Chapter 20: Shared Object, Old Black

The man from the agency came, a smart and capable middle-aged man, wearing a suit and tie.
He looked at Chen Wei with a strange look. Obviously, he felt that no one in this house would accept it, especially after knowing that six children had died in this house.
When I entered the house, the layout was similar, similar to the ones I saw before.
At least, Chen Yan didn't see anything unclean.
And the most unclean thing is always with him.
"Lao Hei, is there anything good about this house?"
"Look at the basement of this house, connected by a space crack."
"What space is it?" Chen Kun asked puzzledly.
"Did I not say that before? The place where our ecstasy messengers live is not the earth or hell, but the gap between the two, but each ecstasy messenger has a private space. We are solitary demons. There was almost no communication between them, and after the death of some ecstasy messengers, the space cracks became useless, but some space cracks were accidentally connected to the world for special reasons. It was like the owner had left, but the door had forgotten to close The soul left by the Haunting Herald also began to go in and out of the space, but couldn't stay away, so the breath of death always lingered here. "
"Is there a way to get rid of it?"
"Yes, wait a hundred or two hundred years, all souls are gone."
"Then I have to wait for a hundred or two hundred years. Is there any other way?"
"Otherwise, I'll move here. I'll use up the original cracks and take up here, so that's all right."
Chen Yun thought about it. If this gap continues to be deserted, maybe some moths will come out. If the old black occupies it, then at least he has a way to manage it, and he can feel more at ease.
Either give up here and give up such cheap rent.
"Mr. Chen, how are you thinking?"
"I wouldn't mind renting it here if it could be cheaper."
"So what price does Mr. Chen think are suitable?"
"Four hundred dollars."
"If Mr. Chen is willing to pay six hundred dollars a month, this is yours."
"The deal."
"Mr. Chen, do you live alone?"
"Yes, is there any problem?"
"Excuse me, do you have any intention to share?"
"Well ... will anyone else in this house be willing to move in besides me?"
"No one can guarantee this, but if you need it, you can hang it at our company. If there is a suitable customer, we will recommend it to you."
"Okay, but as long as I am beautiful, male renters are fine."
Anyway, the rent was already cheap enough, and Chen Xuan didn't expect to find another person to share the rent.
If it is a beauty, I can barely accept it.
However, if he was a man, Chen Ying was crazy and he would accept a male co-rental.
After the contract is signed, the house is officially leased.
"Chen, do you really want to live here?"
"The contracts are signed, and there is still leave."
"Okay, you make the decision yourself, can we go for a seafood dinner now? I know there is a restaurant that makes seafood very delicious, and I recommend you go there."
"Good to say, but don't you think you should accompany me to find a decoration company."
"Asshole, do you take me as a coolie?"
"Don't forget, you made me twenty thousand dollars today."
"That's what I deserve!"
"Less nonsense. Hurry up and take me to a decoration company."
The decoration company is looking for, and promises to complete the construction within one week after paying the deposit.
The house has been unoccupied for more than a decade, and many living facilities need to be reinstalled. Water and electricity need to be re-arranged, as well as Internet and TV.
One afternoon, the house was finally settled.
Chen Yan met Yisen's request, went to the seafood restaurant he strongly requested, and spent Chen 300 dollars.
...
"Hi John, are you sick?" Zola saw the business partners and went to say hello.
"Zola is you?" Old John was also a bit surprised and met Zola in the hospital: "My son lives here."
"That's right, it's your young wife and your baby."
"Yes, John is only seven years old this year, but he has lived here for almost two years." Old John was a little down.
"Hey John, are you okay?"
This is a knowing question. With Old John's financial resources, how can a general illness leave a child in the hospital for two years, unless it is a disease that cannot be solved even with money.
"Well ... I hope he has a better hope, but yesterday I received the critical illness notice. This is the third critical illness notice I have received in the past six months."
At this point, Farr came over, and she glanced at Zola, apparently recognizing, this morning, the companion of the Asian man who broke into Little John's ward.
"Mr. John, I have good news for you, John's condition is under control."
"Control? What do you mean? You just sent me a critical illness notice yesterday. Why did you suddenly tell me now that Little John's condition is improving?"
"This ... I don't know the specific reason, but it is the case. We checked Little John's tumor and it miraculously reduced by half. This means that Little John has at least half a year, and in this half a year Here, he doesn't need to live here anymore, but I still hope he can come over and review it every month. "
"Is what you said true?"
"Yes, although it ’s strange, John ’s brain tumor has obviously oppressed the nerves, but at about four in the morning today, John suddenly woke up, and his symptoms of damage to the taste buds due to chemotherapy disappeared completely. This is simply a miracle. "
"Thank you so much. This is your credit. Thank you." Old John was very excited.
After all, he is a child of old age. Old John has devoted too much affection to this child.
Zola left thoughtfully. She didn't believe in miracles. She believed that everything had a cause and effect.
It just made her doubt that that person could really suppress cancer cells?
And it is still effective so quickly. You need to know that even the most mainstream treatment method, chemotherapy is a relatively passive treatment method, which has a slow effect and causes irreversible harm to the human body.
Can that person really suppress cancer cells? No, even cure?
Then again, the father, who was almost sentenced to death, was actually pulled back from the brink of death.
Zola began to really believe that maybe that person could really do all of this.
This made Zola had to treat him carefully, not just for his father.
For myself and for my other loved ones.
"Father, let me tell you something."
Zola returned to Rasfa's ward. Rasfa's appetite is quite good today. His appetite today is almost the sum of the past seven days. Rasfa even tasked himself and he has fully recovered.
"I met Old John just now, and his son also lives here. He has a brain tumor. He has issued a critical illness notice yesterday."
"His son? Fili or Danny?"
"Not the two of them. They are younger. They are only seven years old this year."
"God bless that child."
"I do n’t know if God bless Little John, but Little John suddenly woke up today, and the brain tumor that originally oppressed the brain and nerves actually shrank in half."
"A miracle, what's going on?"
"Today, the Asian doctor entered John's ward, and then the doctor on duty regarded him as an intruder of unknown intentions. He almost called the police, and he replied that he had gone to the wrong ward."