Fang Xiu got some information about this old house on Xinhe Road from lawyer Zhou Hongshen. The information showed that the house was built in 1904, more than a hundred years ago. At that time, it was still a concession. After that, it experienced several wars and several eras. This house can be said to have experienced the vicissitudes of time and witnessed the changes of the entire Weigang City for a hundred years. This house has also experienced more than twenty owners, some for twenty or thirty years, and some for a few months. There are foreigners and Chinese. Some bought it and some rented it temporarily. However, Fang Xiu could only see the name, and there was no specific identity information or experience. Zhou Hongshen collected these at the beginning just to value the assets under Wang Hao's name. "If you want to find more detailed information, you can go to the district library to check it out. It's not far from your home." Zhou Hongshen gave Fang Xiu a suggestion. This library is bigger and older than Fang Xiu imagined. It is said that it was built even earlier than Fang Xiu's house. Following the librarian's instructions, Fang Xiu found old newspapers, materials, and books about the time, trying to find clues from them. However, because the time is too long, the information is not so easy to collect. "You want to find records about the 1930s, right? Maybe you can take a look at Mr. Li Cheng's autobiography and memoirs. He lived on Xinhe Road at the time. There should be what you want." Fang Xiu felt that this librarian was not simple. At least he could be called knowledgeable. Fang Xiu found this autobiography and memoirs and sat on the table in the library to flip through it. It was a thick brick book with densely printed words and some old photos collected by Mr. Li. It fully reflected the life and details of that era. Fang Xiu flipped through a few pages and immediately found what he was interested in and wanted to know. "Miss Chen Wu moved here in 1935. Many people admired her, and local celebrities and scholars came to visit her. When I first met her, she was wearing a dress and holding a girl's hand at the gate. She was graceful and beautiful. She was indeed a first-class beauty. Perhaps because of her experience of studying abroad, she possessed a temperament that we had never seen before." "I only then knew that she was already a mother. As for who the father of the child was, I had been her neighbor for quite a while, but I still didn't know. I just heard from others that he was a Westerner." "At that time, Miss Chen Wu's reputation spread throughout Weigang City. She was called the most beautiful woman in Weigang City and the most famous socialite in the upper class. At that time, I was just a small editor-in-chief of a newspaper and a poor scholar." "I had just come back from outside that day, and Shopkeeper Wang told me that Miss Chen Wu had gone crazy and committed suicide by cutting her wrists at home. She was found dead a week later." "After that, I never saw a beauty with her temperament again. Whenever I passed by the door of that house, I would always think of that graceful figure inexplicably, smiling back at me, with an endless sorrow in her eyes." The description of Miss Chen Wu spanned two or three years, and most of them were just mentioned in passing. Fang Xiu flipped through many pages until the last page about Miss Chen Wu's death, when Fang Xiu saw a photo in the upper left corner. It was an old black-and-white photo that looked a little blurry and faded. In the center stood a woman, wearing a white cheongsam with ink patterns like blue and white porcelain. She stood in front of an old rice shop, looking straight into the camera. Her appearance was very similar to the little girl Fang Xiu had seen before. However, after flipping through the whole page, Fang Xiu did not find any information about the daughter of Miss Chen Wu, nor any records, not even a name. "It should be her! The time, place, and appearance all match. The girl I saw is the so-called daughter of Miss Chen Wu?" Fang Xiu borrowed some information back and prepared to take a good look after returning. However, on the way back, Fang Xiu was still pondering: "Why did I see people from more than a hundred years ago? Were they ghosts? But isn't this a world without magic? How could such a thing happen? Where did the ghosts come from? How could there be ghosts? Isn't this a world without magic? And after reading the time and space management log and the information currently investigated, this should not be something from other time and space." "It's been a hundred years, why didn't it happen earlier or later, but I happened to encounter ghosts when I came here, and I haven't heard of such a thing in previous records." "Then it can only be because of me that extraordinary supernatural events occurred." Fang Xiu immediately thought about what he had done differently recently: "I found and opened a weird underground secret room. That secret room looked like an underground prison." "I modified the secret room and put the extraordinary items in that secret room." Fang Xiu immediately basically confirmed: "There are still some problems with that secret room that I haven't discovered. As for the occurrence of supernatural events, it should be that I just put the extraordinary items there, which led to the necessary factors and conditions for extraordinary events." "These supernatural items are really dangerous. Even if they are left alone, will they affect the surrounding world?" Fang Xiu did not walk fast, but because the library was not far from his home, he soon walked to the door of his house. Fang Xiu finally sorted out the reason for the whole supernatural incident. Fang Xiu stood at the door, closed his eyes, and his mind turned quickly. It was troublesome, but it was not troublesome either. The only tricky thing was that Fang Xiu could not see the other party's spirit at all in his normal state, and the three supernatural items, the Face of the Fraud Clown, the Hand of Giant Strength, and the Blood of the Deep Diver, were not supernatural items that could work on spirits. But Fang Xiu still sorted out three ways to solve this supernatural incident in an instant. First, he could use the Saint's Ring to solve the incident directly, but Fang Xiu felt that it was a waste. Second: Fang Xiu could transfer the three supernatural items away to cut off the source of the other party's power. Third: Unravel the secrets in the secret room and find out why supernatural events occur when supernatural items are placed in the secret room. Fang Xiu decided to try the last two methods first. If there was still no solution, he would use the Saint's Ring. Fang Xiu walked into the yard and saw the green grass in the yard was light and seemed to have been sprinkled with water. He pushed open the door and found that the layout of the living room had changed a little. The sofa was moved and flowers were placed in the vase. Everything was arranged in order. This female ghost was not a threat to Fang Xiu at present, but Fang Xiu still felt very scared that an invisible person lived under the same roof with him. "No matter what, we must first find out what this supernatural incident is all about." He took a sledgehammer, a crowbar, and an electric drill, opened the floor of the basement, walked down, and turned on the lights below. The lights came on, and Fang was about to start the action, but he felt something was wrong in the secret room. Fang Xiu suddenly raised his head and saw that the face of the fraudulent clown that was originally placed in the cabinet was floating in the air, as if it had lost gravity and emitted a faint fluorescence. As its fluorescence flowed, an illusory shadow could be seen, and its shape appeared under the illumination of the fluorescence. The first thing he saw was the slender and thin hand holding the mask, so white and tender that one could see the blood vessels through the skin. Then came the hollow lace top and the red long skirt. The bright red skirt was stretched out and spun, as if blood was splashing everywhere, revealing a pair of small feet stacked together underneath. At this moment, Fang Xiu seemed to see poppies blooming, so beautiful that it made people shudder. It was a face like a porcelain doll. She tilted her head and looked at Fang Xiu curiously, her eyes full of innocence and loneliness. The hand holding the face of the fraudulent clown slowly put it on his face, like a child finding an interesting toy. The originally funny smile on the face of the fraudulent clown immediately turned into an expression that seemed to be crying and laughing, and it was unclear whether it was sad or happy. A childish voice came from under the mask: "Hey! Do you hate me too?" "You also... want to kill me?"