A debt-ridden tycoon inherits a luxury mansion, but the tenants are not human.

The room fell silent. The lights shone on everyone.

Liu Xiaoyu spoke up, "Dad, weren't you going to show Chen Mo something?"

Liu Jianjun took out a bag and gave it to Chen Mo.

"The death report of Chen Banshan".

Chen Mo opened the bag; it contained a photocopy. It stated the time of death as October 15th of last year, and the cause of death as suspected cardiac arrest.

Below is the autopsy report, which states that there was no heart disease, no poisoning, no external injuries, and the cause of death is unknown, requiring investigation.

"Cardiac arrest, but no heart disease?" Chen Mo was puzzled.

Liu Jianjun nodded.

"Yes, he died on the Double Ninth Festival, but the yang energy was strong that day, so he shouldn't have died."

"Murder?"

Liu Jianjun shook his head.

"I don't know. He went to Zhao Shouyi's shop a month before he died. After returning, he stayed in the room and didn't come out. Later, he died next to the table."

Chen Mo felt a little scared. If he had been murdered, the killer might be Zhao Shouyi, someone from the Changsheng Society, or someone else.

Liu Jianjun said, "After he died, the old house was empty for half a year, and no one else could enter. Now that you've inherited it, you're the only one who can come in."

"Was I assigned this role?" Chen Mo asked.

Liu Jianjun said, "Maybe, but I don't know exactly who arranged it. You might be the variable."

Chen Mo was very familiar with the word "variable".

"Master Liu, you didn't come here just to talk about this, did you?" Chen Mo asked.

Liu Jianjun smiled.

"I want to make a deal with you."

"What kind of deal?"

"I'll help you investigate your great-uncle's death and deal with Zhao Shouyi," Liu Jianjun said, "but you have to do me a favor."

"What kind of help?"

Liu Jianjun looked at Liu Xiaoyu, his eyes slightly red. "My daughter has a special constitution; she can see spirits, but she can't control them herself. I want her to stay here with you to learn how to control them."

Chen Mo looked at Liu Xiaoyu, who nervously clasped her hands together.

"But it's not safe for me here," Chen Mo said. "Zhao Shouyi and the Changsheng Society could come at any time."

"I know," Liu Jianjun said. "This place can toughen people up, and the old house has been upgraded, so it's relatively safe. I feel at ease."

Chen Mo didn't speak, thinking to himself that Liu Jianjun was useful, and Xiaoyu was useful too; they could both help him. "She can stay," Chen Mo said, "but I can't completely guarantee her safety."

"Understood," Liu Jianjun said happily. "Xiaoyu, call him Brother Chen."

Liu Xiaoyu said, "Brother Chen."

Chen Mo asked, "Can she see spirits?"

"It's not just about seeing," Liu Jianjun said, "it's also about speaking and being possessed by spirits."

Chen Mo was startled.

"It's hereditary. My family members all work at the funeral home. Her generation is the most capable, but also the most unstable," Liu Jianjun said.

"Then what can I do?" Chen Mo asked.

"Teach her to control it," Liu Jianjun said. "You help her resolve her obsessions and learn how not to be influenced by spirits."

Chen Mo thought for a moment, then nodded slightly. "Okay," he said, "but you have to listen."

Liu Jianjun stood up. "Thank you. I'll head back now. I'll leave Xiaoyu in your care."

He walked to the door, turned to Chen Mo and said, "Zhao Shouyi won't resort to force for now. You've already proven your strength. He might use softer tactics next, such as seeking cooperation or exchanging intelligence. You need to be extra careful."

Then he turned and walked out of the courtyard.

At this moment, only Chen Mo, Di Ling, and Liu Xiaoyu remained in the room.

Chen Mo looked at Xiaoyu and asked, "How old are you this year?"

"I'm twenty-one."

"Are you in college?"

"I dropped out of school," Liu Xiaoyu said. "I can see unclean things. My classmates think I'm sick and they all stay away from me. My teachers don't like me either. My dad said I can go back to school when I can control my abilities."

Chen Mo nodded. He thought of his own experiences, and realized that he, too, had been crushed by fate.

But living means striving and not being easily defeated.

"You're staying in a room on the second floor, but it's not furnished yet," Chen Mo said. "I'll go buy some later."

"No need," Liu Xiaoyu said. "I brought a sleeping bag. Having a room to stay in is fine."

Then she asked, "Brother Chen, can I take a look at the spirits in the old house?"

Chen Mo looked at the Earth Spirit, whose clay head nodded slightly.

"Okay," Chen Mo said, "but don't disturb them."

Liu Xiaoyu closed her eyes happily, then suddenly opened them again, her gaze sweeping around.

"There's an uncle reading a newspaper, there are kids playing marbles, and there's an old lady washing vegetables."

She saw it all.

Chen Mo nodded; she was indeed very capable.

"Xiaoyu," he said, "talk to that old man reading the newspaper and ask him what he's waiting for."

Liu Xiaoyu walked to the chair, facing the man's shadow.

She asked, "Uncle, what are you waiting for?"

The room was quiet for a while.

Suddenly Liu Xiaoyu froze, her eyes became cloudy, and her fingers tapped in the air.

She said, "Will the stock price go up today? It won't go down, will it? I've already lost over 500,000 yuan. If it drops any further, I'm going to jump off a building."

She spoke quickly, and Chen Mo and Di Ling exchanged a glance; she was being influenced by the spirit.

"Xiaoyu, wake up!" Chen Mo shouted.

Liu Xiaoyu suddenly took two steps back, her face pale.

"I'm sorry, I... I lost control."

"It's okay," Chen Mo said. "It's always like this the first time. Remember to build a wall around yourself, stay vigilant at all times, and don't let the emotions of the spirits easily overwhelm you."

Liu Xiaoyu nodded, but she felt a little scared.

At that moment, the old clock suddenly struck loudly, and its hands spun wildly, eventually pointing to the three o'clock position after several rotations.

The clock face glowed red, and suddenly words appeared:

New Obsession: The Actor

Content: After performing the last play

Time: Before July 15th

Clue: Building a stage to find an audience

High difficulty

Reward: Memory Weaving

Warning: There is a time loop, but be careful not to get trapped inside it.

Chen Mo looked at the bright red words, puzzled. What was a time loop, and how could he be trapped in it?

An actress is the woman who always sings opera in the courtyard.

But how is it possible to build a stage and find an audience?

Just as Chen Mo was struggling with his problem, Liu Xiaoyu spoke up.

"Brother Chen," Liu Xiaoyu said, "I can help with the communication."

Chen Mo looked at her and thought for a while.

"Okay," Chen Mo said, "then give it a try, but remember not to get overwhelmed by the emotions of the spirit."

Liu Xiaoyu walked towards the courtyard.

Chen Mo watched from inside the room as the numbers on the clock slowly disappeared.

In seven days, there were also matters concerning Zhao Shouyi and the Longevity Society, as well as matters concerning his third maternal uncle, Chen Banshan.

Time is tight and the task is heavy.

He walked into the courtyard and saw Liu Xiaoyu standing there listening with her eyes closed.

This old house has a long story. But he is no longer alone.