Zhang Xiangu sat on the sofa in the living room, with an extremely embarrassed expression on his face. He could only use coughing to replace his words.
Zhang Wei looked at him with a strange look in his eyes, as if he was still reminiscing about the scene just now.
Yang Jian sat indifferently beside them, observing with his eyes and focusing on his mind, as if he knew nothing.
"Here's your coffee."
At this moment, a mature woman in her mid-thirties walked over with several cups of coffee. She first handed it to Yang Jian, then to Zhang Xiangu and Zhang Wei. Throughout the process, she didn't dare to lift her head to meet anyone's gaze, and her face was still red.
Yang Jian didn't know her name.
He only knew that her surname was Huang.
However, how could a housekeeper have such a high appearance, mature and charming, with a well-endowed figure? This wasn't a movie plot.
She was the mistress that Zhang Xiangu kept at home.
After all, with Zhang Xiangu's wealth and status, this kind of thing wasn't considered strange. The only inappropriate thing was that the previous scene was unexpectedly witnessed by Zhang Wei and Yang Jian. Although it was not good to mention it, Yang Jian couldn't help but give Zhang Xiangu a thumbs up in his heart.
City people really know how to play~!
When Yang Jian picked up the coffee to drink, Zhang Wei stopped him.
"Wait, Brother Tui, don't drink the coffee yet. There might be a problem." Zhang Wei frowned, feeling that this matter was not simple.
"What's wrong?" Zhang Xiangu asked. "I checked it earlier. The water in the house was cut off. Where did the water for brewing coffee come from? Could it be..."
He sniffed it and looked suspiciously at Huang, who was beside him.
"But the amount is not enough to brew three cups of coffee. So the coffee is fine, Brother Tui, you can drink it."
"What are you thinking?" Zhang Xiangu said.
Zhang Wei said, "Dad, it's going to be difficult for me to get along with you in the future if you're so perverted, especially with what happened in the room. It's one thing for me to see it, but Brother Tui also saw it. You're making it hard for me to make friends."
"Cough, it was just a misunderstanding. I just dropped something and was looking for it on the floor. Huang accidentally fell and sat on me. Actually, nothing happened between us. Please don't misunderstand." Zhang Xiangu said.
"No need to explain, I understand. I'm not a three-year-old child. I have a folder on my computer's hard drive called 'Battle on Qiuming Mountain,' which contains information about this kind of thing. I do study, but I can't learn those difficult moves." Zhang Wei said seriously.
Yang Jian felt that these two people were very abnormal.
Zhang Xiangu blushed and said, "Let's not talk about that. Is this your classmate? He looks talented. Can you introduce him?"
"Yang Jian, my classmate. His nickname is Brother Tui. I mentioned him to you before. Recently, there have been supernatural events in my house, so I invited Brother Tui to come and take a look." Zhang Wei said.
"Oh, so your classmate understands feng shui and metaphysics?" Zhang Xiangu asked in surprise.
Yang Jian said, "I don't understand feng shui and metaphysics. I apologize for any misunderstanding. I just occasionally handle some special events for others. I apologize to Uncle Zhang for any misunderstanding."
"What kind of special events? Can you tell me? I'm very interested in strange things." Zhang Xiangu said.
"You're interested in Huang, aren't you?" Zhang Wei interjected.
Zhang Xiangu said, "Do you want to get beaten, you little brat?"
"I'll tell Mom later." Zhang Wei said.
"Weren't you planning to buy that 30 million sports car? I'll let you buy it tomorrow. Let's just forget about this matter. What do you think?" Zhang Xiangu said.
"Okay, let's settle it like that." Zhang Wei said.
Yang Jian said, "With Uncle Zhang's wealth and status, haven't you heard about the strange events in Dachang City? Take our personal experiences as an example. The supernatural events at the Seventh High School, how much do you know about them?"
"I've heard some things, but they are all rumors. The authenticity is questionable." Zhang Xiangu said. "I had someone investigate the situation at the Seventh High School, and there are indeed many doubts. Although some people say it's haunted, I remain skeptical. Some things can only be confirmed after seeing them with my own eyes."
"It's right to remain skeptical, but this matter is real. Where there are haunted places, there are people who go to deal with them. Currently, I am working in this field. If Uncle Zhang is interested, you can learn more about it. It won't do any harm to yourself." Yang Jian spoke up.
"Classmate, do you have any proof of your involvement in this field?" Zhang Xiangu continued to ask, smiling. "I'm not doubting you, after all, you are Zhang Wei's classmate. I just want to confirm if there are really supernatural events. I've been hearing a lot about them recently, but I can't be sure. Today, I happened to meet you, so I thought I could find some answers."
"Dad, I can prove it. There's a ghost in our house." Zhang Wei said.Zhang Xiangu said, "Nonsense, if there really were ghosts in the house, how come I haven't encountered any?"
"What Zhang Wei said is true. The police sealed off the villa to isolate it, preventing the spread of supernatural events. The natural gas leak is just a cover-up. I came here today to investigate, but I didn't expect to run into you, Uncle Zhang. However, under the martial law and blockade, how did you two manage to get in?" Yang Jian asked.
"I had an escape route installed when the villa was being renovated," Zhang Xiangu replied, then looked somewhat surprised, "But you're saying the blockade and martial law were your doing?"
Could a mere high school senior have such influence?
But seeing how Zhang Wei was following Yang Jian around like a loyal follower, he guessed that Yang Jian must have some real abilities. Otherwise, Zhang Wei wouldn't be so obedient.
"This line of work is brutal, but those who survive usually have some privileges. It's not a big deal," Yang Jian said.
"Since you claim there's a ghost in this villa, would you mind showing it to me?" Zhang Xiangu asked.
Yang Jian replied, "Supernatural events vary, and the ways ghosts appear are different. To see the ghost in this villa is quite simple. Just use a mirror to look around. If nothing unexpected happens, you should be able to find the ghost's location easily. After all, the villa is only so big."
"Xiao Huang, bring a mirror," Zhang Xiangu immediately ordered.
Auntie Huang quickly brought a small mirror, "Will this do?"
Zhang Xiangu glanced at Yang Jian, who said, "It's enough."
Soon, he held the mirror and looked around.
"Dad, that spot, I saw the ghost there before. If Brother Jian wasn't here, I would have run away long ago," Zhang Wei pointed to the area behind the sofa.
His son's words seemed somewhat credible. After all, the boy, no matter how absurd, wouldn't lie to him at this time, would he? Zhang Xiangu looked somewhat serious as he shone the mirror behind the sofa.
But there was no one there.
He looked left and right, but found nothing.
Everything in the room was normal.
"There's nothing," Zhang Xiangu said, shaking his head with a smile.
He had actually believed a student's words. It seemed that he had been influenced by too many ghost stories recently, affecting his judgment.
He had even indulged Yang Jian's nonsense.
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But when he put the mirror on the coffee table, the smile on his face froze.
Next to the railing on the second floor.
A person stood there, motionless.
Due to the angle, he could only see half of the body, but there was no doubt that it was a person.
The mirror was crystal clear, and he definitely hadn't seen wrong.
Zhang Xiangu's eyes widened, and he quickly looked up.
Next to the railing on the second floor, there was nothing. He looked back at the mirror.
But he saw the person in the mirror turning and walking away, then slowly disappearing into the corridor on the second floor.
"The ghost's location changes. It doesn't necessarily stay behind the sofa all the time, so you need to be patient when looking for it. But it's definitely in the house," Yang Jian said.
"Leg, Brother Leg, what did you just say?"
Zhang Xiangu looked up, his voice stuttering, and fear showed in his eyes.