Father Mavie

Chapter 459 Haunted Apartment (Please Subscribe!!!)

"Don't get excited, as a buyer, we just want to know why you are selling your store."

In the impenetrable lobby, where the wooden boards were nailed, Ma Wei looked at the lame old man carrying a kerosene lamp, and said calmly: "When you go to the market to buy meat, you have to check how fresh it is, let alone such an expensive property as a shop, so be more cautious." It's always right, don't you?"

"I have nothing to say." The old man limped forward, although he was not as angry as before, but at least his tone softened a bit: "If you don't buy it, someone will buy it! If you can't sell it today, tomorrow, if you can't sell it tomorrow If you drop it, go out the day after tomorrow!"

The old man started to chase people away with a kerosene lamp. Seeing his tough attitude, he didn't want to talk more, so Mavi had to take Levin and the others out of the apartment. As soon as he went out, the wooden door slammed shut behind him.

"What kind of attitude!" Levin waved his walnut cane, and said angrily, "We are buyers after all, we didn't negotiate the price, and we didn't force it. We don't have any manners at all!"

"It's not that there's a problem with this house, or that there's a problem with Mr. Hamlet." Marvie suddenly said, "House prices in London are not cheap, and the price of such a restaurant near the center of the district will not be less than 1000 gold pounds, but Mr. Hamley offered one-tenth of the price, plus an apartment upstairs. Strange thing."

"But brother, let me tell you."

Levin put his cane on the brim of his hat, sneaked up in front of Ma Wei, and muttered in a low voice: "Such a cheap house, why don't we just buy it! If you can't buy it with 100 gold pounds, you can't afford it and you can't be fooled! Just rely on it." What problems can't be solved by us people? We are not afraid of ghosts!"

It was true, it made sense, and even Marvie didn't think the house was a big deal--to them.

How sneaky can a small room be?

They who deal with gods every day should have no taboos!

but
Having said that, Mavi still doesn't want to show his strength here. This restaurant has been listed in the Times with a huge circulation for a week and has not been sold. It is definitely tricky!

They are definitely not the first batch of buyers to come to see the house. Since everyone knows that there is a problem, will Ma Wei, who bought this house and solved the problem, arouse the suspicion of the church?

The three Manstein brothers have no church beliefs and are 'ordinary people'.

When ordinary people encounter an extraordinary threat, what is the first solution that comes to mind?

police!

church!

Ordinary people have ordinary people's way of dealing with it, but before that, Ma Wei felt that it was necessary to inquire about No. 27 Huajie.

"Let's walk around here."

Ma Wei asked the coachman to wait on the spot, and took Junia and Levin to go shopping in the street. After walking not far, Ma Wei locked on a tavern opposite No. 27 Flower Street, planning to start from there .

It was still early, and the tavern was not yet open, but the lights were on in the shop. Ma Wei stepped forward and gently rang the bell at the door.

Jingle Bell--

Jingle Bell--

squeak
The store door opened, and a middle-aged man with a black apron around his waist appeared in front of Ma Wei. He seemed to have not slept well, and his spirits were listless: "Sorry customers, we will not open until after 4 pm."

"I want to ask you something." Ma Wei took out the coin purse, took out a heavy gold pound coin and stuffed it into the middle-aged man's apron pocket, and said with a smile, "Do you know anything about Mr. Hamlet?" thing?"

Touching the gold pound coins in his pocket, the middle-aged man's eyes lit up. One gold pound is not a small amount, which is equivalent to his two nights' business profit. With such a big deal, he must be a big shot if he is either a rich man or an aristocrat.

"Come in please come in!"

The middle-aged man pulled himself together, invited Ma Wei and the others to enter the store, moved a few chairs from the table and put them down: "Sit down first, I'll come after I finish unloading the goods at the back! Immediately!"

"Okay, you go first." Ma Wei nodded with a smile.

The middle-aged man ran out of the back door in a hurry, commanding the workers to move crates of whiskey into the tavern, and it was finished in a short time. When he came back, he poured a few large glasses of beer that were bubbling, and brought them to Mavic and the others. Ya also got a glass of lemon soda.

"About Mr. Hamley who lives across the street." The middle-aged man sat across from Ma Wei and the others, smacked his lips and said, "He is a miserable person, alas! Those who live in the East District are all miserable people, but his It's a sad fate."

"Why is it regrettable?"

"Mr. Hamlet used to be a soldier serving in the army. He was injured in a battle with the Popang Kingdom decades ago. Although he didn't hurt his life, his left leg was lame, where the ankle was. It was hit by a projectile. It’s broken.” The middle-aged man patted his left leg and said, “After receiving a meager pension, Mr. Hamley retired and returned to London. His family lives in a village south of London. The most fortunate thing is that his father's brother died of illness, leaving him an apartment and restaurant."

"The apartment and the restaurant are his inheritance?" Daniel asked.

The middle-aged man nodded: "The restaurant has been on this street for decades, and Mr. Hamlet moved here. Within two years, he married a wife and had several children."

"Isn't that lucky?" Levin took a sip of beer and said, "What's the problem?"

"This is just the beginning!" The middle-aged man squinted his eyes and said: "Mr. Hamley was very lucky, but the bad luck started a few years ago, it seems to be four years ago, when there was an earthquake. Cracked the beam of the apartment, no one paid attention to it at the time, but the next day, when Mr. Hamley's wife was going down the stairs, the beam suddenly fell and hit her on the head. !"

"Since then, Mr. Hamley has been haunted by bad luck. First, his wife was crushed to death by a beam, and several children died of serious illnesses one after another. The last youngest son also went crazy a year ago!"

"crazy?"

"Crazy!" The middle-aged man swore, "It's like being possessed by an evil spirit. He is oblivious all day long, doesn't recognize anyone and doesn't speak, shrinks in a daze in the corner of the room, screams when he sees people, and often goes crazy and noisy in the middle of the night. People can't sleep, and the business of my tavern has been affected by him. The neighbors who live on Flower Street say that Mr. Hamley's house is haunted!"

"Since the situation is so weird, didn't Mr. Hamlet seek help from the Church of the Three Fates?"

"I went there at that time!" The middle-aged man said: "Mr. Hamley's other relatives all died suddenly, but this youngest son went crazy. Mr. Hamley took him to the Whitechapel next door to find Michelle." Father Michele, it's strange to say that after Father Michelle gave him holy water, he returned to normal!"

If the holy water is effective, there is a high probability that it is related to the existence of the extraordinary. It seems that the bad luck encountered by Mr. Hamley's family should be caused by something, Mavi guessed in his heart.

"The strange thing is that Mr. Hamley's youngest son returned to normal after drinking holy water during the day, but at night, especially at midnight, he still goes crazy! He scratches and bites anyone he sees! Holy water is useless!"

The middle-aged man took a sip of beer to moisten his throat, and continued: "Later, Mr. Hamlet invited Father Michel to his home to perform an exorcism. The bishop in the area, but after the bishop came to check, he also found nothing unusual, and finally determined that his relatives died one after another, and the blow was too great, causing the youngest son to go crazy."

Levin and Daniel looked at each other with big eyes and small eyes, with extremely weird expressions.

To be honest, they weren't sure if holy water had any effect on mental illness, and if so, there was a real possibility that Mr Hamley's youngest son might have gone insane.

The eternal life domain of the Church of the Three Fate Goddesses can only heal physical injuries for a period of time, and has no effect on emotions and spirits.

For example, if a prisoner is tortured with a torture tool for a long time, his injuries will recover in an instant, but the mental torture and painful memories cannot be eliminated, and over time, his spirit will collapse.

The priest and the bishop can't find the apartment with the problem. Is there really a problem?
If there is a problem with the apartment, Junia and Edward should have given a warning when they entered the apartment just now.

Including the demon wooden box, there was also no response.

Is it really crazy?

wrong
Ma Wei was thinking about the information provided by the middle-aged man, using hypothetical principles, assuming that the holy water has an effect on mental illness, then the youngest son who took the holy water during the day returned to normal, and when he went crazy at night, why is the holy water useless? ?
No matter day or night, the effect of holy water is the same, there is no difference between daily use and night use, and it is not a sanitary napkin.
Apparently it wasn't the holy water that was the source of the problem, but Mr. Hamley's youngest son!
"The neighbors in the neighborhood think that Mr. Hamley's house is haunted, and Mr. Hamley seems to think so, so he is selling the apartment and restaurant and moving out of London."

Spreading his hands, the middle-aged man smiled helplessly: "But who would dare to take over a haunted house? Every buyer who came to see the house was unlucky after returning home. For example, last time there was a gentleman I signed the contract, paid the deposit and planned to buy it, but that night I slipped and fell upstairs and broke my leg.”

While talking, the middle-aged man slowly widened his eyes and remembered something: "Gentlemen, you won't go to the opposite side to see it."

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Ma Wei thought for a while and said: "I have indeed visited, but we are not afraid of bad luck, and I don't think bad luck will find it in general."

Clap!

The roof suddenly fell, and a wooden plank fell, hitting Ma Wei's head straight. Edward raised his palm and caught the wooden plank firmly. He glanced at the middle-aged man and said, "Your tavern should be repaired."

"What does this have to do with our tavern!" The middle-aged man screamed: "Obviously bad luck has found you! Gentlemen, listen to my advice, and hurry up to find Father Michel to exorcise the demon! It's too late It's too late!"

Ma Wei took off the hat on the top of his head, slowly patted off the dust on it, and put it on again, finally showing a slightly weird smile on his expressionless face:

"Thank you for the reminder, but I don't believe in fate. Since Father Michelle can't solve the problem of Mr. Hamley's family, then we will find someone who can solve the problem. Boss, do you know where Mr. Dillock Holmes lives? ?”

"Yes, he lives at 221 St. Martin's Street, Fulham. Sir, do you want Holmes to settle this matter?"

"He is the most authoritative detective in London. I believe he can help me solve this problem."

(End of this chapter)