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Jim Hightower said that the opposite of courage is not cowardice, but going with the flow.

But I feel that people like me who completely run counter to the common sense and inertia of the world will never be accepted by the mainstream society even if they do not follow the trend.

Neither in the past nor in the future, absolutely not.

Unless the society collapses and the morals are degraded, I, a weird guy who basically has no emotions... just use money to pile up a shell of "I'm normal" to pretend to fit into this society.

"Is this how you integrate into society?"

Nolan on the other end of the phone always asked with a little sarcasm, which made me feel sorry for the beautiful sunshine in Los Angeles today if he didn't refute.

"Come on Nolan, if I don't count, how do I count as being part of society?"

"Victoria Grayson."

"Come on, that Grayson? I won't take another look at that... 'Queen of Society' until their family's ostensible accounts turn around."

I admit, I say the term "social queen" with a very strong sense of disdain.I don't understand why... Well, I just hate her type.

"you need to know……"

Nolan was about to say something else, but the son of the family died at home, and the original owner, who had to move out a few months later because he couldn't pay the bills, came over.

"You can't be here .

"Please ma'am." I put down the phone (I invested a lot of money in Nolan's company's 'mobile phone' project, and now it finally pays off, and of course I made back my capital and made a lot of money) , "I won't have another word with you until my lawyer comes over."

"Who do you think you are? You bought my old house and you want to tear it down? Let me tell you about this b----"

"Ms. Langdon, if you continue talking, I can legally sue you..."

I'm not interested in listening to Harvey anymore, and continue to drink fruit juice and chat with Nolan about something.

"Come on Nolan, you're just jealous that I'm basking in the LA sun and having fun reading haunted house history while you have to waste time in the office origami airplanes..."

I finished the phone call with Nolan and Harvey finished the discussion with Ms Langdon.

Seeing this middle-aged woman whom I didn't like at all from the tone of her voice turned away, I waved and asked Harvey to bring out the government's ground-breaking consent for me to dig a swimming pool in my backyard.

Then half an hour later, I stood by the pit, looked at the corpse buried below with visible bones, and sighed.

"It seems that we have found the maid who is said to have eloped with her husband... So, who is going to call the police?"

One of my bodyguards said to me: "Mr. Winchester is still in the house..."

"I don't even care how much damage he's going to cause me... so why should I inform him that the police are coming?" Shrugged, I thought my logic was fine, so I continued, " Anyway, he did do something illegal, don’t cover up the criminals around him, I think that’s what any law-abiding citizen who wants the country to be stable should do.”

Sensible ordinary people would never step into a haunted house where they are fighting ghost hunters—or, more professionally, snipers.

Before the police arrived, John Winchester finally walked out with wounds of various sizes and blood still flowing from the wounds.

"Those girls."

He insisted on speaking words without any cause and effect.

"Yes, I know that many girls died in this house... so you want to say that it is caused by women's resentment?"

"No!" He shook his head vigorously, and then said "the first one." Then "underground." After these two words, he fell into a coma.

"Please, I have sponsored any hospital in Los Angeles... how do you know about this kind of thing?"

I donate $50 a year to a well-run hospital in every city I plan to visit just in case I get top priority care.

But sending a man covered in cuts to a hospital I sponsored?

"Thankfully, he has no gunshot wounds."

"Lizzy, just don't say anything after the police come? Then, you'll have to pay Mr. Winchester a lot of work-related compensation."

"Dear Mr. Smith," I said to the building contractor who was horrified at the exhumation of the body, "I'll pay you your fair share, don't worry, I'm not a stingy person."

I couldn't laugh too hard because of what John Winchester said before he passed out.

"Harvey, what do you think the chances are that the police will dig this underground?"

"It depends."

"If they don't do it, I'll do it. I'm going to dig a huge swimming pool."

Yes.The swimming pool contained 24 corpses that had turned into bones.

Let's revisit the history of this house.

In the complete death chronicle of the haunted house that I invited the private detective he searched for, there is an attached "Scary Travel About Los Angeles" story introduction, the story about the original family of the house is of course the last Interesting one rumor that was so widespread that it almost became an official introduction.

* Before Charles Montgomery and his wife Nora committed suicide in 1926, they murdered 24 girls who came for abortions.

My private eye, I guess, was well-connected in every major city police department, so he spent a full day in the file room investigating the 1926 deaths—on paper, of course—and then he The content seen on the file is roughly: The police confirmed that Dr. Montgomery killed at least (sic) 24 girls, and the reason they were able to confirm this was that they found these girls in the basement of the house Children's clothes.I guess, these clothes must be neatly arranged like collectibles.

And the corpse?Never found it. *

So, I look at my feet, at what lies beneath the lovely roses and green lawn in the garden...

"Perhaps more than 24 girls were killed?"

What might appear in my future swimming pool during the excavation process, why is it so weird...

I regret not going to see the premiere of "Death Comes".

The author has something to say:

The story setting in ** is a nonsense derived by me based on the setting of the original drama.

Father John, you are really unlucky to meet a heroine who is so afraid of death that she would give so much sponsorship money to the hospital every year...