He Jiaoyang shuddered subconsciously, thought about it, and pressed the button for the floor above Luban.
Anyway, nowadays people don’t even know who their neighbors are, let alone who lives upstairs.
Just as He Jiaoyang was thinking about what he would do if Lu Ban was at home, a voice suddenly rang out in the elevator which was so quiet that only the faint sound of an advertisement could be heard.
"Newly moved in?"
Lu Ban asked.
This guy is so socially adept. In today's world where everyone suffers from social phobia, is there anyone who can still talk to strangers?
He Jiaoyang looked at Lu Ban through the reflection in the mirror. Lu Ban's free hand was flipping through his phone, and it seemed that his attention was not on him. He breathed a sigh of relief and replied.
"yes."
"The environment here is nice. Are you renting a two-bedroom or a three-bedroom apartment?"
Lu Ban asked casually.
????
He Jiaoyang was completely confused. What did it have to do with you whether you lived in a two-bedroom or a three-bedroom apartment? Where were you taking the census?
"Single room."
He Jiaoyang thought for a moment and answered.
In Jiangcheng, many sub-landlords would convert their houses into two single rooms and rent them out separately. He Jiaoyang felt that there must be something similar in this community. After all, it was impossible for Lu Ban to know all the house types and the decoration of the house upstairs clearly.
"Oh, the landlords nowadays are really shady. They converted a single room and rented it out as two suites."
Lu Ban responded.
"yes."
He Jiaoyang nodded repeatedly.
"I'm here, take care."
Lu Ban arrived at his floor and walked out of the elevator without forgetting to say goodbye.
He Jiaoyang forced a smile.
He watched Lu Ban take out the key and walk towards one of the households. The elevator door slowly closed, separating him and Lu Ban.
He Jiaoyang breathed a sigh of relief.
Suddenly, a hand reached into the elevator door that was about to close, causing it to pause slightly.
He Jiaoyang's heartbeat also slowed down.
"I remember now. I also need to go to the 19th floor."
Lu Ban smiled and walked into the elevator again.
Cold sweat broke out on He Jiaoyang's forehead.
What the hell is this guy doing!
Oh, he was playing tricks anyway, that's fine.
Wait, if Lu Ban follows me upstairs, wouldn’t it expose the fact that I sneaked in?
He Jiaoyang thought about it and decided to either pretend that he didn’t bring his keys and call the landlord. While waiting, maybe he could take advantage of Lu Ban’s social skills and visit his house?
His brain had never worked so quickly before. Perhaps under heavy pressure, people's thinking would become active.
The process of taking the elevator upstairs has never been so painful.
He Jiaoyang looked at the clothing advertisement on the screen in the elevator and always had the illusion that the expressions of the people in it had become hideous.
Ding Dong——
The elevator reached the nineteenth floor and He Jiaoyang walked out.
He quickly glanced at the four households on this floor. They all seemed clean. He wondered if there was anyone there now.
...Yes, peephole. You can use the peephole to see if there is anyone there!
Soon, He Jiaoyang discovered that the cat's eye of one house was black, which meant that there was no one at home!
Just pretend that you live here, so there will be no response no matter how many times you knock on the door.
Even if the truth is revealed, just pretend that you just moved in and moved into the wrong building!
It’s me as expected!
He Jiaoyang arrived at the door of the house and started his performance.
"…Hey, I don't think I brought my keys?"
He tried his best to recall the performance techniques he had learned in music classes in elementary school, junior high school, and high school so as to make himself seem less awkward.
He Jiaoyang knocked on the door, his heart pounding.
He was somewhat thankful that there were still many people in the community outside and there was some noise coming from it, otherwise, his heartbeat would have been particularly obvious at the entrance of the corridor.
"I'll call the landlord. What bad luck."
He Jiaoyang gave a fake smile, then picked up his phone and moved a little away from Lu Ban.
At this time, Lu Ban took out the key.
He inserted the key into the door lock of the door that He Jiaoyang had just knocked on, turned it gently, and the security door creaked open.
"???"
He Jiaoyang was still struggling to decide which lucky friend to call who could cooperate, when he saw this scene and was immediately speechless.
"How did you get the key?"
He asked subconsciously.
Could it be that Lu Ban was not only doing mischief, but also stealing things?
He Jiaoyang's pig brain has been overloaded.
“Because I’m the landlord.”
Lu Ban opened the door and saw a well-decorated two-bedroom apartment without any renovations.
"You have been cheated. Some agents work with sub-landlords to cheat people."
Lu Ban smiled and turned around to ask.
"Ah... I don't know..."
At this moment, He Jiaoyang had no idea what to think.
Lu Ban is the landlord?
Did he buy the upstairs building?
etc.
Is the reason why there are no paparazzi in this neighborhood because Lu Ban bought all the houses for rent around where he lives?
How come he is so rich?
Well, okay, he is indeed rich. The value of these buildings combined is probably only equivalent to the global box office of his movies in one or two days.
“Do you eat barbecue?”
Lu Ban put the barbecue on the table like a host, turned on the light, opened the lunch box, picked up a skewer of grilled chicken skin and started eating.
Oh, he is the landlord, that's fine.
He Jiaoyang stared at Lu Ban's actions in a daze, not knowing whether he should run or stay.
He was standing in the corridor. Taking the elevator might be a bit slow now, but running up the stairs should be fine.
Faced with Lu Ban in the room, He Jiaoyang was at a loss.
Lu Ban patted the sofa next to him.
"Please sit down."
He Jiaoyang, as if possessed by something, walked into the house and sat next to Lu Ban.
"The roast lamb here is very good, fatty but not smelly."
Lu Ban handed him a skewer of delicious roasted lamb.
He Jiaoyang took the mutton skewer woodenly, not knowing whether he should bite it or not.
"Which entertainment weekly magazine are you from? Or a reporter for some tabloid? These days, there are so few innocent reporters who come here without knowing anything."
Lu Ban inserted the straw into the milk tea, took a sip, and asked.
"…Uh, I, I'm an exorcist."
He Jiaoyang told the truth.
He has given up on treatment. Let him do whatever he wants. Just give up and that's it.
Anyway, Lu Ban is in this situation, and his life and death are still in the hands of the other party, and he can't escape even if he has wings.
He Jiaoyang even started eating lamb skewers as his last meal before execution.
"Exorcist?"
Upon hearing this, Lu Ban looked He Jiaoyang up and down.
He didn’t know if it was He Jiaoyang’s illusion, but Lu Ban’s eyes just emitted a little fluorescence. He thought it was just the reflection of the city lights.
"Why did you come to me? I don't think I have any demons to exorcise, right?"
Lu Ban smiled and took another sip of milk tea. He picked up a skewer of grilled gluten and bit off a piece. His expression made He Jiaoyang hungry.
“…Actually, there are quite a lot.”
He Jiaoyang looked at the coffee table next to Lu Ban. There seemed to be a dark shadow there, like a cat squatting next to the barbecue, looking like it wanted to steal some food.
There was a ball of black mist entwined on Lu Ban's shoulder, which gradually took the shape of a bloody mouth, and it seemed as if it would swallow up He Jiaoyang in the next moment.
What’s even more terrifying is Lu Ban himself.
In He Jiaoyang's yin-yang eyes, he was like a dark vortex, filled with all kinds of indescribable tentacles, mucus, eyeballs, flesh and blood. Just one look at him made He Jiaoyang tremble all over, his legs went weak, and his brain felt as if a red-hot iron rod was inserted into it and stirred wildly.
He felt his sanity burning.