Chapter 737 The owner and his wife

 “What did you call me?”

Grapp was stunned for a moment. After all, no one had called him that for a long time. Hearing such a title, he still felt a little nostalgic, and he also had many things he wanted to explain clearly.

“I didn’t say anything. Mr. 71 must have heard wrong, right? It’s raining outside, so let’s go in and talk.”

Creak~ The rusty door shaft rubbed.

 The soaked umbrellas were stored in the vertical bucket at the door.

 Somewhat strangely, this villa feels quite depressing inside, and is far less big than it looks from the outside.

It is more like a Japanese-style villa. There is no open hall. The entrance is just a straight entrance hall and stairs leading to the second floor.

 At this time,

A white-haired woman wearing a mask walked out of the room at the end of the entrance hall. She was only wearing a turtleneck sweater. The lower end of the sweater covered half of her thighs, making her look slender and fair.

 “This is my wife, Jessica.

 She has an infectious disease and needs to wear a mask at all times. I hope Mr. Detective doesn't mind. I'd pay five times the price or more if you could help find the 'source of snooping' in the house and remove it. "

"OK."

Grapp looked up and down at the silver-haired woman wearing a mask, making sure he had never seen her before. I don't know why, but after looking at each other for a long time, I always feel a slight toothache.

 Under the leadership of the white-haired woman, we went to the living room to have dinner together.

However, when Grip took off his shoes and walked onto the wooden floor of the entrance, a sense of 'peeping' suddenly hit him, and he suddenly looked at the stairs leading to the second floor.

I didn’t see any ghost, but I saw a spoon at the end of the stairs.

Obviously it is an ordinary spoon, but Grip feels like his eyes are about to be dug out. When Grip looked carefully, the smooth surface of the spoon reflected light, seeming to reflect a woman with black hair and face covering standing on the second floor above the stairs.

 In a blink of an eye, the spoon had disappeared.

 A feeling of uneasiness permeated the body, but... the appearance of William in front of him made Grip more concerned, and he was more guessing about the purpose of William's appearance.

However, since William did not express his position, he continued to maintain his self-defined identity as a detective.

 The living room and dining room are next to each other, and the dining table is filled with sumptuous food.

Grapp looked around with a carefree look, and after making sure there were no problems, he chose to sit down, and at a glance he discovered that there was a hair in the sandwich in front of him.

However, the hair is black,

The owner of the house played by William and his wife do not have this hair color. For safety reasons, Grip did not eat for the time being, but chatted with the two first.

“By the way, are you two the only ones living here?”

“That’s right, madam, we didn’t have children because she was in poor health. We have lived here for decades, but we have been encountering strange things frequently since three months ago.

I used to work as a technical consultant in a steel plant and was away from home most of the time. It was my wife who first discovered the problem.

 When she was taking a shower, she always felt that there was someone standing behind the shower curtain.

 At first I thought it was just that some bad news had been reported recently, and she was a little nervous staying at home alone, so I asked for leave to come back and spend some time with her.

 But when I stayed at home, I also felt this abnormality.

 While I was taking a shower, I also felt like there was someone behind the shower curtain, and as time went by, this sense of prying eyes became more and more frequent.

 Under the bed, in the wardrobe, behind the sofa or on the window.

 Until one day something really happened. "

When the owner of the house played by 'William' said this, he also pulled the 'Madam' to sit down, drank fresh milk soaked in corn flakes and started telling strange things.

“Two weeks ago, I had trouble sleeping due to the long-term sense of being watched.

 One day I woke up at six o'clock in the morning and couldn't sleep anymore. I wanted to go for a morning run to relax. I happened to pass by a 24-hour fast food restaurant behind me, so I sat inside to rest and eat something.

When the time came to eight o'clock, I suddenly thought about whether my wife would be a little scared at home alone, so I called her. "

 When he said this, William was like a caring husband holding the back of his wife's hand tightly.

“As a result, there was a vibrato on the other end of the phone, and my wife said that I was sleeping next to him, sleeping on my side, and couldn’t see my face...

Hearing this, I immediately rushed back as fast as possible.

 But when I got home, my wife had fainted from fright. After she woke up, she continued to be mentally unstable, so I quit my job and stayed with her at home. "

 “Why don’t you move?”

“This is our third home, and even when we are in the hospital room, the feeling of being watched does not go away. The thing watching us is not staying in a house, but watching us both.

 We have tried many methods, but none of them work.

A few days ago, I accidentally saw your information in the corner of an ordinary newspaper, so I approached you with the idea of ​​giving it a try. It's a pity that you didn't respond when I came to visit, and the door was not locked.

 I put the letter on the table without permission, locked the door for you and left. "

 After saying that, William also took a bite of the sandwich, and there seemed to be a black hair in it.

Grapp saw it but did not say directly, "Okay, I know the general situation. I will do a full house inspection on your house today. If nothing is found, we will consider other methods."

 When Grip was about to get up to check,

Snapped! His arm was suddenly held down by William across the table, with such force that the pressed arm ached.

William cracked a creepy smile, "Mr. 71, don't you like the food prepared by my wife? You don't seem to have even taken a bite."

“I don’t like breakfast very much. A bottle of whiskey on an empty stomach can make the brain more relaxed and effectively improve my detection. If possible, how about I pack these things back for a midnight snack?”

With that said, Grip put the whiskey that the taxi driver gave him just now on the table, and William slowly let go.

“So that’s it, it seems I don’t know you very well yet… Drinking alcohol on an empty stomach is not good for your stomach. It will also greatly increase the probability of gastrointestinal cancer, not to mention ordinary gastrointestinal diseases, which will make your body smell bad.”

Grip spread his hands and said, "It's enough to live in a city like this. There's no need to live too long. Once I confirmed that I had cancer, I immediately went to a high-rise building to experience the feeling of falling while drunk." , see if you can fall directly into the **** of wine."

“Mr. 71 is really interesting. No wonder he was given such an [eye] by God. I will trouble you for the rest of the time. There are no restrictions on all areas of the house. You can search at will. If you have any questions, call us at any time.”

“Then I’ll go to the second floor to take a look.”

Grapp left the guest dining room and paused briefly at the entrance.

The "third eye" between his eyebrows suddenly opened, looking through the wall to observe William and his wife who were dining.

William did not use cutlery, but ate with his hands.

Madam sat aside, cutting the food with a knife and fork, stuffing it into her mouth from the lower end of the mask, chewing it slowly.

This contrasting scene looks a little weird,

 But considering that the owner of the house corresponding to William gave up his high-paying job to stay with his wife at home and was always under the mental pressure of prying, it is understandable.

“I don’t know what this guy William is doing. He continued to act even though he called my name. Does he want to convey something to me through acting? Or are you trying to test me on purpose?



Grapp had already stepped onto the stairs to the second floor while he was thinking, but before he could fully go up,



There were bursts of low hoarseness, and the sound of bubbles coming from deep in the throat came from the upper end. It seemed that someone was about to crawl out from the corner of the stairs in front.

 (End of this chapter)