"As for how to deal with them, we still need to consult with the higher-ups at the Yin Division, but rest assured, the matter will be resolved. I guarantee you can sell these villas."
"If you can really do that," Cheng Xiaojuan hesitated, biting her lip, as if she had made a big decision. She looked at me, then at Bingbing, "Two units... is a bit difficult, but I can give you one villa!"
"Wow! Really?" Zheng Bingbing exclaimed excitedly. We are a team, so two units or one unit makes no difference; we'll be living together anyway.
"A gentleman's word is his bond!" Cheng Xiaojuan and Bingbing high-fived.
This gave me even more motivation. A villa of this caliber would start at thirty million yuan!
We arrived at the model home. Although the young lady who was supposed to introduce it had run off, Cheng Xiaojuan had the remote key. With a press of a button, the garage door at the back opened. The Range Rover drove in. It was a semi-underground garage. The garage door closed. The lighting was a bit dim, with only the lights on the left illuminated. The headlights on the right were not on, possibly broken due to long disuse. Model homes are often more for show than substance.
The three of us got out of the car. There was even an elevator, indicating this was the basement level.
Stepping into the elevator, we found there were actually levels B2 and B3 below. No wonder the ghosts here were disturbed. How deep did they dig the foundations to unearth someone's ancestral grave?
We toured from the bottom up. B3 was a constant temperature wine cellar, entirely a wine cellar with nothing else. The walls were covered with rhombus-shaped redwood racks for wine bottles, estimated to hold several thousand bottles.
"What a waste of space," Bingbing lamented. "It would be so much better as a gym or a private cinema."
Cheng Xiaojuan pointed upwards, "The next floor up is that."
"How much would it cost to fill all these wine racks?" I asked, as I'm not much of a wine connoisseur.
"That depends on the quality of the wines you collect. If they are all world-renowned, vintage wines, they would be more expensive than the villa itself," Cheng Xiaojuan said with a smile.
Indeed, the world of the rich is something I can't relate to. I recall a certain female celebrity who, due to her love for red wine, bought a vineyard in a foreign country. Unfortunately, it didn't end well.
However, since it was a model home, the "wine" here was all just empty bottles, nothing interesting.
Taking the elevator up one floor, as Zheng Bingbing had mentioned, this area was formerly a gym and a private cinema, with a shower room. Perhaps due to its underground location, the atmosphere felt somewhat oppressive and cold. Zheng Bingbing felt it too, involuntarily shivering a few times.
I activated my physiognomy technique. Holy cow, no wonder it felt so eerie. There was actually a female ghost squatting in the corner. It was the drowned female ghost I had encountered first. Back then, I felt her malevolence was too strong, so I didn't dare to speak to her. I didn't expect her not to go to the mine pit but to hide here. Perhaps this was her burial ground?
She was hiding on the second basement level, so I wouldn't have been able to see her from above with my physiognomy technique.
A model home built on someone's grave, one can imagine how uncomfortable the people who experience it would feel.
My sister's disruption of the female ghost was mainly out of fear of scaring the two of them. But I subtly told Cheng Xiaojuan that this place might have been a graveyard before, which is why it felt uncomfortable. Cheng Xiaojuan suddenly realized, saying no wonder every time she came in, even though the temperature was perfectly regulated, it still felt eerie.
"You two go upstairs first. I need to use the restroom," I said.
After they entered the elevator, I went to the private cinema, sat on the sofa, and faced the female ghost who was squatting with her head down. "Hey, beautiful."
The female ghost slowly looked up. Her pale, slightly bloated face almost made me sick. The typical signs of waterlogged skin. She first bared her teeth in anger, then seemed frightened and shrank back. This was because when I sat down, I deliberately lifted my clothes to reveal the soul-capturing token.
"Don't be scared. I'm not here to arrest you." I put down the soul-capturing token on the armrest of the sofa.
The beauty remained silent, shrinking further, almost into a ball. Her yellowish-brown, pupil-less eyes looked at me through her messy hair, making my heart palpitate. I kept reassuring myself: "I am an officer of the Yin Division. I am an officer of the Yin Division. I am an officer of the Yin Division..."
"Why didn't you run up the mountain with the others?" I asked.
The beauty mumbled a few words softly, which I couldn't quite understand. It sounded like... Japanese?