Qiu leaned over to take a look. When he recognized what it was, his expression darkened. "It's a pinhole camera."
Aunt Zhang's expression also changed drastically.
Who is so wicked? They actually installed a camera in a private house!
Mu Qiu removed the camera and placed it in his palm. Staring at the camera, Mu Qiu said to the person behind the surveillance camera, "Who are you? If you don't contact me, I will call the police." After that, Mu Qiu threw the pinhole camera to the ground and stomped on it.
It is illegal to break into a private residence, install surveillance equipment, and monitor other people's homes.
After transporting the belongings to the new home with Aunt Zhang, Mu Qiu returned to the Mu family home. She sat alone in the empty living room, with only the sofa left. She felt that the house was gloomy, as if someone was blowing air conditioning next to her ear.
She had a guilty conscience and always suspected that there was something else in the room besides herself. Mu Qiu knew that she was scaring herself, but she was still panicking.
The night was quiet, and Mu Qiu suddenly heard a strange noise upstairs. The tapping sound sounded especially like the sound of Du Tingting walking in slippers in the aisle.
Mu Qiu's breathing was a little unstable.
It's all fake. There are no ghosts in this world. Don't scare yourself. Mu Qiu comforted himself in this way.
Knock knock——
The sudden knock on the door scared Mu Qiu.
She turned her head sharply towards the door, realizing that it was the person she was waiting for. Mu Qiu finally breathed a sigh of relief. "Come in, the door is not closed." There was a hint of panic in her voice.
The door was pushed open, and the cold wind rushed into the house and into Mu Qiu's neck. Mu Qiu hunched his shoulders, narrowed his bright and extraordinary eyes, and stared at the door.
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