Liu Jie looked horrified and stood up quickly.

Wu Xiaomei covered her mouth and smiled.

"Don't be nervous, I have changed most of the furniture, and even my sister rarely comes to live in this place. Can you really do it with this courage?" Wu Xiaomei said with a smile.

"Of course I'm fine."

After Liu Jie said this, he puffed up his chest.

Fifty thousand yuan a month. Even if there is a ghost in the house this time, he won't leave.

Otherwise he would sleep on the street tonight.

"Well, I wish you good luck in your work. If you have any questions, please contact me in time. There is another thing I must remind you. Your neighbors may be noisy at night. If you are afraid, you can sleep with the lights on."

"Neighbor? Live or die?" Liu Jie put away the contract with a smile on his face, and deliberately told a cold joke, trying to lighten the atmosphere.

At this moment, he is really looking forward to meeting those so-called dirty things, preferably the kind with disheveled hair and long tongues, so that his live broadcast room will be popular.

Wu Xiaomei didn't answer but just smiled.

After the handover, Liu Jie personally sent Wu Xiaomei out of the community. Wu Xiaomei told Liu Jie that he could go to her flower shop when he had nothing to do during the day.

The address is on the peninsula opposite Moon Lake.

Watching Wu Xiaomei go away, Liu Jie threw the house key and hummed a tune happily.

From now on, he also owns a house.

"Young man, come here."

Uncle Guo's voice came from the gate, and Liu Jie put away the keys and walked over quickly.

"Did you sign the contract?" Uncle Guo was holding the thermos cup and still staring at Wu Xiaomei who was gradually walking away.

"Sign it, I'll have to trouble the master later." Liu Jie took out a cigarette and threw it away.

Uncle Guo was not polite, took the cigarette and clamped it to his ear.

"What did she tell you? Did she say that her sister committed suicide due to depression?"

"Yes what's the matter?"

Uncle Guo did not answer but continued to ask: "Did she also say that the two anchors were accidents and had nothing to do with her, right?"

"Any questions?"

Liu Jie felt that Uncle Guo seemed to have a big prejudice against Wu Xiaomei.

The tone of speaking was strange.

"There's no problem. I've heard what she said countless times. She explained it to everyone this way." Uncle Guo took a long sigh and lowered his voice and said, "The anchor who jumped off the building not long ago was dying.

There is a word written on the ground, do you know what it is?"

Liu Jie shook his head in cooperation.

"Plum, Wu Xiaomei's plum."

Uncle Guo seemed to have told a huge secret, he straightened up and his eyes shone with wisdom.

"Tell me, why did he write Wu Xiaomei's name before he died? That's not simple, it was Wu Xiaomei who harmed him."

Liu Jie thought that Uncle Guo could tell some shocking news.

Unexpectedly, it was all nonsense.

Let’s not talk about whether the word “plum” means Wu Xiaomei.

Even Wu Xiaomei is not surprised.

Besides, if Wu Xiaomei really had a problem, she would have been invited to the police station for tea.

The fact that she is still outside means there is nothing wrong with her.

There are always a group of boring people in this world, and their biggest hobby is talking nonsense.

They can call long ones square, and round ones flat.

What was originally an ordinary thing will become more and more mysterious when it comes to their mouths.

These uncles and aunts, whose thoughts are still stuck in the last century, are undoubtedly the main force in spreading rumors.

When dealing with such people, never try to persuade them, just follow them and deal with them with a few words and you will be able to get through smoothly.

After the registration was completed, Liu Jie joined the group of owners of Ji Le Building.

The group was very quiet, no one spoke.

"Ah, by the way, one more thing. You are not from the community, so try not to talk in the owner group when nothing happens. If someone makes some strange comments in there, don't reply."

After Uncle Guo finished speaking, he took a business card and stuffed it into Liu Jie's hand.

The business card depicts the image of a Taoist priest with his feet on auspicious clouds.

There is also a row of large gilded characters below.

Jiangbei Folklore and Social Affairs Investigation Bureau, Li Zhendong.

"Why are you giving me this?" Liu Jie was not interested in this kind of thing at all.

He is not afraid of ghosts, nor does he believe in ghosts.

"Take it, you need it."

"It's okay. I'm young and I don't need to be angry. I'll say goodbye to you."

Liu Jie waved his hand and walked out of the community, quickly slipping into the nearby commercial street.

The live broadcast will start tonight, and Liu Jie must prepare in advance.

I got a haircut and shampooed my hair, and bought a lot of snacks and drinking water.

After all the shopping, Liu Jie became completely pauper.

Liu Jie returned to the community dragging large and small bags of things.

Seeing that the elevator was about to close, Liu Jie quickly stretched out a foot to pin the elevator door, and squeezed in sideways.

"Sorry, sorry sorry."

Liu Jie apologized and took a long breath.

Suddenly he smelled a strange smell.

This smell was mixed with a strong smell of alcohol, and he remembered that it was the smell of formalin.

When he was studying, Liu Jie often smelled this problem in Zhao Bin.

So it's very familiar.

Zhao Bin said that formalin is a chemical agent mainly used for antisepsis.

To put it bluntly, it is used to soak corpses.

So everyone joked that this is the smell of death.

Liu Jie turned his head and saw that the smell came from a middle-aged uncle in the corner.

The uncle was fifty years old and slightly chubby. He was wearing a thick overalls and a peaked cap on a hot day.

His face was sallow, his lips were purple, and the dark circles under his eyes were extremely heavy. It looked like he hadn't slept for many days.

Liu Jie was very sure that the smell came from this uncle.

The middle-aged uncle's head was lowered, holding a black plastic bag in his hand, motionless like a wooden stake.

Liu Jie raised his hand and pressed the button for the fifth floor.

At this moment, he was surprised to find that the button on the sixth floor was also on.

He and his uncle were the only two people in the elevator.

In other words, this uncle lives above him.

"Clang!"

The elevator door closed, the machine made a low roar, and the car moved up quickly.

The two people stood in the elevator one behind the other, neither speaking to each other.

"Are you new here?" the middle-aged uncle suddenly spoke.

"Ah, yes."

Liu Jie responded casually, with a professional smile on his face.

"Is that the anchor?"

Liu Jie was a little surprised, everyone seemed to know that he was an anchor.

But in fact he is not famous either, so why is everyone so sure?

"Be quiet at night and don't affect my rest. Otherwise, get out of here."
To be continued...