Chapter 77 The Haunted House

The police colleagues didn't find anything unusual. Rumors of a haunted old house are not new. Some people say that the White House is haunted. Don't those politicians break their heads just to live in?

Three days later, in the morning, Charlie brought a family of four to negotiate with Dr. Harmon, sign an agreement, and buy!

"...great, this is really exciting news." Dr. Harmon looked quite happy, and Mrs. Harmon, who had always been gloomy, also smiled.

The two are traditional American families. Only Dr. Harmon has an income. As a psychiatrist, he is completely a high-income group. Under normal circumstances, it is no problem to support the family with his own income.

But the couple moved from Boston to Los Angeles with their children. They were looking for a house, renovating and buying furniture. As the relationship between the husband and wife broke down completely, the family now has no savings. The house is sold, and the two can talk about the future. , otherwise they'd have to spend annoyance with each other in this house.

Dr. Harmon really wanted to get rid of it quickly, and the price was a little loose. In the end, the transaction price of the house was settled at 250,000 US dollars. Notary fees, house inspection fees, house insurance fees, and complicated house transfer procedures were all handed over to the house. The broker will handle it, and the buyer and seller don't have to worry too much.

"I didn't expect that we could live in such a big house? Which room do you want?" Natasha asked Bella in a low voice.

Bella rolled her eyes, looked around, and then said in a long voice, "Yes, yes, what a big house... The room on the second floor facing north?"

"No! You have to change it. I want that room."

"Okay, okay, then I'll take the room where Harmon's daughter lives now."

Natasha raised her chin and thought for a moment: "Why haven't we seen the doctor's daughter several times? Is it because of a personality disorder? Don't want to meet strangers?"

Bella looked confident: "Maybe it is because my appearance is ugly and I dare not meet people? After all, my appearance is so beautiful, it is really embarrassing in comparison, understandable!"

Natasha curled her lips when she heard it. She was speechless about Bella's fanatical narcissism. This problem should be cured while she was young!

The family of four said goodbye and left, waiting for the real estate agent to go through the formalities. The Harmons were also two-point excited at this time. In any case, the house was sold.

The couple slept in separate rooms, each thinking about their future life, and the house was quiet at night.

The old woman next door slipped into the house through the back door, as if she was walking in her own home, followed the side door of the kitchen and walked down the stairs to the basement.

Despite applying a lot of makeup, her skin was still wrinkled, and the gorgeous dress did not add much color to her, but looked rather absurd.

The basement was empty, except for her rapid breathing, there was no sound at all.

"How long are you going to hide? The catastrophe is imminent! Are you already dull to this point!"

She lowered her voice and said angrily.

"Do you think the threat came from the detective couple? What does that have to do with that?" Another old woman dressed as a maid came down the stairs. The Harmons knew her existence and always thought she was the maid in the house. But when Charlie and Samantha came, the old maid deliberately avoided them.

The right eye of the old woman dressed as a maid was cloudy, and her eye was already blind.

She sneered: "Isn't it a good thing to let the detective couple find my body and expose your crimes? Mrs. Constance Longton."

The old lady Constance gave a disdainful sneer: "Really? You bitch! The reason you are here is because of me! You didn't stay with your stinking corpse, you can still be there The activity in this house is because of me!"

The old maid fired back unceremoniously: "I would rather die then! I don't want to be the ghost I am now!"

The footsteps of "dengdengdeng" sounded,

A curly-haired man in his twenties took a girl's hand and walked into the basement together.

The young man smiled cynically, while the girl next to him looked a little nervous.

The old lady Constance said imposingly: "My dear son, and Miss Harmon, you are also watching my jokes and thinking I am funny, right?"

The young man said without a smile: "That's your trouble, if your crime is found out, I'm afraid you will spend the rest of your life in prison... Oh, sorry, sorry, I forgot your age , I'm afraid at most ten years, you will die of old age in prison, you won't come back here, and we don't have to look at your old face again... Maybe you can boast to your cellmates about how you were when you were young The scenery, let's see if they will take care of you, a big man because of this!"

The young man accentuated the word 'big man', and his words were full of ridicule.

The old maid also watched cheerfully, it seemed that old lady Constance was unlucky, and that was her only pleasure now.

Miss Harmon was a little nervous, and her delicate little face was full of doubts. Although she was thinking hard, she still didn't quite understand the meaning of their words.

The old lady Constance laughed angrily: "Yes! Yes... I am a big man who is more knowledgeable than you country people! I tell you!"

She pointed to the three 'people' in front of her and the empty space in the basement: "And you idiots who think things have nothing to do with themselves! You all listen to me!"

She raised her chin high and straightened her back. Even though her ankles and knees were no longer suitable for wearing high heels, she still wanted to keep herself aloft.

"Not like you ignorant guys! I've seen some worlds, some strange people, and they have many incredible means, including killing ghosts! The world calls them mediums!"

The old lady Constance widened her eyes: "You guys are really unfortunate, the eldest daughter of the detective couple is a psychic! She is also a very powerful psychic! She found you, as soon as she entered the door. I have observed her expression, and she looks at you like she is looking at a toy!"

The basement, which was still empty, gradually became crowded.

Women and children with extensive burns all over their bodies, dressed in delicate dresses, but with a blood hole in the back of their head, a gorgeous lady with a blood hole in the back of her head, an extremely tightly wrapped surgeon, a boy with a baseball bat in his hand, a boy with a bloody face, and a deformed face , a man who can only lie on the ground.

There were many, many strange-shaped 'people' in the basement.

Dr. Harmon's daughter was pale, and seemed to be completely unable to believe her eyes. Her legs were trembling, and her neck was crooked, and she fainted.

Seeing this, Mrs. Constance sneered: "My dear son, it seems that your sweetheart doesn't know the truth. Didn't you tell her that she is dead?"