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"Wait, isn't it really you? We can be sure from which direction you came from." The man said doubtfully.

I took a few steps back.

I started to panic and left the restaurant.

There must be something wrong with this.

I went directly to the landlord aunt.

I asked why the rent is so cheap.

The landlord aunt said to me with a smile, is n’t it good?

Until I pressed again and again.

The aunt started to tell me a story.

Before me.

This room was rented to a couple.

It is also from a foreign country.

At the beginning, it was just a rough house.

But the little couple dressed up just a few days after they lived in.

And very loving.

That is the voice you said at night, because the next door said that Aunt Numin also knew this.

It is a pity that the good times are not long.

The man was a takeaway and was hit by a car on the road that day.

It's also ruthless, it's monitored.

The first time, he was not killed, but the driver was afraid of taking responsibility.

Run over again to escape.

Seize the sentence for seven years.

I haven't been idle here.

He took out his mobile phone and asked about the street where the accident occurred.

The aunt said the street in a daze.

I checked the street according to the landlord's aunt.

I really found out about it.

The monitoring at that time clearly recorded the picture.

A car knocked down a motorcycle on the side.

After a pause of more than ten seconds, a throttle ran over.

Nothing wrong with the landlord aunt.

I took the phone and showed it to the landlord.

The aunt pointed to the phone and said, "That's it. The TV station broadcast it that day."

"Later?" I asked.

Later, the woman kept crying in the room.

The sentenced car driver was a gambler and owed a debt.

There is no way to lose money.

The girl cried for a long time, and the room next door approached me and talked to her several times.

The neighbor next door moved and refused to live.

I couldn't help it anymore. I arrived in a month to collect the rent.

It was only found that the woman's body was hanging in the room, just on the beam of the bed.

"Wait for the dead man's house to rent to me?" I said in surprise.

"Isn't it just a dead person, aunt I am sixty-three years old and I haven't seen anything. They are cheap to rent to you and I can't live." The landlord's aunt said.

"Refund, I can't stop it." I said.

"The money I came in has never been out. The deposit is non-refundable and the rent is not repayable," said the landlord's aunt.

"It's been a little more than a week, and you're hiding it first. How can this be?" I said angrily.

"Do you remember the contract we signed before? Clearly stated above that it is non-refundable. It is so much cheaper than the outside, and you must have a number in your heart." Aunt Landlord said.

"But you are haunted here now!" I said helplessly.

"Ghost? Has the ghost hurt you? I will say that. Love to live, not to leave." The landlord turned around and ignored the TV.

I returned to the room.

I originally found a stable job.

The rent deposit paid cannot be refunded.

I lay on the bed helplessly and fell asleep.

In the middle of the night, I woke up.

The crackling sound is still echoing.

I can feel clearly that they are on my bed.

Right beside me.

Recall the video of the car accident in my mind during the day.

I actually thought, if there is no such thing.

What a happy pair they will be.

I found another job in graphic design.

I began to get used to their lingering at night.

I can feel their happiness and joy.

In the second month I paid the rent again.

Aunt looked at me and smiled and said, "I know Aunt is cheaper here."

I reluctantly smiled, but I am not fancy here.

It's their warmth in the room.

This house has been repeating their sweet memories before death.

The moan disappeared a few days later.

I said to myself, "Thank you for your company."

It seems that the ghost has disappeared, and I think it should have disappeared for such a long time.

Ghosts cannot always appear.

But the next day I found it was not that simple.

The next night, a miserable cry rang through the room.

The couple next door probably couldn't stand it anymore, and took a dozen shots on the wall.

I was helplessly listening to this miserable cry, and I couldn't stop it, but I could feel her loneliness and desolation.

A month later, I woke up from my sleep.

It seems that everything is a dream.

The door was opened when I was in the rental room.

A couple came in.

I was very happy watching the room.

I saw the landlord who got the money go out.

Then the couple closed the door and hugged.

Are they ghosts? I am not afraid.

impossible? what happened?

Has n’t it always been two hours?

Why is it so bad? Is it over in a minute?

Their conversation even shocked me.

"This house is so good, husband."

"Yes, it's still so cheap. How about we save the remaining money and pay a loan to buy a car."

"Okay, husband. Wait for you to take a break. I'll go to see if there is a kitchen and cook for you at night."

"Eh, why do you need a piece of spectacle cloth in this cabinet?"

The man picked up my glasses cloth.

I touched my face, and it was very clear without glasses.

I smiled and walked out of the room.

The sun shone on me, but I couldn't see the shadow behind.

And I was fading, and I immediately returned to the rental house.

I understand.

I remembered.

I am already dead.

Because I can't stand the woman's crying all night long.

Half a month later, I chose to be in the same place as her.

That is hanging on the bed.

After the landlord discovered that I was dead, I rented it to the couple at a cheap price.

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