Zhuanglong's home is in Monterey, California's most famous beachfront resort.

Here the scenery is pleasant, you can see the shape of the villa house, some houses hidden in the forest, some are built on the coast, in short, these are rich people can afford to live.

When the dragon was young, it was not so famous here.At that time, there were not many people who would come here for vacation, but those who could come were rich.

This time, he did not inform Xiao Meng, he no longer remembers the things of childhood, even the address he once lived.To this end, Zhuang Long also specially asked someone to help investigate.When he got the plane, he got an address.

Looking at the address, the dragon is a bit out of luck.

Is this where he lived as a child?

After Zhuanglong arrived in Monterey, he recruited a taxi from the local area.He said the destination, the driver also thought he was on vacation, but also told him which villa environment is the best, the most favorable price.

He said, "I already have a place."

The enthusiastic driver smiled a little, and a moment later, a warm smile hung on his face.He asked Zhuang Long what he was going to do, and Zhuang Long said that he had lived here and grew up here.It turned out to be half-scrupulous, and the driver's attitude suddenly became more amiable.

The two talked for a few words, and from the driver's words, Zhuang Long got a lot of favorable news.

When he learned from Zhuang Long's mouth that he was going to live in the address of the house he was going to live this time, the driver saw that Zhuang Long's eyes had changed.He was silent, as if incomprehensible.Zhuang Long did not understand why the driver was this reaction, he was shocked, but did not show his feet.

The driver was a young man, unable to hide things, and finally couldn't help but ask Dr. Zhuang Long, "Do you know, the house you are going to live in is a murder house."

At this time, Zhuang Long did not know his own house, and it had become a murder house.

He was even more surprised when he heard this.

Good, why did his house become a murderous house?

A vague conjecture, forming in his mind.

He looked out the window at the beautiful and charming sea scenery and saw the seagulls parked on the shore, not afraid of tourists.He confiscated his eyes, like an unrelated stranger, and asked the driver in the most serene tone about the situation in that house.

“The murder house?”His mind flashed the face of a dream, and then asked the driver, “What do you say?”

"Because there were dead people there."

Zhuang Long said, "A lot of people have died in the house."He seemed disapproving, "Isn't every house that has been murderous, it's a murder house?"

“That’s not.”The driver smiled, then straightened his face and said, "But the house is different, the house has died, there is more than one, the death is ugly."

The dragon’s eyes deepened.

More than one dead?

When is this?

Was it when he lived there, or after he left?Why did these people die?Who was the one my mother killed?

Before he reached his destination, his heart was full of countless questions.

He asked the driver, “Do you know the specifics?”

“It’s been a long time, where do I know?”The driver looked at him and was in his twenties, and he estimated that he had heard of those things from other people.He told Zhuang Long what he knew, and he said, "I heard that there was a murder in that house more than 20 years ago."It was said to be bloody, and then no one would buy the house."

"So many years, the price of houses near the area has increased, and no one has ever been asked about that."I advise you to change one."

The dragon laughed and did not answer.

The driver sent him to the destination, repeatedly asked, to confirm that Zhuang Long's mind had been determined, did not intend to find a place to live again, then died, turned the car to leave.

Zhuang Long carried his duffel bag and stood beside the road.

On both sides of the road, there are many private houses, which are close to the sea and can hear the sound of the waves.Zhuang Long looked up at the old villa house on the hillside, that house, which was the home he had once had.

The house is two floors, not high, but covers a large area.

Standing on the side of the road, looking at the house for a long time, Zhuang Long then took his luggage to the house.

The house was locked, because it was a murder house, no one was close to it, and the grass around it was a little deep, but the house was well preserved, and over the years someone should be repaired.

When he was imprisoned, the house was taken back by the government and later handed over to the housing agent to sell the house.It’s only after all these years that the house has been unattended.

Zhuang Long contacted the intermediary, explained the intention, less than half an hour, the intermediary company sent someone to sign a contract with Zhuanglong.

The man was a man in his thirties, who came in a hurry, walked in a hurry, and was even more good at signing the contract.As he walked, he was walking fast, like there was a plague behind him.This house, they just want to sell.

Therefore, Zhuang Long became the new owner of this house at an unimaginable ultra-low price.

Zhuang Long opened the door with the key, and as soon as he entered the house, the pavement was hit by a wave of dust.Zhuang Long quickly withdrew, waited for a while, saw that all the dust flying inside had fallen to the ground, and then he stepped into it.

There are many things in this house, there are sofas, table stools, almost everything that life needs to use, and there are in the house.The only surprise is the walls of the house, the walls are too clean, and they are repainted, as if they were to cover the traces that should not have been.

The dragon stared at the white wall, his heart drifted away.

He stepped forward and touched his hand on the wall.Many years ago, were these walls covered with blood?

The ground is full of dust, and every step of the way, the ground will leave a footprint.The neurotic thought of a picture—

In the house, he was alone, and he was wandering around the dusty house, looking back, only to find that the footprints on the ground were of different sizes.

His back was cold, stopped thinking, called a housekeeping company, and asked them to send someone to clean the house.After the call, he called the furniture store and asked them to send some furniture.

After the call, he exited the house and sat on the grass beside the house.After a while, the people of the housekeeping company came to the door, and they looked at Zhuang Long's eyes as if they were looking at a madman.Such a house, how dare he live!

For their complex prying eyes, Zhuang Long only pretended to be invisible.

He fell on the grass and looked up at the coast.