I, the evil god, the cooking king

[Old-fashioned villas on the third ring road for whole lease, fine decoration, low price, limited quantity, please hurry up if you want to rent.Contact Miss Liu, phone 181XXXXX. 】

Cai Yu tore off the rental advertisement stuck behind the light box at the bus station, took out her mobile phone and made a call.

"Hello, is this Miss Liu? You have a house to rent out, right?"

When Ms. Liu heard that someone wanted to rent, she seemed a little excited, and said repeatedly: "Yes, yes, our address is at No. 88, Gaoquan Road, Third Ring Road, and it is an old-fashioned villa for rent."

Cai Yu said: "It happens to be on Gaoquan Road, does Ms. Liu have time to show me the house?"

"No problem, I'll come pick you up later."

Soon the two agreed on a place to meet, and they met at Gaoquan intersection.

Cai Yu only waited for about 10 minutes at the Starbucks coffee shop at the intersection of Gaoquan Road, when a white-skinned, ponytailed, plain-faced white-collar woman walked towards him.

She introduced herself: "Is Mr. Cai right? I'm Liu Xinyan, hello~"

"Yes, hello." Cai Yu held the hand she extended, and after the two got to know each other briefly, Liu Xinyan led him to the villa area.

"This is an old-fashioned villa left by my father's generation. The style is also that of the 90s. Later, it was redecorated for rent." Ms. Liu opened the door of the villa and led him in. "I rarely live in it. Here, because the villa is too big, I am afraid to live alone. But I am a little reluctant to share with others. So I simply rent out the house. If you want to live by yourself, you can find someone to share with you. Or just want to rent a single room.”

The villa is located in an old community, most of the people living here are old people, so it is not very popular.

But the interior decoration of the villa is really good. Although the style is a little outdated for modern times, the furniture is made of good wood, and the overall style is more Chinese and classical.

Cai Yu looked around, nodded in satisfaction, and asked, "How much is the rent?"

Liu Xinyan said: "The entire rent is [-] yuan. It depends on which one you want for a single room. Internet and weekly cleaning are included, but water and electricity bills are at your own expense."

Cai Yu smiled slightly and said, "There is no problem with the price, but I have a small question and would like to consult Ms. Liu."

Hearing that he was so forthright, Liu Xinyan also showed a bit of joy on her face, and then asked, "What's the problem?"

Cai Yu asked: "I heard that there was a murder case in a villa on Gaoquan Road? I don't know if there is such a case?"

Hearing this question, Liu Xinyan's face changed instantly, her voice paused, and then she said sincerely: "Since you have searched for news here, I will not hide it from you. It is true that something happened to this villa, but the report Those haunted rumors on the Internet are all scribbles, and the actual case is also different from the rumored cases of killing and dismembering the body and hiding them on the marketing account, there is no murderer here at all."

Cai Yu smiled and asked, "Can I know the details? To be honest, I'm actually a video UP host mainly doing science popularization and dispelling rumors. The theme of this issue is the murderous villa at No. 88 Gaoquan Road. You can search Urban Strange News Observer on cilicili, that's my account."

Liu Xinyan took out her mobile phone and searched him, and found that Cai Yu's fans were in their early 80s, and all of them were rumor-refusing videos about haunted houses, urban legends, photos of aliens, and the time-traveler incident.It can be seen that each video is well-produced, and it took a lot of time to collect data and conduct field investigations.

She thought to herself, if Cai Yu is allowed to make this video here, it will not only be good for promotion, but maybe it will be easier for her to rent out the house in the future.

So she said: "That's fine, I'll tell you about the actual situation here, and it's up to you whether you rent or not in the end."

Cai Yu: "OK."

Liu Xinyan took him to sit on the sofa, and began to introduce: "When my dad bought this villa, I was just born. I lived here with my grandparents for about ten years. Later, my grandparents passed away one after another. My dad thought the house was too big for three people to live in, so he bought a high-end elevator apartment and took us to move out together. My mother suggested that the villa is empty and it is empty, so it is better to rent it out and collect some rent. Because the villa is actually not very good rent, so my dad redecorated all the rooms and split them into single rooms for rent.”

"Because the price is not expensive, there are quite a lot of people who come to rent. Six bedrooms and one living room can charge 10 to [-] rents a month. Until [-] years ago, a writer who wrote horror and suspense novels said that he was coming. City C, come and rent a master bedroom from us."

"The author's name is Nan Sanjun. He was very popular in those years and published a lot of suspense novels. I even asked him for his signature. He rented here for three months, and the first month was quite normal. The other tenants talked about the urban legends of our city, and their personality was also very kind and talkative. From the second month, something was wrong with him. At that time, my friend was a fan of his books, and she heard that Nan Sanjun rented my house , I have to come and see idols."

"After I took her to see Writer Nan, I found that his personality became a little weird. He was a kind and talkative person, but suddenly he became very silent. He got angry after talking to us, and felt very unstable. The guest said that Writer Nan’s nerves are relatively sharp, and he can’t fall asleep when there is a little noise. He also said that there is a sound of paws sliding on the wooden board upstairs, just like raising a pet cat, and he can’t sleep because of the noise at night Good. But in fact, none of the tenants upstairs has pets. I think it is very likely that he is too sensitive or has some mental problems, which leads to auditory hallucinations."

"After three months, the writer stopped talking to anyone and talked to himself all day long. Other tenants said that he might have delusional disorder, and asked him to have a look and treat him early. But he didn't, I was just writing a manuscript in the rental house with my head depressed. On the day of the accident, it was just like usual, without any warning signs. At that time, the tenant next door heard a muffled sound of a chair falling to the ground in the writer’s room. Thinking of his recent situation, He knocked on the door worriedly, and after knocking for 10 minutes, he didn’t respond. My mother rushed over immediately after hearing about it, and opened the door with a key, only to find that the writer had hanged himself, and the floor was covered with draft paper.”

"After the police arrived, the case was also closed as suicide. There was no murder, no body dismemberment, and no criminals! These are all scribbled by those small newspapers to gain attention." Liu Xinyan said helplessly, "After the death of the writer, other Nothing happened to the tenants, let alone haunted!"

Cai Yu raised her eyebrows and asked suspiciously: "It seems that this is an ordinary suicide case. But Ms. Liu, I heard that the subsequent tenants seem to have quit the lease one after another, and none of the subsequent new tenants can stay here." Hold on for three months. What is the reason for this?"

Liu Xinyan sighed: "You don't know....It was the time when Nan Sanjun was the hottest, he died here with us, and left a completed posthumous work called "Things in the Wall" After reading his novels, his fans flocked to us to rent a room, saying that they wanted to experience the feeling of being in touch with the writer's soul. This group of people really have a brain problem... Which room They don’t want to rent, but they want to rent the room where the writer committed suicide. They stayed in the room all day long and read Nan Sanjun’s novels, but they were so frightened that they quit the rent. There was also a group of people who rented the room to do some kind of spirit-calling ceremony, and the whole The house is a mess."

"After they quit the lease, they insisted that the villa was haunted. As a result, the spread of the rumors completely ruined the reputation of the villa. Except for one or two people who come to rent for a month to experience the haunted house every year, the house is vacant all the time."

Cai Yu held a brown paper notebook in her hand, recording what Liu Xinyan said.

"So that's how it is." He nodded and said, "Then Miss Liu, I'll try to rent it for three months to verify whether I can live here for three months. You don't mind if I set up shooting equipment in the house Bar?"

When Liu Xinyan heard that he wanted to talk about rent, she immediately smiled happily: "Of course."

Cai Yu asked: "By the way, can I ask, in which room did the author of Nan Sanjun die?"

Liu Xinyan took him to a master bedroom on the first floor, with large glass windows, the sun shone in, and there were specks of dust scattered in the air.This bedroom is very well lit, without the cold and damp feeling that a haunted house should have.

Liu Xinyan explained: "After the writer's accident, we found someone to renovate it, so there is no trace of the past at all."

Cai Yu looked around the bedroom with satisfaction, nodded and said, "Then I'll just live in this room."

"Are you sure?" Liu Xinyan was a little doubtful. Although she thought there was absolutely nothing wrong with her house, the rumors over the years were so fierce that she sometimes had self-doubt.

Cai Yu smiled and said, "Of course, since we want to refute rumors, of course we have to experience it ourselves before we can be convincing."

Liu Xinyan: "That's fine, I won't cheat you, if you only rent this room, I will pay you three thousand for three months."

Cai Yu showed an air of not being short of money, and said proudly: "Let's rent the whole thing, I may bring my assistants and friends over."

Liu Xinyan smiled: "Okay, Mr. Cai is really a cheerful person."

The two quickly signed the contract, and then Liu Xinyan asked the cleaner to come over to clean it, and Cai Yu also called the workers to install several cameras and video cameras in the villa.

When installing the camera, Cai Yu was bored, so she read Nan Sanjun's posthumous works with the mentality of collecting materials.

This is a short story of less than [-] words. The story is written in a mess, full of piled up and cumbersome vocabulary, which makes Cai Yu, who is used to concise and clear online literature, not used to it.

However, he still forced himself to finish reading the novel.

Therefore, he finally knew where those marketing accounts and the murder and dismemberment cases scribbled in small newspapers came from.

It is based on this book, which tells about a perverted murderous landlord who killed the tenant and dismembered his body, hid in the movable wall, and finally the landlord disappeared. The police found twelve skeletons in the villa and wanted the landlord nationwide. The landlord disappeared and was not found until the end of the novel.

A story that feels like it has no beginning and no end, and the whole story is full of imagination and speculation as the protagonist of the trainee police officer.

The writing is good but the story is boring...

Cai Yu felt that she put down this book, and picked up other novels by Nan Sanjun bought by her assistant, and she was completely fascinated by this reading.

"Triple Cycle", "Prison Tomb"....

It took him a long time to read several novelettes and short stories by Nan Sanjun, all of them were wonderful. It can only be said that he is worthy of the writing power of a published novelist. He has a big brain and a good writing style. ups and downs.

It is hard to imagine that the style of such an author's posthumous work before his death is completely different from the past, but the words and sentences are clearly chosen, and the habits of describing characters in certain places are exactly the same.

After reading Nan Sanjun's novel, Cai Yu faintly felt something was wrong.

But at this time, he is still far from knowing how many frightening things will be caused by this past event.

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Cthulhu restaurant, warehouse.

"It seems to be... pretty handsome?"

Lin He scratched his face. In the mirror he was facing, an octopus monster wearing a medieval classical court dress was reflected. It wore a pure black top hat and an English gentleman's cane was wrapped in its tentacles.

I feel that my style is like the gentle and charming night aristocrat in Interview with the Vampire.

Although he humbly said that he was a bit handsome, but in his heart he felt that he was simply handsome.Compared to the pink and white maid outfit she wore when she could only entertain herself in the fish tank, this blue night charm is simply too cost-effective.

"Balball, what do you think of my body?"

Coal Ball boasted: "You are as handsome as you can crack the sky, and I can't describe your beauty."

Bubble also praised at the right time: "The dress brings out your tall and straight figure, and the black top hat highlights your round and tender head. I bet that no one can take their eyes off you when you wear this dress. .”

Except for Big Eye who was still sweeping bird poop, Bubble and Coal Ball, who boasted that he was comfortable from head to toe, just wanted to go out and show off his new costume.

But considering that if you actually wear it and go out in the modern city, some people will regard him as a cosplay, or perform a stage play or something.He then switched the world to a new world—the god of soul and blood. Isn't this new world just like England in the 19th century?

Coincidentally, he hasn't come to inspect this new world yet~

He turned his cane flexibly with his tentacles, and was about to leave the store to check the situation.

But as soon as he stepped out of the store, he was suddenly forced back by the stench.

The feces of cows, horses, chickens, ducks and geese, full of dirty domestic excrement, dirty streets, beggars, vagrants, daughters-in-law, drunkards...all look like they haven't bathed for an unknown number of years .

There was only one feeling for him, and that was the smell, the smell was so bad that he was about to vomit.

As soon as he took the first step, he immediately retracted his tentative little tentacles knowingly.

The location of this store was arranged too badly for him, it was arranged in a slum, which middle class would come here to eat?As for the poor, he didn't think about it at all, because they couldn't afford it!

He was very upset, and viciously hammered the table with his tentacles, feeling that he was really unlucky!

The shop is opened in a slum, and there is no money for development at all. It is better not to have this new world!

"Dingling..." On the expanded wooden door, there is an old-fashioned doorbell. Whenever a customer pushes the door and comes in, he will think of the crisp bell.

Just when he was angry, a customer suddenly pushed the door and walked in.

A boy with brown hair and green eyes walked in. He was about 13-14 years old. He was wearing a pair of worn overalls that were patched and washed white. He looked at Lin He with joy, as if he was in a foreign land Know by chance.

"Hello!" The young man pronounced it in a perfect Xia language, "It's our first meeting, I'm Claire Leohard."

Lin He was stunned for a moment. He didn't expect that he turned around and came back just a minute after he walked out, and saw customers coming to the door in a blink of an eye. Isn't this too fast?

"Hello, I'm the manager of this restaurant, Lin He, you can call me Sator." He also made up a foreign name for himself.

"Xia Yu?" Hearing his answer, the young man's eyes lit up instantly, his face was filled with ecstasy, and he asked out of breath, "Are you from Xia Kingdom?!"

"Ah..." He was stunned for a while, wondering why this young man was so excited?

Hearing the answer that seemed to be affirmative, the young man burst into tears instantly. He wiped the tears off his face in a panic, and said, "You also came here through time travel? How long have you been here?"

Traveler?A hint of interest flashed across Lin He's eyes.

"Are you a transmigrator?"

Perhaps the young man missed his old hometown too much, and when he saw him, a fellow with black hair and black eyes, the conversation immediately opened up.

He cried and said: "I have traveled to this world for two years, and this life is really not human. I have also fantasized about time travel before. People start from aristocratic families, and at worst are middle-class families...just me TM started as a poor man, penniless, with endless work to do in a day, it was really difficult for me...I only know now that the previous 800 yuan a month for college living expenses is really a lot, I really miss the canteen steamed buns, steamed buns, fried tomatoes with tomatoes, fried green peppers with celery...."

Looking at his sallow and emaciated face, with a miserable and painful expression, one can know how many difficult things he has experienced in the past two years since time travel.

"I regret it so much. I regret that I didn't cherish the modern life back then. Now I know I regret it after time travel." Claire sucked her saliva miserably. Forgot what meat tastes like...."

Lin He shook his head and said sympathetically, "It's so pitiful."

"Klein travels in a middle-class family anyway, and he has a diploma and a golden finger. I, Claire, am not only the lowest poor, but also have no golden fingers, no mother, and only an alcoholic father. Damn, I still have to rely on me to sell newspapers for a living...I really want to go home...Wow..." When Claire talked about her recent situation, she was really snot and tears.

He howled for a while before he gradually calmed down, and asked Lin He, "Dude, when did you cross over? It seems that you are doing well..."

Seeing this miserable traveler, a very interesting idea suddenly appeared in Lin He's head.

The author has something to say: Diarrhea, miserable~