My name is Chen Mo, a real estate agent in the old city. I specialize in living and waiting for death until I get a house in an evil school district.
The client said that he could hear the sound of an old lady knitting sweaters in the corridor in the middle of the night, but no one in that building knew how to knit sweaters!
I thought the customer was deliberately looking for trouble, until I was working overtime in the middle of the night and heard the "click, click" sound of wool coming from behind me. When I lowered my head, I saw that a piece of wool stained with dust had fallen out on the ground!
What's even more outrageous is that something went wrong with every apartment I took over afterwards:
Meals are automatically placed on the loft of a rental house every day, and the tenant is frightened and wants to quit the rent;
For an old house with a yard, accidents may occur as soon as the backyard is sealed and dug;
Couples always have red strings wrapped around their wedding room doors, and the woman is often in danger...
Policeman Zhou Lei, who posted a short film, scolded me for being feudal and superstitious. When I turned around, I was frightened by the reflection in the ancient well.
It wasn't until I dug out the tattered notes left by my grandfather that I realized that these were not hauntings, but folk taboos in the old city, and my grandfather was actually the "stakekeeper" guarding this place.
Others earn commissions from selling houses, but I have to work part-time to "obey the rules" when selling houses, relying on my grandfather's random thoughts to resolve strange things.
But the more I checked, the more frightened I became. Every apartment I dealt with contained century-old secrets of the old city, and I had long been tied to death by blood and became a new generation of stakekeepers.
[Urban folklore suspense | Social animal agency | No cheating | Down-to-earth atmosphere]
By Irregular Monks
