Chapter 3075 3087 [Organization cadres who are afraid of ghosts] Ask for monthly ticketsヽ(〃〃)~
Calvados listened with bated breath, and soon heard a development he did not want to see.
The old landlord shouted into the house, "That... uh, that gentleman who hasn't registered yet and whose name I don't know, please come out and register! And meet the guests!"
Calvados: "..." I'm just a tenant, why should I help you meet guests? Is this old guy really doing his job as a landlord well?
He clicked his tongue and tried to pretend he didn't hear it.
But the next moment, the old landlord downstairs slapped his forehead and muttered, "Could it be that he ran into a ghost and fainted somewhere? Oh, he looks so tough, but I didn't expect him to be so timid."
Maori Kogoro: "Then why are you still standing there? Hurry up and find the person. What if he hit his neck or head when he fell to the ground?"
Calvados: “…#”
What a bastard, not only does he not give the tenants peace and quiet, but he even spreads rumors - the two high school students downstairs know "Dr. Shinide", and what if the rumor that "Mr. Yamaguchi was scared to death by a ghost" reaches the ears of that goddess, what will she do then?
Calvados gritted his teeth and finally walked to the corner of the stairs with murderous intent.
"You're not dizzy." Seeing him show up, the old landlord breathed a sigh of relief and nodded with satisfaction. "Yes, only with such courage can you survive in this apartment."
Calvados suppressed the urge to punch him, wanting to make it quick: "Don't you need to register? Give me the form and I'll fill it out now."
The old landlord walked slowly back to his room and got paper and pen.
The two high school students who stayed behind were surprised, just as Calvados expected, and said, "Mr. Yamaguchi? What a coincidence!"
Calvados nodded, said "I have something else to do", took the registration form handed over by the landlord and turned away - showing up was one thing, he didn't want to have anything to do with these people, he was still busy preparing to entertain the goddess.
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At the stairs.
After his figure disappeared, Mao Lilan whispered to Jiang Xia in confusion: "Isn't Mr. Yamaguchi your fan? Why does it feel like he is..." very cold today?
Conan: "..." Of course he's a fake fan. I don't know about the other suspicious people, but this man in black who has worked with Vodka several times is definitely a minion of that organization.
Although he guessed the reason in his heart, the person was not far away, so Conan didn't dare to say anything and could only hold his words in his stomach with difficulty.
Fortunately, the strange fans were just a minor incident. They came here today not to study Mr. Yamaguchi’s psychology, but for ghosts.
"Come in." The old landlord walked to the second floor and opened a door on the corner. "This is my room."
Jiang Xia walked over and looked inside the door, and saw that it was a small living room of only a dozen square meters.
The furnishings in the room were also simple—a low table in the middle of the tatami and an old-fashioned TV in the corner. The walls here were as mottled as those in the corridor, and the light was reflected by the red tatami onto the walls, making the whole room seem to be coated with a layer of blood.
"..."Ran Maoli's legs immediately took root at the door.
The old landlord was very used to this kind of environment. He took out a few cushions from the cupboard and threw them next to the low table. Then he took out some juice and drinks and said, "Why are you standing there like an idiot? Come in and sit down."
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Although Mao Lilan wanted to turn around and run away, the people around her had already gone in.
Four living people were sitting in the small living room, which immediately diluted the horror of the haunted house. Looking back at the empty corridor, Mao Lilan finally followed her companions and rushed into the house.
"We originally had eight tenants here." The old landlord poured himself a glass of juice and shook the glass with emotion, "Unfortunately, half of them were scared away by ghosts."
Jiang Xia seemed to be in investigation mode: "Who was the first person to see the ghost?"
"It should be me." The old landlord scratched his head. "One day in the middle of the night, I accidentally looked out the window and saw a ball of orange fire floating in the air in the abandoned building opposite."
“I quickly told the other tenants, but by the time they ran to the window, the will-o’-the-wisp had disappeared.
“Because they didn’t see it with their own eyes, no one believed me. They all thought I was old and my eyes were blurry.
"Perhaps the ghost felt that he was being looked down upon, and then, strange things started happening one after another."
“Sometimes a pool of blood suddenly appeared in the toilet, and sometimes a tenant would suddenly discover a ghostly figure with a faint glow outside the window peering into the room when passing through the corridor.
"Sometimes I would be watching TV and the screen would suddenly switch to a female ghost with burns all over her body, staring at the outside world...
"These strange things happened one after another, and more and more visitors witnessed them. Then the story of the haunting spread, and even television and magazines came to report on it."
Conan interjected curiously, "If it's so haunted, why do you still want to stay here, Grandpa?"
The old landlord laughed. "At my age, I already have one foot in the grave. What else do I have to be afraid of? Besides, I've lived in this apartment my whole life. How can I just leave?"
He looked at the trembling Mao Lilan and said, "You don't have to be too scared. This ghost is not very powerful and dare not come out during the day. It will only cause trouble when it is completely dark."
"So principled?" Maori Kogoro became interested. "Then I'd like to take a closer look at what kind of female ghost this is."
"You are just curious about what the female ghost looks like!" Mao Lilan regretted it a little and wanted to pull him up, "Don't look at it, let's go."
"Well, now that we're here," Maori Kogoro used all his strength to fight against his daughter who was pulling him, "How about this, we wait until eight o'clock! If the ghost hasn't come out by then, we can leave."
"Eight o'clock?" Mao Lilan calculated the time and reluctantly compromised, "Well, you have to keep your word."
As soon as she let go, Maori Kogoro fell to the ground. Soon the detective did another sit-up and got up, saying to the landlord as if nothing had happened: "I'm free anyway, do you have mahjong or something, let's play for a while."
Several people started playing mahjong.
Next door, Calvados heard the crisp collision sound and his eyebrows twitched: Didn’t you say you were just a guest? Why aren’t you leaving yet?
"Forget it. It has nothing to do with me." He rinsed the rag, wrung it dry, and began to wipe the old dirt in Room 6 - it didn't matter if the outside of the apartment was a little torn, but the inside had to be cleaned. He didn't want to leave a sloppy impression on the guests.
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After cleaning up intensively for a while, Calvados' ears suddenly twitched and he belatedly realized something.
——When did the mahjong sounds from next door stop?
(End of this chapter)
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