Reincarnation: I Married My Ex's Brother

Zhuang Long's house was in Monterey Town, California's most famous seaside resort.

This place had a pleasant scenery. Unique villas and houses could be seen everywhere. Some houses were hidden in the forest, while others were built on the shore. In short, only the rich could afford to live here.

When Zhuang Long was young, this place was not as lively as it was now. At that time, not many people would come here for a vacation, but those who could come were all rich people.

He did not inform Xiao Meng when he came this time. He could no longer remember what happened when he was young, nor could he remember the address he used to live in. For this, Zhuang Long specially asked someone to help investigate. The moment he got off the plane, he received an address.

Zhuang Long stared at the address in a daze.

Was this where he had lived when he was young?

After Zhuang Long arrived in Monterey City, he hailed a taxi locally. He told the driver his destination, and the driver thought that he was here for a vacation. He even introduced him to a villa with the best environment and the best price.

Zhuang Long said, "I already have a place to stay."

The warm smile on the driver's face faded a little. A moment later, a warm smile appeared on his face again. He asked Zhuang Long what he was going to do. Zhuang Long said that he had once lived here and grown up here. It turned out that he was from the same hometown. The driver's attitude suddenly became even more amiable.

The two of them chatted for a while. From the driver's words, Zhuang Long obtained a lot of beneficial information.

When he found out from Zhuang Long the address of the house he was going to stay in, the driver's gaze changed. He fell silent, as if he was puzzled. Zhuang Long did not understand why the driver had such a reaction. He was shocked, but he did not give himself away.

The driver was a young man and could not hide anything. In the end, he could not help but ask Dr. Zhuang Long, "Do you know that the house you're going to live in is a haunted house?"

At this moment, Zhuang Long did not know that his house had become a haunted house.

He was even more surprised when he heard this.

Why did his family become a haunted house?

A vague guess formed in his mind.

He looked out of the window at the beautiful and charming sea view and saw seagulls parked on the shore, unafraid of tourists. He did not look away and asked the driver about the house in the calmest tone like an unrelated stranger.

"A haunted house?" Xiao Meng's face flashed across his mind before he asked the driver, "What do you mean?"

"Because someone died there."

Zhuang Long said, "Many houses have had people die before." He looked disapproving. "Is every house that has a murder case a murder house?"

"Not really." The driver smiled awkwardly. Then, his expression turned serious and he said, "But that house is different. Someone died in that house, and it wasn't just one person. The way they died was very ugly."

Zhuang Long's eyes darkened.

More than one person died?

When did this happen?

Was it when he lived there or after he left? What did these people die for? Who did Mother kill back then?

Before reaching his destination, Zhuang Long's heart was filled with countless questions.

Zhuang Long asked the driver, "Do you know the exact situation?"

"Sigh, it's been too long. How would I know?" The driver looked to be in his twenties. He had probably heard what he knew from others. He told Zhuang Long everything he knew. He said, "I heard that there was a murder in that house more than twenty years ago. It was said to be very bloody. After that, no one was willing to buy that house."

"All these years, the prices of the houses near that area have increased. There's only one house, and no one has asked for it. Brother, I advise you to change to another one."

Zhuang Long smiled and did not answer.

The driver sent him to his destination and asked him repeatedly. After confirming that Zhuang Long had made up his mind and did not plan to find another place to stay, he gave up and turned around to leave.

Zhuang Long stood by the road with his luggage.

On both sides of the road were many private houses. This place was close to the sea, and he could hear the sound of the waves. Zhuang Long looked up at the old villa on the slope. That house was his former home.

The house was two-story. It was not tall, but it occupied a large area.

Zhuang Long stood by the roadside and sized up the house for a long time before walking towards it with his luggage.

The house was locked. As it was a haunted house, no one approached it at all. The grass around it was a little deep, but the house was well preserved. Someone must have been repairing it over the years.

Back then, when Xiao Meng was in prison, this house was taken back by the government. Later on, it was handed over to a real estate agent, who wanted them to sell this house. However, after so many years, this house was still in a state where no one bought it.

Zhuang Long contacted the agency and explained his intentions. In less than half an hour, the agency sent someone to sign the contract with Zhuang Long.

The person who came was a man in his thirties. He came in a hurry and left in a hurry. When he signed the contract, he was even more easygoing. When he left, his footsteps were very fast, as if there was a god of plague behind him. They only wanted to sell this house.

Hence, Zhuang Long became the new owner of this house at an unimaginable low price.

Zhuang Long opened the door with his key. The moment he entered the house, a wave of dust hit him. Zhuang Long quickly retreated and waited for a while. When he saw that all the dust had landed on the ground, he stepped in.

There were many things in this house. There was a sofa, a table and stool, almost everything that was needed for life. The only surprising thing was the wall of the house. The wall was too clean. It was obvious that it had been repainted, as if to cover up any traces that it shouldn't have.

Zhuang Long stared at the pure white wall, his heart fluttering.

He walked forward and touched the wall. Many years ago, had these walls been covered in blood?

The ground was covered in dust. With every step Zhuang Long took, there would be a footprint on the ground. Zhuang Long thought of a scene—

He was alone in the house. He strolled around the dusty house. When he turned around, he realized that the footprints on the ground were of different sizes…

He felt a chill down his spine and stopped himself from thinking too deeply. He called a housekeeping company and asked them to send someone to clean up the house. After the call, he called the furniture mall and asked them to send some furniture over.

After the call, he left the house and sat on the grass beside it. After a while, the people from the housekeeping company came. They looked at Zhuang Long as if they were looking at a lunatic. He actually dared to stay in such a dangerous house!

Zhuang Long pretended not to see their complicated gazes.

He collapsed on the grass and looked up at the shore.