Haunted Houses’ Chronicles

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It's a great joy for this house to be here. No thrilling things happened this time, but the impact is still quite big.

I drew up the contract that day and signed it with the property owner at the previously negotiated price. When I saw him, I envied him a lot, and there was a wife who loved her so much.

After signing the contract, Qin Yiheng and I didn't stay much, and gave the middle commission to Xu Chuanxiang. He promised him that there would be news for us to inform us that the percentage of the house's commission would follow this time. Xu Chuanxiang was very happy, and asked me to eat and drink with Qin Yihengda, which was a see-off, and then I returned home with Qin Yiheng.

In fact, it did n’t take many days, but I always felt like I had n’t been home for a long time.

Plus these days are really a bit tiring. When I arrived in the city in the evening, I went back to Qin Yiheng with each other.

I plan to go back and deal with the two recent contracts, and then go to bed early to get a good night's sleep. I will find two hours to clean the next day. After all, I must have been away for a few days.

But when I opened the door and entered the room, before I turned on the light, I stumbled under my feet. I turned on the light and saw that it was a very thick stack of magazines, tied with a string, and placed next to my shoe cabinet.

At first I thought it was my masterpiece. I was neglected and forgot a few days away from home.

But when I think about it, I feel that something is wrong. The packaging of magazines is not my style at all. I just slammed the magazines together. Besides, when do I have these books at home?

I squatted down and carried it with my hand. The magazines are not too thick, but it is said that there are dozens of them, which is quite heavy. I said to myself, who sent me the mail? That's impossible, who opened the door to the postman?

Thinking about it, I glanced at the cover of the magazine and only took one look. I took a breath and quickly called Qin Yiheng and told him about my situation. Just listening to Qin Yiheng shouting "I lean" over there, and hung up the phone directly.

He hung up the phone, I am the six gods without a master, and then dialed over, it turned off there.

I want to open the door to hide for a while, and I think I might be a little fussed, but anyway, this stack of magazines is probably not simple, because there are a few words on the cover of the magazine-Hongdazhi. You don't have to go through the content, just look at the name, idiots can come up with it, this must be related to HTC Real Estate.

I stood still and calmed down a little bit, so I didn't panic so much. After all, it's my home here, and it's my home at all times. Even if I encounter any danger, I won't panic when I run away. So I squatted down again and read the magazine carefully,

The cover and color of the entire magazine looks rustic, although I have n’t read the content, but I have thought about it. This is probably an internal company magazine, that is, the company ’s own reading, usually only inside the company. Circulate among employees and show them to customers when they come to a customer at best. It is a disguised corporate propaganda and demonstration of corporate strength.

But why did this thing come to my house? And there are so many books in the past? Is this to promote corporate culture? Obviously impossible.

I checked the doors and windows and they were all intact and there were no signs of being pryed. These things are the same as the strange wardrobe and Yin buckle in Qin Yiheng's house, they arrived in the room out of nowhere. Is there any connection between the two? Could it be that this stack of magazines also came to provide us with clues? Anyway, nothing can be seen on the surface. I hesitated for a moment, and thought it was better not to untie the rope that tied the magazine first. Everything was still to be decided after Qin Yiheng had seen it. I had to protect the scene. So, I was going to call Qin Yiheng again, just about to dial, but he called in first.

After answering the phone, Qin Yiheng told me that he had just run out of phone and now he was almost downstairs and asked me to open the door. I don't need to open the door. I haven't closed the door since I went home. I heard him coming, and my heart was completely settled.

After waiting for seven or eight minutes, Qin Yiheng hurriedly pushed the door in and did not greet me. He bowed his head to see the internal magazines of the enterprise, and just squatted down to see. I saw that he was still in a panic. The heart that had just fallen down hung up again. He squatted down quickly and asked him, "What is going on with this thing?"

When I asked, I reacted, and I was the first party. Qin Yiheng did not know as much as I did. So, I simply found out how this stack of things was found, and I had any guesses, and told him along the way. I don't know if he listened or not. Anyway, his head was always lowered and he didn't lift it.

After a while, Qin Yiheng took out the Swiss army knife from his carry bag, cut the rope of the bundle of books neatly, picked up a copy, looked at it, and put it down again.

I glanced a few times at the side, this is the company's internal journal, and it didn't run away. I saw that Qin Yiheng was getting started, and it seemed that there was no danger. I picked it up and looked through a few books, and found that these things were quite complete. The first issue in January, this stack contains the company's internal publications for several years.

I am getting more and more confused, what is the purpose of the person who sent this thing? I said in my heart that I wanted Qin Yiheng to understand the history of HTC Real Estate? This is possible.

I asked Qin Yiheng what he thought. He did n’t express his opinion. He just put the internal journal back in place and sat on the sofa and lit a cigarette. It ’s being monitored. ”He said, he took a small object out of his pocket, and kept it on the coffee table.

When I picked it up, it turned out to be a pinhole camera. Qin Yiheng said: "Since the appearance of the wardrobe, I have also remembered. I installed a candid camera device at home, connected to the same hidden computer host, and can record a long time image. Every time I go out, I will put this device The purpose is to see if there is anything to be sent in, but I did n’t expect it to be delivered to your house this time. "

I'm not stupid. When he said that, I felt chills in my back. Co-authored that the other party knew that Qin Yiheng had installed a candid camera device at home, and asked to send the things to me next? If I say this, this person is watching us all the time, day and night? Regardless of occasion? And monitor two people at the same time? Do they have a team or what?

If you think about it, it's really more disturbing than hitting a ghost. Anyway, I don't understand. Is this helping us or the other person designing a way to keep us tempted to go on?

I had a big head, and took a sip with a cigarette. I recalled all my previous experiences. The uneasy feeling started to rise from the bottom of my heart.

It is estimated that Qin Yiheng is also thinking. For more than ten minutes, neither of us spoke. In the end, he moved all the books to the coffee table and said to me with some comfort: "We can only be led by the other party for the time being. After all, no one can guarantee what is written on the coffin board Fake. There are too many incomprehensible things in the world, and these two are not worse. Let ’s first see if we can find anything. ”

Qin Yiheng's words are reasonable. I also patted my face and started to turn over these internal journals. This kind of book can be different from a magazine. It looks stinky and long, but you still have to calm down and read it one by one. This is really a kind of suffering.

The two saw nothing in the middle of the night. I originally planned to go home and have a good night's sleep. Now that I'm so late, people are so exhausted that I have to keep smoking and refreshing. In the end, I simply went to wash my face with cold water, and then got a little more energetic, and returned to the sofa, just preparing to continue to study hard, I heard Qin Yiheng yell.

As soon as he moved, my worries disappeared and asked him what was wrong. He pointed to the publication in his hand and muttered: "There is a typo in it."

Originally I thought he discovered something important, and the co-author was a false alarm. Not to mention this kind of publication, even if it is a high-end magazine on the market, there is no guarantee that there are no typos, because all the proofreaders are people. If you are a person, you will make mistakes, not to mention that this kind of internal publication of the enterprise usually only takes a form, and there are not so many people who are really correct about a typo.

I wanted to blame Qin Yiheng for making a fuss, turning his face to look, he frowned. I leaned over and glanced, and saw that he was pointing the typo with his fingertips. I was a little stunned at first glance, I don't know the word.

Ordinarily I am a genuine university graduate, so I do n’t even know a word. This is not a professional academic magazine. What uncommon words can I use in an internal company magazine? I want to ask Qin Yiheng what he says, Before waiting to speak, he seemed to have thought of something. He opened several books in a row, quickly rummaged a few times, and turned to me and said, "Not only is there a typo in this book, many books have, and ... ... "He said, he picked up another finger and showed it to me," These typos seem to be in the same position. "

When he said this, I still didn't turn around in my head. I didn't understand it until I read a few typos he picked out. I don't know these typos before I know it. The position where the typo appears is quite It's amazing. Because no matter what the theme of the internal journal is, and what the content of that page of the page is, there will be a typo in the penultimate page of the internal journal, in the row at the bottom left corner.

How is this going? Is it a typographical error, or is there something wrong with typesetting? Isn't it possible that every book is typo in the same place? I took a look at Qin Yiheng, who was also at a loss.

After a while, he "huh" and said, "These typos, I am afraid that these books appear here." After that, I was asked to turn all the internal corporate journals on that page, and so on. Checked it and transcribed the typos on a piece of paper.

As he transcribed, I kept watching. I figured it out, although there are typos in every book, but there are five words back and forth, which appear in turns.

I said to my heart, this **** thing is not evidence of aliens lurking on Earth, right? Unless this is Oracle, I can only believe it is alien text. Although every word looks horizontal and vertical with strokes, how do you think these words are uncomfortable.

Qin Yiheng finished the transcript, looked at the paper for a long time, and finally shook his head and said: "This is not like the words that will be used on the Tao character. Some Taoists do write some ancient text on the Tao character. Stick figures or totems are very close, but in the end there are only a few, and I have n’t seen them all. "

Even his eyes were smeared black, and I didn't even mention it. I took a look at the paper. I didn't even know which way to guess. I could only put the paper down and asked Qin Yiheng what to do now.

Qin Yiheng was also tired. He yawned and said, "Now we can only stop here. Let's take a rest and wait for our spirits. I'll take you to an expert who I know to see if I can help. "After he finished, he got up and said goodbye, and he took two ham sausages away from my refrigerator.

I was indeed exhausted, and I was too lazy to pack things up and fell asleep directly on the bed.