Poverty Is Scarier Than Ghosts, I Became Rich by Selling Haunted Houses

"A monthly salary of 300,000 yuan and a three-day sleep trial. The bottom line is, don't call the police if you see anything." Lin Fan, who was bankrupt and had a debt of three million, signed this special real estate agency contract in the basement. There are rumors in the industry that the houses he took over were all extremely evil. The chandelier dripping with blood in the middle of the night, the cat eye of the anti-theft door installed backwards, the load-bearing wall that is half a square meter smaller than the drawing, the cold kitchen with the circuit breaker always tripping... The buyers who move in are crazy and dead. But Lin Fan didn't believe in ghosts. He only believed in the blood stains in the cracks of the bricks. When encountering a supernatural incident, he took out a measuring tape, pH test paper and a bright flashlight overnight. Chandelier dripping blood? It was because the people upstairs were using low-quality strong acid to dissolve the corpse, corroding the waterproof layer. Cat eye reversed? That was the perverted landlord hiding in the corridor, observing the female tenant's daily routine. Half a square meter missing? It was the man who built his newlywed wife alive into the TV background wall. Lin Fan swung his sledgehammer and smashed open the stinky brick walls. He peeled off all the serial killers, scumbag insurance fraudsters, and perverted voyeurs disguised as "Evil Spirit Revenge", along with this layer of skin. His colleagues called him a mad dog, and the police treated him as an informant. Until Lin Fan sold the 100th haunted house and opened the underground door of Jinghai City's landmark "Twin Towers". He shined a bright flashlight on the bottom load-bearing pile. The entire city's reinforced concrete is densely packed with bones.