Mr. Kane Got Blacklisted

Leighton was speechless.
After ten minutes, the car finally came to a stop.
The house was a villa, but the entire villa area had been abandoned previously.
The developer went bankrupt, and the assets were liquidated. A few years ago, a new developer took over and completed the
final touches, finally making it available for use. However, this place was quite remote, and being close to the crematorium,
property prices had sharply declined. There were listings everywhere online, offering low prices. Those purchasing villas here
were
generally not short of money. Due to the unfavorable location of this house, not many people chose to live here.
The house was far from the city center, and with the overcast sky, darkness had already descended by the time they arrived.
There were scarcely any lights on the road. Leighton glanced out the window, observing the willows casting eerie shadows under
the dim streetlights. The more he stared, the more unsettled he felt. Quickly averting his gaze, he sat up straight.
The car halted in front of a pitch-black villa. Nicole turned to him and said,” Get out, we’re here.”
Leighton grunted in response and opened the door, stepping out of the car. He took two steps and suddenly remembered he
hadn’t brought any spare clothes.
He intended to ask Estelle for help in bringing a set, but as he turned around, he saw Estelle driving off as if he were being
pursued by wolves, without a word.
Leighton was left dumbfounded.
As he followed Nicole into the house, Leighton continued to mutter to himself.
“That coward, just fled! At his age, he’s still a chicken! He needs to muster some courage and face his girlfriend!”
Nicole entered the password, and the lock clicked open. Before pushing the door open, she turned to Leighton and said, “Let me
record your fingerprint. If you ever encounter trouble and have nowhere to go, come here. There aren’t many people around. The
residents are mostly retired, leading peaceful lives.
They don’t know any celebrities, so you won’t have to worry about being recognized.”

Initially, Leighton wanted to decline, saying, “No need, I have my own place. “
However, realizing that his residence had been exposed, he probably couldn’t stay there anymore. Buying a new one would
entail paying a hefty penalty fee, which he couldn’t afford. After some consideration, he reluctantly said, “I won’t stay for free. I’ll
pay you rent for however long I stay.”
Nicole glanced at him as if he were foolish and said indifferently, “As you wish.”
After recording his fingerprint, Nicole finally turned the doorknob.
Inside the house, there was a musty smell, and barely any light filtered through.
Nicole fumbled around for a while but couldn’t find the switch. Realizing that she didn’t frequent this place, she took out her
phone and turned on the flashlight, intending to locatelthe switch. However, as soon as the flashlight illuminated the room,
Leighton vaguely saw a figure rushing toward them. His hair stood on end, and in a daze, he seemed to envision a ghastly
hanged ghost, its tongue protruding and its foot-long nails reaching out to strangle him.
Almost instinctively, he pulled Nicole toward him and kicked out at the dark figure.
There was a thud as something heavy fell to the ground, followed by a muffled groan from a man.
Leighton shifted his foot and widened his eyes.
Leighton had acted too swiftly for Nicole to discern anything clearly.
She only heard the noise andthen!
directed the flashlight toward it, revealing a man in a suit and leather shoes, half kneeling on the ground, groaning in pain and
clutching his abdomen.
How could a ghost have a physical form?
She blinked, quickly aimed the light at the location of the switch, and turned on the foyer light