Kung Fu Baby with 17 Doting Brothers-Chapter 544: The Source of the Rumor
The intentions of the seventh-floor owner were simpler.
He didn’t believe in these things, nor did he plan to sell or rent out, so no matter how terrifying the rumors, it didn’t matter to him.
But this time, he did have the time, and the property management sounded quite desperate on the phone, so he came to take a look.
The group first went to the sixth floor.
The property management took out shoe covers they had prepared in advance and asked everyone to put them on.
As soon as they stepped in, obvious footprints appeared.
"Ah, even with the windows closed, there’s still so much dust."
The self-employed individual sneered, "Yes, no one has come to see the house in nearly four months, of course there’s a lot of dust."
[For the agent to give up this business, this owner must be quite something]
[The buyers are not inclined to put up with it; they have the choice of new houses or cheaper second-hand ones, there’s really no need to choose this one]
[Wow, suddenly feeling sorry for this man, stuck with such a relative]
The property management personnel went in to inspect, and the crew carried cameras to take pictures.
After some discussion, among the guests, only Qiu Yu, Tantai Yi, Tuanzi, and Xu Huan entered the room to avoid causing too much trouble for the self-employed individual.
The self-employed individual was already planning to let it go to waste.
"Whatever, whoever wants to come in can come and take a look."
"No need, no need," Tuanzi quickly waved her hand, "We’re still broadcasting live, what if your brother blames you for letting too many people in when he sees the program?"
She counted and felt this number should be within an acceptable range for a normal person.
The self-employed individual was stunned, his expression somewhat complicated.
[Let me translate his expression: Strangers care more about me than my brother]
[Sigh, sympathy]
[Hey, if Gu Miaomiao really cared about his feelings, she wouldn’t have gone in, would she? Going in and then saying such things seems a bit hypocritical, an afterthought]
The number of people entering the room was not many, but there were a lot of people watching at the door, including Mrs. Du and other residents eager to see the commotion.
Some residents wanted to watch the commotion, but unfortunately, it was almost lunchtime, and there were many people at home waiting to be fed, so they had to go back and cook.
Those who entered the room carefully checked around, confirmed that no one had recently entered or lived there, and did not find anything that could make a sound similar to footsteps.
Everyone could only go to the seventh floor, where there were fewer things. According to the youngsters, lots of belongings had been packed and sent back to their hometown for safekeeping, and the house only had some basic furniture, naturally making it feel empty.
After all this fuss, they had missed lunchtime.
The young man scratched his head and asked the property management personnel, "We’ve looked around, and I think it should be explained by some scientific phenomenon that we currently can’t explain ourselves. Even if we called the police, what more can they investigate?"
Having seen it with their own eyes, the property management personnel couldn’t say much more and bid farewell to the young man.
But the self-employed individual was in trouble, the house hadn’t shown any problems upon inspection, but the footsteps kept persisting, making the house even harder to sell.
He made an overseas call to talk about this and ended up being scolded by his own brother.
"These are all baseless matters; just sell it for the previous price."
The self-employed individual frowned, "Even without the rumor, it can’t be sold for the previous price. There are more and more new houses; the value of this place will only continue to drop."
His brother wouldn’t listen, thinking it was because he was useless and couldn’t find good customers, or he wasn’t putting in enough effort.
"Don’t you consider me your brother? Won’t even handle a small matter for me?"
[About to throw a punch, want to hit someone]
[He can endure this?]
[That’s his own brother, how could he not endure it?]
The self-employed individual turned red with rage, unable to say a word.
Onlookers spoke a few fair words, and some advised the house owner to sell it at a lower price quickly before it becomes unsellable and becomes a burden.
Having emigrated, there was no need to maintain relationships with neighbors, so the house owner yelled a few sentences into the phone.
A few residents awkwardly prepared to leave, pouting.
One person felt a bit regretful inside.
Given all the commotion, even inviting the crew over, they still refused to sell at a lower price; the owner is really stingy, wasting her efforts for so long.
At this moment, a child’s voice rang out.
"Found it, it’s this sound!"
Everyone looked over to see Tuanzi holding a phone, cheerfully saying, "The footsteps Miaomiao heard yesterday were this sound, the rhythm is particularly similar!"
She directly pressed the play button in front of everyone. Soon, the sound of footsteps came from the phone.
At first, everyone was indifferent, not knowing what she wanted to express, but soon, several residents showed strange expressions.
"Come to think of it, every time I’ve heard it before, it seemed to be this sound." A resident from the fifth floor said.
A few others nodded.
Even the guests who had pressed their ears against the wall listening to the footsteps for a long time last night nodded.
"Yes, that’s the rhythm."
[I don’t get what they’re talking about, aren’t footsteps just footsteps?]
[Footsteps have rhythm too, and footsteps made by different people are different; tall ones, short ones, fat ones, thin ones, wearing high heels, wearing sneakers, wearing slippers, all make different sounds]
The footsteps lasted only about thirty seconds, and Tuanzi had set it to replay, so everyone would hear the repeated footsteps every thirty seconds or so.
Without thinking along these lines, it didn’t seem like much, but once you did, all kinds of speculations popped up.
[???]
[So last night’s footsteps were actually a recording being played?]
[Turns out it wasn’t ghosts but humans causing the ruckus!]
[But why would Miaomiao think to search for that?]
Both audience and guests were puzzled.
"Miaomiao thought the sound was familiar, like something she heard while browsing the internet before, so she just searched randomly." Tuanzi innocently said.
In truth, last night she and her senior flew around the building, flying around the sixth and seventh floors and then circling down. They discovered that after midnight, a household directly below surprisingly had its lights on.
Although they quickly turned the lights off, Tuanzi still curiously got closer to take a look.
To avoid invading others’ privacy, she even covered the camera lens with her hand in advance.
Upon taking a look, she discovered something was amiss.
After developing suspicions, the system tried recording the footsteps to compare them with online sounds, and just now, the comparison result came out.
The self-employed individual was shocked and angry, "So it was man-made? Who did it? Why?"
Tuanzi looked at Mrs. Du, who was trying to leave, then turned to Tantai Yi.
She had her suspicions but lacked evidence and hesitated to point fingers.
Tantai Yi glanced around and said calmly, "Think for yourself."
The self-employed individual was taken aback. After a few seconds, a flash of inspiration, "Trying to make my brother sell the house for cheap?"
Both guests and viewers found this speculation quite reasonable.
[I suddenly remember, yesterday Miaomiao and the others said the sound seemed to be coming from downstairs]
[Then the most suspicious would be the people living directly below, they could directly place a recording on the ceiling]
[By the way, does anyone know the source of the ghost rumor? Who was the first to claim to hear the footsteps?]
[That Mrs. Du over there]
[Don’t randomly accuse people without evidence, okay?]
Indeed, there wasn’t enough evidence, but when the camera turned to Mrs. Du, her face changed, and she turned to leave.
