Chapter 1448 Five (2/2)

”Silicon dioxide is an insulator,” said Big Markelov. ”In its natural state, the stone is mainly made of silicon dioxide, so it doesn't conduct electricity, unlike iron ore.”

Iron ore would conduct electricity. This was common sense.

Li Du remembered the cleaner's words. Someone said that the little ones had entered the house just before the door opened.

The cleaner thought they woke up the dead and attracted the ghosts, but Li Du remembered that when they first came in, there was no electricity in the house and they turned on the circuit after they cleaned.Find authorized novels in Webnovel，faster updates, better experience，Please click for visiting.

That was to say, the electricity of this black stone did not come from itself, but most likely from the circuit.

He told Young Markelov to pull the switch, and then he beckoned the little ones out again. They could go in and out of the door.

Naturally, there was no electricity in the black stone when they touched it now.

”Damn, I said there was no ghost!” Li Du couldn't help but exclaim.

Lu Guan said hesitantly, ”But this doesn't make sense either. If you have the electric wire touch the ground to cause the current to flow out, that electric switch should automatically close. Otherwise, it would have short-circuited. There shouldn't have been any current.”

”That's the problem of the electricity,” said Li Du.

When the switch was on, the black rock got back its electrifying quality again.

The connection was now established. Li Du and the others were not electricians and were certainly no expert in this. All they could do was lay a block of wood over the stones and call an electrician to take a look.

They just covered up the black rock when Ah Ow suddenly looked up at the door and then rushed out.

A voice outside said, ”Hello, anyone? Is anyone here? Wow, that's one big dog!”

Li Du whistled, and Ah Ow ran back quickly. He went out and saw a somewhat decadent youth standing in the door.

The young man was of the indoorsy type, with messy hair like a bird's nest, listless eyes, pale skin, fat body, and weak feet, all of which were the characteristics of an American couch potato.

”You are?” asked Li Du tentatively.

The young man pointed in the direction of the house next door and said, ”Oh, my name is Benedict Allen and I live there. Who are you? Are you an undercover cop? How did this murder house get opened again?”

Li Du remembered the Toyota he saw that morning, ”No, I'm the new owner here and your new neighbor. Nice to meet you.”

The young man gasped. ”You bought the house? Why would anyone buy the damn place?”

He said a few more swear words and then added, ”This is a haunted house, man. Are you an immigrant? You must have been taken in. No one can live in this house!”

Li Du smiled and said, ”I know, but I don't believe in ghosts.”

”Well, I don't believe in them either,” muttered Benedict with a wry smile. ”But it's the way it is. Listen to me, man, you better get out of here, sell this house or something. Whatever it is, something happened here, five people were killed in this house…”

The last sentence surprised Li Du. ”Five people? Isn't it four?”

”Trust,” said Benedict, with a sneer. ”I live here, and I know best that there were five, but not too many know about this last victim.”