Chapter 372

Wu Xian got a house for free and was happy.

The old man sold the hot potato and was also happy.

The only unhappy person was Han Xiaoying.

From the moment she finished the phone call with Wu Xian in the morning, she had been busy without stopping, either begging for funds or running procedures at various departments, which was why the real estate transaction was completed so quickly.

Even though the Chenghuangsuo had extremely high authority, it exhausted her.

If the Nieren wasn't caught in the end, she would inevitably have to bear some responsibility and be implicated by Wu Xian.

Wu Xian snatched the key from her hand: "I'm going home to catch mice. You go rest wherever you came from. I won't invite you to be a guest at my house."

Han Xiaoying watched Wu Xian disappear into the pitch-black entrance hall and suddenly felt a chill on her body, as if countless people were lying in that darkness, secretly watching her.

So she stomped her feet and continued to work on the tasks Wu Xian had assigned.

She knew without Wu Xian saying it that she absolutely must not enter that building. Once ordinary people get involved in this kind of thing, they wouldn't even know how they died.

The sunset turned the sky red.

Wu Xian was busy in his own house for two hours but still couldn't find any monitoring points of others.

Usually.

There are many ways to find hidden cameras in a room, such as using optical equipment to find infrared light, or focusing on finding places with power sources...

But Wu Xian tried all these methods and gained nothing.

And during the whole process, Wu Xian had the feeling of being monitored. Every gaze was like a needle pricking his body. His inspiration, which was slightly sharper than an ordinary person's, seemed to be able to perceive the mockery of the person behind the gaze at his futile efforts.

But gaining nothing was also a kind of gain.

This at least proved that peeping was going on all the time, and chiseling the wall only started at specific times at night.

After leaving the building.

Wu Xian didn't go home immediately but first came to a nearby coffee shop. As soon as he entered, he saw Han Xiaoying gulping down a large cup of milk tea.

Beside Han Xiaoying.

There were also three Chenghuangsuo employees in black. Their expressions were much more serious, and they were not in the same style as Han Xiaoying at all. These three were employees sent by the Chenghuangsuo to assist Wu Xian.

They wouldn't help Wu Xian deal with malevolent entities, but they could help Wu Xian complete the specified investigation.

The first person handed Wu Xian a document: "Here is the information on all residents of Building 3 in Changchun Garden Complex. This building has seven floors and four units, totaling fifty-six residential units. Excluding those who moved recently and those that were originally vacant, there are now twenty-six households living there."

Wu Xian flipped through the document, raised his eyebrows, and showed a look of realization.

"Sure enough, it's like this."

"The room next door has always been vacant. The chubby man I saw last night lives on another floor, but I could see him through the peeping hole."

"This shows that the peeper and the peeped are not strictly arranged according to spatial relationships..."

There was still a lot of content worth studying in this document. People who were usually self-disciplined had lower risks, while those who were not good people in daily life needed to be focused on.

The second person brought Wu Xian inquiries about residents who had moved away recently.

These residents all didn't want to talk about their lives when they were in this building, but under the forced questioning of the Chenghuangsuo, they had to reveal everything they knew.

Just as Wu Xian expected.

These people were driven to neurasthenia by the noise in the middle of the night. Wanting to know who was making the noise, they inexplicably started chiseling walls and peeping, and couldn't stop.

But they also couldn't say who guided them to this behavior, because ever since they started peeping, they were obsessed and didn't want to go out at all, and they couldn't even explain the source of the cameras and chisels.

The third person thoroughly investigated nearby electronic stores and hardware stores, but those stores all stated that no one had purchased cameras and chisels in large quantities recently, so this line was also broken. Wu Xian thought for a moment and said.

"Didn't we get a renovation permit? Let's hire a renovation team tomorrow. First, let's cover my house up and down with a layer of board to test if the neighbors can still see."

"The board should be of better quality, otherwise it might not be able to block their eyes."

"Itchy..."

"I'm really so itchy..."

In the bed, a woman rolled back and forth.

On the floor, a cockroach the size of a lighter crawled among the takeout boxes and packaging bags all over the floor. When it crawled to the corner of the wall, a figure suddenly bit the cockroach's head; it turned out to be a plump rat.

Crack! The woman really couldn't sleep.

She turned on the light in the room and wrapped her body in a quilt, shivering.

The woman's name was Du Huiyi. She had been married for three years, and her husband had been on a business trip for more than a month. She felt exceptionally empty and lonely at home by herself.

The room was in chaos. She hadn't been out for a month, relying on takeout for food and drink, and the garbage was piled up in the room, so the originally beautiful, finely decorated bridal chamber now looked like a garbage dump.

Suddenly.

Du Huiyi noticed that there was a gap in the curtains that wasn't closed properly.

She jumped up in a hurry, blocked the curtains tightly, and only let out a sigh of relief when no light could get in.

For the past month, she had felt that someone was peeping at her all the time, so she didn't dare to take a bath, and she covered herself up and solved things quickly when going to the bathroom.

But although she was afraid of being peeped at, the clothes on her body were very cool, only wearing her husband's tank top and shorts, and large areas of her red-scratched body were exposed.

This was because she was very itchy.

Those gazes swept over her body like needles. The more she was watched, the more she felt an unbearable itch, so her clothes had to be loose to ensure that when she was itchy, she could scratch anywhere at any time.

"Husband, come back soon, I can't take it anymore."

Du Huiyi hugged her knees, squatting in the corner, tears falling continuously. She washed her face with tears every day, and her only hope was that after her husband returned, her condition would improve.

She kept wiping her tears with both hands, and the tears gathered more and more in her palms.

Suddenly.

The palms of her hands began to itch unbearably.

This made Du Huiyi cry out in collapse, her heart falling into despair.

Usually, when other places were itchy, she could scratch with both hands, but now her hands were so itchy that her fingers wouldn't listen, and what other way could she use to relieve the itch in her palms? She rubbed her palms against the wall and on the floor, but no matter what, she couldn't stop the itch, as if there was something in her palms that was continuously creating a feeling of itchiness.

Suddenly.

Du Huiyi stopped.

Her gaze looked at the dressing table, where two sewing needles were placed. These two sewing needles were already rusted, and there were dried blood stains on them.

"Needle, needle..."

Du Huiyi's eyes became very terrifying.

"There's something in my palm. As long as I insert the needle into my palm, that thing won't make me feel itchy anymore!"

(End of chapter)