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Chapter 81: Diogenes Syndrome



When Chen Yiyang arrived at the hotel.

The professional team hired by the junior accountant had almost finished inspecting the hotel's septic tank.

Although opening the septic tank caused a terrible stench on site.

Chen Yiyang still put on a mask and went inside.

"Boss." The junior accountant greeted Chen Yiyang with a wave after he entered.

"Do you have any more of those gas masks? Get me one too."

Chen Yiyang noticed that the junior accountant was wearing a gas mask. It was obvious that this was more effective than Chen Yiyang's mask.

"I already prepared one for you." The junior accountant hurriedly took out a new gas mask for Chen Yiyang.

After putting on the gas mask, Chen Yiyang looked closely into the septic tank.

At this point, the professional team had already fished out quite a few things from the septic tank.

In one of the containers, there were several large catfish wriggling.

"So it was these things causing trouble at our hotel all along." The waitress left by Liu Yiyi was also there.

Seeing these catfish, she immediately said, "I remember the hotel kitchen got a batch of catfish before. One of the chefs said he bought them to experiment with new dishes. Later, the catfish disappeared mysteriously. Could they have accidentally slipped into the septic tank?"

It wasn't an accident.

Looking at the catfish, Chen Yiyang guessed that someone probably bought them deliberately to put in there.

The purpose was to create ghost rumors.

Once the rumors spread, no guests would want to stay at the hotel anymore.

Even if some guests aren't afraid of ghosts, strange noises at night would make it hard for them to sleep.

"Did you record the process of finding the catfish in the septic tank?" Chen Yiyang asked the junior accountant.

"I recorded everything earlier. Not only did I film it with my phone, but I also set up a camcorder over there." The junior accountant pointed toward the corner.

Chen Yiyang looked over to see a tripod with a small camera set up, recording the scene.

"Make sure to store the footage properly," Chen Yiyang instructed the junior accountant. "Once we've fished out all the catfish from the septic tank, we'll invite reporters to publicize this. We'll do some marketing to let people know about our hotel."

"But boss, our hotel only has a waitress, chef, and manager positions yet to be filled. We can't just promote without being operational."

"I plan to have Liu Yiyi manage this hotel again later. But you'll have to take charge of the finances.

You recruited a few apprentices in Jin City before, right? Have them come over to oversee the finances."

That's right.

Once the hotel reopens, Chen Yiyang still intends for Liu Yiyi to manage it.

Because Chen Yiyang had the junior accountant check the hotel's previous accounts.

Under Liu Yiyi's management in the past two years.

The hotel's performance was excellent.

Rather than recruiting an unknown hotel manager, Chen Yiyang preferred Liu Yiyi to assemble a new team and continue running the hotel.

"Should I call Liu Yiyi now and tell her about this?"

"Don't call her just yet. Actually, go ahead and call her," Chen Yiyang hesitated, but eventually let the junior accountant call Liu Yiyi.

However, he added, "But I guess Liu Yiyi won't agree to return to manage the hotel now."

"Why?" the junior accountant asked puzzled.

But Chen Yiyang didn't answer her.

After the junior accountant called Liu Yiyi, she indeed looked dejected and told Chen Yiyang, "Liu Yiyi didn't accept our offer. She said the hotel's issues haven't been resolved, so she can't return now. But didn't we find the catfish in the septic tank?"

Of course, the catfish in the septic tank were found.

But who put them there?

The person behind this was the real reason Liu Yiyi intended to sell the hotel at a low price before.

However, Chen Yiyang couldn't take the initiative to find the culprit yet and had to wait for them to reveal themselves.

Once the catfish in the septic tank were found and the ghost rumors were dispelled, Chen Yiyang believed the person behind this would show up.

The next morning.

Chen Yiyang woke up close to noon due to playing games all night.

The breakfast prepared by the junior accountant in the apartment living room was already cold.

Chen Yiyang didn't bother reheating it.

He just put the food back in the fridge and then went downstairs to a breakfast place to eat.

After taking a sip of hot soy milk, Chen Yiyang opened his phone.

Today's intelligence, Diogenes Syndrome: A box of jade is hidden in the basement of a house at 927 Bright Road, Lotus District, West Capital City. It can be bought for under a hundred thousand yuan to successfully seize the opportunity.

Related maps and pictures are attached on the second page.

Jade, and a whole box of it?

Seeing today's intelligence, Chen Yiyang almost spat out the soy milk in his mouth.

The last time he seized jade raw materials, they were only worth a few hundred thousand.

Now a whole box of jade has actually arrived.

If this box of jade is all of high quality, then the total value might not be less than tens of millions.

However, today's intelligence is somewhat peculiar.

Although the intelligence mentioned a simple box of jade.

But the name of the intelligence looks like a kind of illness.

So Chen Yiyang drove his Hongqi car to the location mentioned in the intelligence while opening his phone to check what Diogenes syndrome was.

After spending nearly forty minutes on the road, Chen Yiyang arrived at the location mentioned in the intelligence.

This is an old street.

The houses on both sides of the road were built decades ago, and many of them even have cracks and are closed.

Chen Yiyang got out of the car at the intersection and walked in to search for the house mentioned in the intelligence.

He hadn't even gone halfway when he smelled a foul stench.

Although it was slightly better than the smell from the hotel's septic tank yesterday, it was just a little better.

So he put on a mask and continued walking inside.

In a house at the very end of the street, a group of people gathered there from afar discussing something.

Chen Yiyang walked over and listened to the surrounding people's conversations to find out what happened.

It turned out that house number 927 was the last room on this street.

This street used to be a jade trading market. After the market relocated, it gradually fell into decline.

The owner of house number 927: an elderly person who used to do jade business here stayed behind and lived here because of his age after the market moved.

However, in recent years, neighbors on the surrounding streets found that the old man not only started keeping various stray animals in the house but also liked collecting all sorts of things to place inside.

Originally, that would have been fine.

After all, few people lived on this street anymore.

But this old man liked to bring home not only waste. If someone threw away expired or rotten food on the street, he also loved taking it into his house.

This led to the inside of his house being infested with countless flies, maggots, cockroaches, and the like.

Not to mention going inside the house.

Even standing several dozen meters away from the house, you could smell a foul stench.

The old man's family came to persuade him several times, finding that he was unwilling to change. Later, they didn't bother coming anymore.

As for the neighbors.

It even got to the point where they called the police before. But the police couldn't do anything about an old man hoarding in his home; they couldn't forcibly clean his private house.

So after enduring for years, the old man finally passed away last week.

Today, it's the old man's son coming to clean up the house, to see if it still held any resale value.

However, after the door was opened, the stench attracted other people on the street to come over and watch.

The old man's son also retreated to the opposite side of the street due to the stench.

"We need to find a professional to clean this up. That old man piled a lot of rice, cakes, cookies, and like inside; it's probably full of bugs."

"I think we might as well tear this house down and rebuild it. Even if we clean it, can it be cleaned thoroughly?"

The passersby discussed among themselves.

Although opinions varied on how to deal with the house.

Everyone agreed on their view of the old man.

That was that the old man definitely had a mental illness, and it was lucky he even managed to live in such conditions until now.

Chen Yiyang, who heard these words from the bystanders.

Understood the reason behind it.

Because the old man actually had an illness.

Diogenes syndrome refers to a mental psychological disorder.

Patients with this illness exhibit extreme self-neglect, care very little about personal hygiene, and usually make their homes dirty and messy.

Moreover, they actively hoard various supplies in their homes, even if the hoarded food is already decayed and full of maggots, they are completely indifferent.

If patients with this disease have family interference and care, it's not too bad.

The hygiene situation won't get too terrible.

But in the case of the old man living alone like this.

His house would definitely become a large maggot breeding ground. If he raised lizards inside, they'd probably get too fat to move.

"Do any of you neighbors know of a cheap cleaning company? I contacted a few just now, and after seeing the pictures, they all quote two or three grand."

At this moment, the homeowner's son came over and started talking to the neighbors. He wanted to clean the house thoroughly.

But with the house in such a state, no one is willing to do the work without a few thousand dollars.

Chen Yiyang thought for a moment and walked over to strike up a conversation with the homeowner's son.

"I run a cleaning company. Looking at this, your materials aren't impossible to clean cheaply. But the house is full of things; what do you need to keep, and what do you not? We're not sure."


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