“Get out, fight, can you take being talked to like that, Brother Hwu?”
Brother Hwu curled his lips and said, “Kid, why the arrogance, do you even know who I am? I’m the Brother Hwu known online, don’t stir up trouble, or I might just lie down and sue you for harassment.”
“Wow, Brother Hwu, that’s some slick maneuvering.”
“Professional scam artist, bro, you’ve gotten yourself into big trouble.”
As soon as Zhang Wei saw this guy, he immediately rushed over and kicked him; “You still dare to livestream here, I’m gonna beat you to death.”
“Look, it’s Zhang Wei, the guy who got caught pooping on camera last time.”
“I remember, his butt is so big and white it even made me heart flutter.”
“Don’t mess with this one, he’s a rich second generation, Brother Hwu, you better scram. With a single call, more than a hundred workers will heed his command, you’ll definitely get the shit beat out of you.”
Brother Hwu quickly dodged, saying hurriedly, “Misunderstanding, this is a misunderstanding, last time it wasn’t intentional when I filmed you going to the toilet outdoors.”
“If you can’t handle it, call me.”
Yang Jian watched as Zhang Wei chased after the guy called Brother Hwu. He didn’t intervene; Zhang Wei at worst would get hurt, but if he got involved, people could end up dead.
Letting Zhang Wei entangle these two guys to keep them from causing trouble was better.
The hallway on the second floor was dim and damp, the floor was somewhat slippery, and as you walked further down, the hallway became increasingly dark, ending on a wall of green bricks. But on the side of this entire corridor were three rooms, each with its own door.
The first was a heavy iron door, like a bunker from wartime, studded with solid rivets, the door covered with moss and rust, and it seemed it had never been intended to be opened, as it had no handle.
“No, this door isn’t iron, it’s gold.” Yang Jian reached out and felt it, his pupils contracted.
Rust fell away, revealing a sliver of bright golden color.
After a closer inspection, there was no doubt that the whole door was made of gold, only it was covered with a layer of iron sheet to deceive the unsuspecting.
But due to the long passage of time, coupled with poor maintenance, the iron had completely rusted away, allowing large chunks to be peeled off easily.
“A door cast in gold… There must be something extraordinary inside.” Yang Jian felt a chill and slowly retracted his hand.
Under what circumstances would one need a door cast in gold?
According to his thoughts, it would only be worth using gold for a door when imprisoning ghosts.
“This building’s history can be traced back a hundred years, could it be there were ghost handlers a century ago?” Yang Jian’s expression changed: “Or am I overthinking it, and it was just some rich person from the past hiding their wealth in this way?”
He wasn’t certain, but the conclusion in his heart leaned towards the former.
The second door was made of copper, covered with verdigris and also lacked a handle, heavy beyond measure and blending into the surrounding walls. To open it, one would have to smash through the wall.
Yang Jian knocked on it.
There was no echo, indicating the extraordinary thickness of the copper door.
The third door was made of wood, with a lock, and had about seven or eight locks running top to bottom.
But now, all of these locks had been cut through with tools, and the door had been opened, swinging open with a creak at the lightest push.
A cold draft struck, making one shiver involuntarily.
Yang Jian took out his phone, turned on the flashlight, and illuminated the inside but didn’t rush in.
The thick green brick walls made the seemingly spacious room actually only about five square meters. He estimated the thickness of the walls… at least three meters or more.
This kind of construction was definitely not meant for habitation.
The more he saw, the more Yang Jian believed that the original purpose of constructing these three rooms was to incarcerate something very dangerous, and it might even have been ghosts.
“No, that’s not right, if the owner of this place really intended to detain ghosts all those years ago, then it would be foolish to spend so much wealth on building such an estate; it draws too much attention and doesn’t fit with the intention of covering up the truth. If it were me, I’d build a basement and bury it deep in some desolate place. That way, not just a hundred years but even two or three hundred years might pass without it being found.”
“Which means, what’s in these rooms may not be ghosts…”
Yang Jian tried to analyze the situation based on the scant information available.