Liang Bohua smiled and said, "Wang is always afraid that if you have something to do in the future, the third master will cause trouble for you? I don't think so. If you have any problems in the future, the third master will be responsible for it and it has nothing to do with you. Moreover, the affairs of the construction of Chazhou New Port can provide you with some opportunities. As for whether you can seize the opportunity, it depends on yourself."

Wang Cunde couldn't help but be moved by it. After thinking for a long time, he stuttered: "The price is 7.5 million yuan, how about it?"

Liang Bohua smiled and patted his shoulder: "Mr. Wang, please be more happy. The deal is seven million. We will sign the contract now. Think about it, we are not forcing you. The key is that the villa is so bad that it is so bad that the yard is dilapidated. At least we have to pay another 5 million yuan to renovate. In addition to purchasing furniture, we still have to lose."

"Okay." Wang Cunde had no choice but to agree.

Next, the two parties went to the relevant units to go through the procedures, signed a contract agreement, and transferred bank money. Liang Bohua had a wide range of favors and faces, and things were done quickly. He also invited Wang Cunde to have a meal at a nearby hotel to celebrate and thank him, and the matter came to an end.

The next day was the weekend, and the design of the home was basically completed. The construction was in full swing, and the old man couldn't get involved. Song Baojun asked his father and the silly girl to go to Baiheshan to study how to organize the newly bought villa.

It was very close to home, more than twenty minutes away, and I arrived in the blink of an eye.

If it were someone else, after listening to Wang Cunde's messy ghost stories, he would have some trouble in his heart. But Song Baojun doesn't care. Just like a person whose worldview has long been fixed, if you insist that the earth is square, he will never believe it and will not take it seriously at all.

The old man heard that it was Ling Anqi's residence, so he confidently patted his chest and promised to design a luxurious residence in Xiaoaochazhou for the girl, and then went to the west to look around and measure it everywhere.

The only thing Song Baojun was interested in was what Wang Cunde mentioned. After asking Ling Anqi to help the old man, he walked into the first floor lobby alone and found an entrance sealed by two large door panels on the bottom floor of the staircase at the corner opposite.

Without any effort, Song Baojun pried open the lock, flipped up the door panel, and saw a stone step extending from the entrance.

At first glance, it seems very ordinary. Most villas have basements when they were built, and this place is no exception. If you look at the wall structure carefully, it was found almost twenty-five years ago.

A cold breath came to my face, and there was a cloud of darkness inside, and there was no sign of anything.

Song Baojun found the light button on the side of the stairs. Before Wang Cunde moved, he stopped the water and electricity when he moved, but he had not installed it yet.

He took out the Vietnam War version of kerosene lighter and ignited it. Song Baojun used this little light to grop and climbed down the steps.

There are 22 steps in total, and the depth of one floor.

Looking out, the lobby in the basement is very spacious, with two rooms on both sides of the left and right locked doors. There is nothing in the middle, and about ten centimeters of water accumulates on the ground.

Song Baojun felt that there was nothing worth exploring and was about to return the same way, but the philosophical personality in his mind suddenly said: "There is something wrong here, and the breath of the secret energy is much more abundant than that of other places."

Song Baojun said: "Hey, I'm very suspicious about how the definition of Youneng is. Sometimes I say that eating can be supplemented, and sometimes I say that it's strong in mind. Now it's like gas. What's going on?"

"Psychic energy is a form of energy that provides energy to personality. Just like electricity, you cannot feel it in other places, but near the substation, you can sense the magnetic field of high-voltage electricity by using detection tools. Or radiation, the radiation dust at the nuclear explosion site is tens of thousands of times that of other places, and you cannot detect it with the naked eye, but it exists objectively."

"I understand this explanation. Are you saying that the 'pony magnetic field' here is stronger?"

"Yes, this basement seems to have some connection with the imaginary space, and I suggest you explore it."

"Oh? There's something going on? Oh!" Song Baojun was communicating with his philosophical personality in his mind. Unpredictable temperature came from his hands. The lighter, which was burned by the flames, fell into the water in the basement. It sneered and the surroundings immediately fell into darkness.

Song Baojun hurriedly bent down and groped in the water. The water in winter was extremely cold, only about five degrees.

He couldn't help but grin and endured the cold, and finally found the lighter.

However, the kerosene cotton core had already entered the water and could no longer catch a fire. Moreover, the wet hands emitted a odor of rotten water, which made Song Baojun feel very uncomfortable.

He wanted to return to the ground to prepare lighting tools, and expected that Hummer H3 would have an emergency toolbox. But an unknown voice in his heart summoning himself that made him unable to leave.

Song Baojun moved forward in the water and walked to the middle of the basement hall. His shoes were soaked in water, wet, and his feet were cold.

In the darkness, his eyes were invisible, and Song Baojun was walking around just by feeling.

When the philosophical personality saw that he was at a loss, he said: "Define the entropy value as ds=(dq/t)r. If the process is irreversible, then ds=(dq/t)ir. Combining the above two formulas can get..."

Song Baojun hurriedly said: "Convert it into Chinese expression."

The philosophical personality explained it and said: "Define the entropy value so that you can perceive the changes in the phantom magnetic field in the environment. The eyes are the most critical organ for humans to obtain information, but it is also an obstacle. When you rely too much on your eyes, you are often deceived by the eyes."

According to the method of philosophical personality, Song Baojun gradually felt that the temperature, color and space around him were no longer a dark area. This feeling was very wonderful, as if the principle of thermal imaging was displayed on the screen, including various different color blocks of red, yellow, white, white, green and green.

Song Baojun did not need to give special explanations for his philosophical personality. He felt that wherever he had the redest color, he would have sufficient secret energy.

He called this feeling "divine awareness".

Wherever the spiritual sense reaches, the place under your feet is the redtest. As the ripples caused by stepping on the water, the redness also appears in ripples.

“Underground!”

Song Baojun leaned down and reached out to search, only touching the hard wooden floor and the accumulated mud. It seemed that he had to find someone to clean it up.

After a while, Song Baojun, who was cold and unable to touch the direction, gave up this exploration and returned to the villa hall with wet shoes.

The old man and Ling Anqi simply inspected the villa and the surrounding yards, turned back, and when they saw Song Baojun's appearance, they all thought that he had fallen into the ditch.

Song Baojun couldn't explain anything, so Ling Anqi felt sorry for the gentleman and suggested going home to change his clothes first.

Back at the temporary hotel, Song Baojun was still thinking about what exactly existed in the Baiheshan villa and how it would affect the residents. If this hidden danger was not solved, he would still be worried about letting Ling Anqi move in.

It is best to meet patients affected by the house and see what problems they have.

According to Wang Cunde's description, Wang Lingjuan is very similar to an ordinary personality who has fallen into the imaginary space, which leads to adverse reactions. Modern medicine cannot detect it at all, and can only attribute it to mental illness.

After taking a hot bath, changing into clean clothes, leaning against the sofa and drinking the instant coffee made by Ling Anqi, Song Baojun called Huang Dami and asked him to help arrange the engineering team to handle the matter of Baiheshan villa.

In fact, for the dignified deputy mayor and secretary, contacting a mere engineering team is a trivial matter.

So Huang Dami had to call the boss of the engineering team again. The boss of the company agreed immediately without saying a word, saying that two professional teams would be sent out the next day, one team would be responsible for silting, cleaning up, maintenance, and maintenance, while the other team would be the decoration team.

Then call Liang Bohua and ask him to contact Wang Cunde and prepare to visit Wang Lingjuan.

Wang Cunde received a call and thought that Jun Shao had something wrong with him in the villa. He was so scared that he lost his soul. He heard that he wanted to visit his mentally ill daughter, so he reluctantly agreed.

Fortunately, he is currently in Chazhou and has just received the house payment from Song Baojun. He is in a good mood and decided to set off on the weekend.

Qingshan Mental Hospital is in a remote area in the suburbs of Chazhou City, and it takes more than an hour and a half to drive. Song Baojun was afraid that he would give Wang Cunde any bad associations alone, so he called Lin Mengxian, Tan Qingkai, Meng Manning and Zhang Mingfang together.

After a while, Meng Manning and Zhang Mingfang were full of emotion. They witnessed from the beginning how Song Baojun stepped to the peak step by step. Later, Wang Lingjuan's father Wang Cunde was killed by himself, and he didn't say much about the ending.

Meng Manning studied at the University of Finance and Economics, and it would be fine if he was not in the same school as him. Zhang Mingfang could hear the rumors about Song Baojun every now and then. Sometimes he traveled with a certain beauty, sometimes he was jealous of a certain beauty, and sometimes he was born in a life of a certain beauty to die for him. The name of the love saint is well-known.

At this time, when they received the invitation from Song Baojun to take the initiative to visit Wang Lingjuan, the two of them were surprised and couldn't help but feel quite nervous.

At the meeting point that they had made an appointment, the two found that Wang Cunde was chatting and laughing with Song Baojun, as if they were not grudges. They felt that their worries were unnecessary.

Wang Cunde had a very happy chat with Song Baojun with gratitude.

His business in Chazhou City has been under suppression before. This was not very serious. With Wang Cunde's connections and financial resources, he was fully capable of making a comeback. The key is that everyone is afraid of Du Yinlang's power and began to alienate him intentionally or unintentionally.

The good relationships in the past were no longer able to rely on, which broke Wang Cunde’s backbone. In the huge city of Chazhou, it was like a dog in a panic family.

However, a few days ago, Jun Shao bought Wang Cunde's old house privately, and rumors spread that Jun Shao had fallen in love with Wang Cunde's love for Wang Lingjuan. His phone calls suddenly increased.

It's nothing more than those snobbish relatives and friends. I heard that he offended the big guys and ran fast one by one. Now I heard that Jun Jun was very fond of him, so they called him to ask about his well-being.
Chapter completed!