Nightmare Apostle

Chapter 1463: Chapter 899: Pursuit and Assassination (Part 3)

"Just one piece, if you don’t tell me, I’ll go ask those aunties." Yang Xiao turned around and looked at the old ladies behind him.

This was a buyer’s market, and Yang Xiao was confident that in the face of money, the friendship between these aunties would sink at any moment.

"Just one piece, let’s be clear, no changing the price." The auntie hurriedly waved her hand, signaled Yang Xiao to keep it quiet, preventing those old girlfriends from being attracted, "Go ahead and ask."

"Did children die here, strangled by their father?" Yang Xiao asked.

"Yes, that’s from many years ago, the family’s surname is Wu, and they live not far from here." The auntie replied.

"Great." Yang Xiao handed over one yuan as agreed.

"After that incident, was there some haunting for a while, did anyone see those dead children?" Yang Xiao continued to inquire.

This time, the auntie shook her head vigorously, "Nonsense, there’s no such thing, it’s all outside gossip. My family lives not far from Old Wu’s house. If there was really a haunting, would our family still dare to live here? ƒreeωebnovel.ƈom

"A few years ago the house sold for a low price, now there are outsiders living inside, a family that came here for work, living well without any issues." The auntie pursed her lips, looking very disdainful.

"Wasn’t there a car accident near here before, where three people out of a family of four were burned to death?" Jiang Qingluan pursued further.

"Oh, you’re talking about that incident, yes there was an accident, but no one died, the family of four is all alive."

"It was around a festival, the man brought his family to visit relatives, drank too much, and couldn’t see the road clearly at night, hit the wall with the gas pedal." The auntie explained.

"What about the husband who killed those two children, and his wife?" Yang Xiao asked further.

"That’s two questions, two yuan." The auntie naturally extended two fingers.

Yang Xiao handed the money without hesitation, and the auntie was straightforward, "The man was a murderer, caught by the police and executed. The woman remarried, went to the neighboring village, and last year had twins, a boy and a girl."

"Hey, you probably don’t know, the woman has long been involved with Li Dachuizi from the neighboring village, and those two kids strangled by the husband were actually Li Dachuizi’s children." The auntie’s gossip spirit was awakened, munching on sunflower seeds as she voluntarily shared this with Yang Xiao.

Yang Xiao didn’t care about such messy affairs; he could almost confirm that the relocation of the new village had nothing to do with the tragedy on the 18th floor of the Rongjin Building, they had hit a dead end.

"Did a film crew come to shoot a movie here, at the house where the people died?" Jiang Qingluan suddenly asked.

The auntie thought for a few seconds, her eyes lit up, "Oh right, that was many years ago, I forgot if you didn’t mention it. Lots of people came, with TV station equipment, but they weren’t filming a movie, the TV station came for interviews, even interviewed me, I talked too!"

"What did you say?"

"They gave me a script, I memorized a few lines, just... just like what you mentioned earlier, said there were ghosts, ghost children, very scary." The auntie reminisced the scene, swallowing nervously.

"But later when we watched TV, there was no interview, I was waiting to see myself on TV!" The auntie complained, clearly feeling some regret.

At this point, Yang Xiao roughly understood, those people weren’t from the TV station, the TV station wouldn’t deal in such dodgy acts, it was the crew from Chen’s Strange Film Industry.

They insisted on filming on location but made some adaptations to the content, for fear effects, they fictionalized and supplemented part of the storyline, which was a norm in the film industry.

To ensure accuracy, after leaving the small shop, Yang Xiao followed the auntie’s directions and went near the house where the tragedy happened to take a look, but found nothing unusual.

Outside the house was an iron fence gate, through which you could see clothes drying in the courtyard inside.

Indeed, people still lived inside, and it seemed there were quite a few, with an old motorcycle parked against the wall, carrying a cargo basket on the back.

Yang Xiao asked an old man sunbathing randomly and received consistent information with what the small shop auntie provided.

"Looks like it’s not here, let’s go." For some reason, even though they hit a dead end, Yang Xiao instinctively felt relieved.

It seems the actual crime scene is on Zhou Mingxiao’s group’s side, with the aid of that DV camera, perhaps Zhou Mingxiao might actually discover some clues at the crime site.

It’s already past 3 PM now, Yang Xiao is still alive, and no bad news has come from Zhou Mingxiao’s side, remember, Chen Moting died in the morning yesterday.

Calculating this way, their danger might have been eliminated, if by night there’s no attack, it means one of the conditions for ghost killings in the daytime is that the victims must stay inside the Rongjin Building.

"What’s wrong, haven’t they responded?" Yang Xiao frowned and looked at Jiang Qingluan.

Not long ago, Jiang Qingluan had sent a message to Zhou Mingxiao’s group, not called, just a text message, unsure of their situation, in case of a crisis, a phone call at an inappropriate time could be deadly.

"Still nothing." Jiang Qingluan checked her phone.

At this moment, Yang Xiao sensed a hint of danger, and asked: "How long since you sent the message?"

"About 20 minutes now." Jiang Qingluan replied.