Chapter 393: The Sound of Marbles at Midnight

After about half an hour of communication.

Everyone learned that the woman who fell was named Gong Xiujuan.

I am 27 years old this year and work in a large supermarket. I have been taking leave and resting at home for some time recently.

I was lying on the bed looking at my phone. I felt so sleepy that I put the phone down reluctantly, turned over and started falling.

At first she thought she had fallen off the bed.

But the fall continued for several seconds until she fell into the cold water.

It only took Gong Xiujuan a short while to accept the current situation of the dark cave, even faster than Huang Debiao and his wife.

Stable emotions, severe dark circles under the eyes, the ability to take days off from work at the supermarket to play with her phone at home... There are many suspicious points about this girl, and Wu Xian believes that she has concealed a lot of information.

But Wu Xian did not ask any further questions.

When you suddenly arrive in an unfamiliar environment, it is common practice to conceal your sensitive information for safety reasons. Normal people will not open up to strangers they meet for the first time.

After roasting for a while.

Gong Xiujuan put on half-dry clothes.

The shy Xiong Gang then dared to look at Gong Xiujuan, his face slightly red, behaving like an innocent little boy.

Huang Debiao, who now has a wife, can finally hold his head up high.

Wu Xian, on the other hand, remained calm. He would not look deliberately, nor would he not look deliberately. Throughout the whole process, he was equally alert to all places to prevent any unexpected sneak attacks.

Some more time passed.

Everyone was chatting idly and occasionally telling a joke. Since Wu Xian knew Shi Ji, most of the jokes he told were not very polite.

Soon, everyone started to feel sleepy.

Huang Debiao looked at his watch: "It has been more than sixteen hours since the last time I told a story."

Wu Xian hesitated for three seconds and said, "It's time to tell the story. Who will tell it this time?"

According to Wu Xian's original plan, he should tell a story every twenty-four hours and then take a break when the palace lanterns were lit.

But during the eight hours when the palace lanterns were lit the first time, everyone was on guard against each other and there was no rest, so the second storytelling had to be brought forward.

The firelight can be used for cooking and providing warmth, but it cannot completely drive away monsters. With the giant spider incident, no one except Fat Tiger dared to rest by the campfire.

So, if you want to rest, you can only tell stories.

The four people who can tell stories now are Wu Xian, Xiong Gang, Huang Debiao, and Gong Xiujuan who just came in.

While Wu Xian was hesitating, Huang Debiao stood up on his own initiative.

"Just let me do it."

Huang Debiao, looking a little haggard, walked up to the statue.

For the past ten hours or so, he had been behaving very shamefully. Although he was very scared, he was also a man and did not want to continue to embarrass himself like this.

Even his wife, a weak woman, dared to speak out the fear buried deep in her heart, so what was there that he wouldn't dare to do?

Huang Debiao coughed lightly and said, "My parents passed away early, and the biggest property they left me is a property in Xiahai City."

Xia Caoqing's eyes suddenly widened and she kept pinching his arms with her hands. She had always thought that Huang Debiao was a pauper and was thinking about working hard to write articles to help him buy a house.

"This apartment is on the top floor and there is no elevator. But you know the housing prices in Xiahai City. As long as I sell this house, I can get a lot of money." "At first, I didn't think of selling the house. After all, this house was left by the old man, and without this house, it would be difficult for me to gain a foothold in Xiahai City. But after living here for two months, I couldn't help it."

"Because every midnight, I can hear the sound of marbles coming from upstairs... and my house is on the top floor!"

Wu Xianyi raised an eyebrow.

The sound of marbles on the rooftop is a widely circulated folk legend. Many families have encountered it, and he has also conducted investigations on it.

Huang Debiao scratched his head.

"I've heard people say that the sound of marbles on the roof is caused by mold that causes gaps between the steel bars and the cement, and the sound of the steel bars vibrating. This sound also occurs during the day, but it's too noisy outside to be heard."

"Despite all this, I still felt a little uneasy, so I posted an ad to sell the house."

"That night, a real estate agent came to my door and wanted me to entrust the house to them for sale..."

"I hate real estate agents. They use this method to isolate buyers and sellers, monopolize public information in their own hands, and earn high commissions."

"But in order to sell the house and get the money as soon as possible, I compromised and signed a contract with the agent."

“After that day, many people came to me to look at houses.”

"These buyers are very strange. They only come to view the house at night. When they view the house, they don't look at the furniture or decoration. They only look at the windows, mirrors, green plants, toilets and other places in the room."

"My spirits quickly waned as I accompanied people to view properties every day. After a few days, I finally couldn't help asking the agent why these buyers only looked but didn't buy."

"The agent told me that buyers don't want to have children as neighbors because it's too noisy, but I don't even know the neighbors' situation, so how do they know if they have children?"

"It's been a long time since then, and I'm starting to want to give up on selling the house."

"That day the agent brought an old lady. She was a little hard of hearing, so she didn't care about the neighbor's children. She gave me a bag of cash on the spot and wanted to sign a house purchase contract with me."

"When I saw such a large pile of cash, I was immediately overjoyed and wanted to sign the contract given by the old lady."

“But just then, I heard the marbles.”

“Da, da da…”

"This time the sound of the marbles didn't come from upstairs, but from the stairs. It seemed like they were rolling down from the rooftop door and right into the open door of my house. There were four marbles in total, all the size of eyes, and they were paired together, like two pairs of eyes staring at me!"

When Huang Debiao said this, his body trembled. This matter had been buried in his heart for a long time and had always been an indelible shadow. Being able to talk about it in front of others today made him feel much more relaxed.

"After seeing the four glass beads, I immediately realized that the marble sound in my house was not a physical phenomenon, but that there really was something playing marbles upstairs in my house."

"I turned around blankly, looked at the cash and contract on the table again, and saw something completely different."

"That's not a real estate contract, but a contract for a grave. The cash is not real money, but a bag of paper money from the Tiandi Bank!"

“Seeing this reminded me of many things that I had subconsciously ignored before.”

"Why do agents and buyers only show up at night? Why do buyers say that their neighbors have children? Why do I become increasingly weak? Why can such a big thing as buying and selling a property be settled with just a contract?"

Huang Debiao swallowed and said.

"There's a ghost upstairs in my house!"

"The agent is a ghost!"

"Those who come to see the house are all ghosts!"

(End of this chapter)