There was a stinking smell in the empty corridor, empty wine bottles and domestic garbage were piled up in the corners of the walls, stains were stained around the walls, bloody graffiti, posters of old age and various model advertisements.

The incandescent light on the ceiling flashed with a bleak light, reflecting on the faces of those blurred models, making them particularly cunning.

Lu Zhao had never lived in such a harsh place. He frowned and covered his nose and came outside the door of House 06.

Just as he was about to knock on the door, an old man in a security uniform and carrying a black plastic bag suddenly appeared at the end of the corridor.

After seeing Lu Zhao, he walked over with a smile.

"You are the new tenant, right? Sorry, I went to prepare things just now, but I was not in the hall. I am the security guard of this building. If you have any problems in the building, everyone will ask me to solve them. Just call me Uncle Zhong."

Uncle Zhong is about his early seventies. He is not tall, with gray hair and a kind smile.

However, after discovering that the other party was the person Grandma Li said, Lu Zhao immediately became alert. He nodded and briefly introduced himself.

At the same time, when I heard someone talking outside, the door of 06 opened.

"Why did you come? I've been waiting for you for a long time."

The middle-aged man in a black suit and dressed in a capable manner hurriedly walked out of the house. He seemed to be very familiar with Uncle Zhong. After saying hello to the other party, the man in the suit immediately let the two of them into the house.

Lu Zhao looked at the house in front of him: new wallpaper was pasted on the walls around him, one bedroom and one living room layout, and the living room facing the door was the living room, the bedroom and bathroom were on the left. The room was less than 40 square meters in size, and although the sparrow was small, it was unexpectedly clean and tidy.

The man in the suit took out a contract and a pen from his bag and handed it to Lu Zhao: "Sign it quickly, I'm in a hurry!"

Lu Zhao originally planned to carefully check the content of the lease contract, but the agent impatiently turned the contract to the last page and pointed to the signature column and said, "Don't worry, Mr. Lu, the contract is guaranteed and will not cheat you. There is a rent of 3,000 yuan a month. Such a house is hard to find with a lantern in Hong Kong!"

He looked at his watch anxiously, and saw that Lu Zhao didn't say anything, and he was flipping through the contract intently, as if it would take a lot of time.

The agent simply put the part in his hand on the table, and his tone was quite unhappy: "This is it, you can watch it slowly. I still have something to do, and the contract will come to pick up the door tomorrow."

Lu Zhao discovered that the agent seemed to be particularly sensitive to time. He deliberately did not respond to the other party just now because he remembered Grandma Li's words and wanted to test it.

Judging from the agent's reaction, Grandma Li did not deceive herself.

Hong Kong people have always been superstitious and attach great importance to some taboos. If there are rumors that this building will have bad things after 10 o'clock in the evening, then everything will be explained.

In this way, although Grandma Li's words and deeds were a little weird, her words were true.

Thinking of this, Lu Zhao picked up a pen and signed his name, handed the contract to the other party: "Forget it, I won't bother you to go there again."

"Mr. Lu is a cheerful person. Now that the landlord has something to do abroad, he has entrusted me with full responsibility for the house. This is my contact information. If you have any questions, please contact me." Seeing that Lu Zhao simply signed the letter, the agent breathed a sigh of relief and handed him the business card.

"By the way, Mr. Ma, I would like to ask, is there something wrong with this house? Otherwise, how could the rent be so low?" Lu Zhao asked.

"There is no problem with the house itself, mainly this building." The agent said: "You also know that the feng shui here is not good, and there have been many murders. In addition to the exaggerated publicity of the Internet and media, no one dares to come here to rent a house except for students from the mainland. The landlord does not want to rent a house to those low-quality niggers, so the price will be reduced and specifically rented to you mainlanders."

Lu Zhao nodded, but did not continue to ask questions on his face, but in fact he knew very well that the agent did not tell the truth to him.

After a few greetings with the security guard, Uncle Zhong, the agent picked up his briefcase and quickly left the room.

Lu Zhao glanced at the clock and it was already nine-fifty.

"Xiao Lu, don't be surprised. The main thing is that our building... After ten o'clock, the public facilities outside will be powered off, and the elevator will be shut down, so it is not convenient to travel, so Mr. Ma is in a hurry to leave."

After the agent left, Uncle Zhong smiled and took out three incense sticks from the black plastic bag and handed them to Lu Zhao.

"As the saying goes, when you enter a house, you call someone, and go to the temple to worship the gods. Since you have moved in, you must have rules. Come and worship it."

After leading Lu Zhao to bow around the room, Uncle Zhong placed the incense along the edge of the bed.

"I heard from your accent, are you from the mainland?"

Uncle Zhong held Lu Zhao's hand with a smile and told the other party that his ancestral home is Qingzhou and that he was not far from Dongyang City. In the early 1960s, he smuggled into Hong Kong with his family. Later, he was displaced and moved to Wangsen Building as a security guard. In the blink of an eye, it took more than fifty years.

In short, Lu Zhao is still half a fellow villager.

"When did you come here to work?" After hearing Uncle Zhong say this, Lu Zhao suddenly remembered his grandfather. Maybe this old security guard had met his grandfather before!

Uncle Zhong squinted his eyes and recalled carefully: "It should be the winter of 1968. At that time, my parents died of the flu, and I went out alone to make a living. It happened that the building had just been rebuilt by fire and applied for a security guard, so I came."

"That's it." Lu Zhao smiled, feeling a little regretful.

Judging from the time, when Uncle Zhong came, his grandfather had already passed away.

Uncle Zhong told Lu Zhao enthusiastically that he would live in 02nd house on the fifth floor downstairs, not far away, and just call him if there is anything wrong.

Before leaving, he seemed to remember something, and suddenly turned around and stopped outside the door: "Xiao Lu, are you living alone, right?"

"Didn't I tell you just now that the power of public facilities is out of power after 10 o'clock, so it's nothing, so don't go out and leave at night. Also, residents on this floor have a weird temper and are not easy to get along with. You don't deal with them normally. They like quietness, so you must not bring friends to spend the night."

Lu Zhao was a little surprised. Unexpectedly, what Uncle Zhong said coincided with Grandma Li. He nodded and said that someone had already reminded him.

Uncle Zhong felt a little strange when he saw the other party's calm expression, and when he heard these strange requests, he didn't ask why.

Out of curiosity, he asked tentatively, "Did Mr. Ma tell you?"

"No, when I was entering the elevator just now, I happened to meet an old lady who lives on the sixth floor. She told me."

Lu Zhao did not hide it. Although Grandma Li asked herself to beware of Uncle Zhong and said a lot of silly words, when she remembered her strange behavior and the blood-dropping woven bags emitting a strange smell on the trailer, Lu Zhao did not dare to believe the other party completely.

Taking this opportunity, he wanted to ask Uncle Zhong about Grandma Li.

But who knew that after he said this, the smile on Uncle Zhong's face suddenly froze.
Chapter completed!