Chen Ge hung up the phone and walked to the door.

He held the skull crusher in his right hand and opened the door a crack with his left hand.

The light shines into the dark corridor, and the inside and outside of the house seem like two different worlds.

"Who are you looking for?"

A tall and thin man was standing at the door. He had sunken eyes, rough skin, and looked very haggard.

"I'm just here to remind you." The man kept his distance from the door: "Don't spend the night here. Even if you have to stay in the community, don't live on this floor."

"Why?" Chen Ge really wanted to hear what this strange man would say.

“Don’t worry about why. Just don’t spend the night here.” He coughed twice, took his right hand out of his pocket and covered his mouth. As if afraid of being heard, he squeezed out a sentence from between his teeth: “Someone has disappeared in a room on this floor.”

"Disappeared in the room?" Chen Ge remembered what the agent said. The second tenant was an English teacher who mysteriously disappeared at home.

"Hurry up and go, it will be too late if you don't leave now." The man seemed to have good intentions and wanted to come over to remind Chen Ge.

"How do you know all this? Are you also a tenant here?" Chen Ge's half body was exposed outside the door, and his hand holding the skull crusher was hidden inside the door.

"Well, I live upstairs, and I just heard you talking to yourself downstairs." The tall and thin man wore a worn-out coat, with his hands in his pockets. He seemed to be in poor health and walked very slowly. "I thought you would leave after coming in to take a look, but you actually ran into the house. You looked like you were going to stay here overnight, so I thought of coming here to remind you."

"I'm talking to myself?" Chen Ge swallowed. If someone else came here, they would probably start to panic. "Has there been a similar situation in your building before?"

"I have seen it before, but it was always during the day. This is the first time I have seen someone like you come here at night."

"What happened to those people later?"

"Some went crazy, and some became tenants here. But the fate of those tenants was worse than that of crazy people. They either committed suicide or disappeared."

"Some went crazy? Some disappeared? Different people have different fates?"

"Not really." The man stretched out his right hand and motioned Chen Ge to come closer, but Chen Ge did not do as he asked.

The tall and thin man had no choice but to take a step forward and whispered, "I heard that all the crazy people came here through regular agents and became tenants. Those who ended up in trouble all called the number of the ghost agent."

"Ghost broker?" Chen Ge recalled the unchanged but polite voice of the girl on the other end of the phone: "What is a ghost broker?"

"This story started a few years ago. There was a murder in room 304 next to you. The victim seemed to be a salesperson from a real estate agency. The murderer has not been caught yet." The man took a breath and looked upstairs. Except for Chen Ge's place, the rest of the place was pitch black. No one knew what he was looking at.

After confirming again and again, the tall and thin man said carefully: "Since his accident, this house has been idle, but strange things keep happening. People often come here to look at the house. When asked where they saw the rental information, they give different answers. Some say it was online, some say it was a roadside advertisement, and some tenants themselves have forgotten where they saw it."

The tall and thin man paused here and looked at Chen Ge with a little confusion: "By the way, where did you see this information? And...how did you get the key to the room opposite 304?"

"The process was a bit tortuous." Chen Ge glanced at the real room 304: "I saw the phone number left by the agent on the door, so I called the number, and then a man in his thirties wearing a black shirt gave me the key."

"In his thirties? Black shirt?" the tall and thin man repeated, and suddenly opened his eyes wide: "He's back again!"

After saying this, the tall and thin man strode upstairs as if he was frightened.

"Hey! Explain yourself clearly!" This tall and thin man was too suspicious. Chen Ge didn't intend to let him go, so he chased after him with a skull crusher.

It was unknown whether the man saw the skull crusher in Chen Ge's hand or not, he just kept running up with his head down.

Old buildings like the Third Hospital Family Quarters only have seven or eight floors, which is not very high. When Chen Ge reached the fifth floor, his phone kept vibrating.

"Stop!" Chen Ge didn't get distracted and chased him all the way to the sixth floor. He finally caught up with the tall and thin man: "Why are you running?"

"The deceased, who was a salesperson at the time, was in his thirties! The white shirt he was wearing when he died was soaked with blood and turned red and black!" The tall and thin man was very emotional. After seeing the skull-crushing hammer in Chen Ge's hand, he became even more "excited".

"It's pretty much what I thought. It seems that the person I just met is the first tenant. What I need to consider now is whether there is any problem with the agent." Chen Ge's phone was still vibrating, so he took it out.

At this time, the tall and thin man opposite was pressing his body against the fence, seemingly unwilling to approach him.

The screen flickered, and the agent sent over the housing information. The first one recorded some information about the third tenant, a gambler. Chen Ge swiped to the bottom of the screen, and the agent thoughtfully sent him a photo of the gambler when he was alive.

"Listless, sunken eye sockets, thin body!" The moment he saw that face, Chen Ge's body reacted faster than his mind. He swung the skull crusher and smashed it at the railing in front of him.

Chen Ge had this guess in his mind as early as when he saw the tall and thin man. No matter what the man did, he only stretched out his right hand and kept his left hand in his pocket.

At that time, Chen Ge wondered in his heart whether this person had no left hand at all!

"Bang!" The hammer bent the guardrail. The tall and thin man dodged to the side, his body twisted abnormally.

He did not force his way with Chen Ge. With a strange smile on his face, he jumped over the railing to the next floor and finally disappeared on the third floor.

"He should have run into room 304."

When Chen Ge left the room, he did not take the recorder with him. To avoid any accidents, he decisively retreated to the third floor.

After returning to room 305 and turning on the repeater, Chen Ge finally felt relieved.

"This building is really interesting. Everyone says things as if they were true, but in fact, everyone has ulterior motives. I can't trust anyone here." Chen Ge recalled his conversation with the tall and thin man: "The gambler kept persuading me to leave. I don't know if he was giving me psychological hints or if he really didn't like me."

After packing up everything, Chen Ge took out his phone and looked at the screen.

"The agent only told me the information about the gambler, and didn't reveal the information about the previous two tenants. Did she do this on purpose? What is the connection between these people and the drawer?" Chen Ge shook his head: "The evil spirit I drew this time is really a bit special!"

He dialed the agency's number, holding the skull crusher in one hand and the phone to his ear with the other.

"Hello, the information has been sent to you. Is there anything else you need?" The voice of the agent on the other end of the phone was still very polite, and it was almost twelve o'clock in the evening!

"Well, I have one last question I want to ask."

"You say."

"Excuse me, are you a ghost?"