Chapter 27
Throughout the entire day, Ryan was taken around by a real estate agent to look at various houses, such as those in Santa Monica, Beverly Hills, and North Hollywood, almost making a full circuit.
Oh, by the way, the real estate agent was introduced by Helen.
However, the ones he chose were not luxury houses; they were just single-family apartments with better privacy.
In fact, Ryan had just set his sights on an apartment in North Hollywood. It was not small, with three floors, luxurious decoration, and a tall surrounding wall outside, which met his privacy requirements very well.
However, the rent for this apartment was naturally not cheap, reaching a high monthly rent of $3300, which made Ryan roll his eyes.
Now it was 1994, and a monthly rent of $3300 was simply outrageous. He flatly refused the real estate agent's kindness.
The real estate agent could only show a disappointed expression and continue to help him select a suitable apartment.
Finally, in the northern part of Burbank, near South Canyon to the north and North Hollywood to the west, they finally found a very nice apartment. It was two floors, entirely wooden structure, with a very simple design style, and a size of over 130 square meters.
The key point was that the apartment itself was a single-family one, with a small garden of over 60 square meters in front of the courtyard gate, and a tall wooden wall outside, which provided very good privacy.
What pleased Ryan was that the plants planted in the yard stayed green all year round.
Of course, according to the customs of his past life, he could completely replace the plants inside with vegetables such as tomatoes and peppers, and then plant a large jujube or apricot tree.
In addition, the surrounding transportation was also very convenient, only five or six minutes away from Highway 5 in California, and only about ten minutes away from the San Fernando Valley to the north.
There were many large supermarkets nearby, so shopping was completely convenient, or rather, very convenient.
Moreover, it was only about twenty kilometers away from Los Angeles, making transportation very convenient.
And the rent was also very reasonable, only $800 per month, which was unbelievably cheap.
Even though it was 1994, in the Burbank area, a single-family apartment like the one in front of him would definitely not have such a price. It would be impossible to find one even if you searched with a lantern.
Low price, large size, convenient transportation.
Such a house, oddly enough, had not been rented out all along. It would be strange if there were no problems.
Looking at the apartment in front of him, although it didn't have luxurious decorations like a swimming pool, it was very simple and atmospheric. Ryan nodded in satisfaction.
However, the real estate agent spoke up and reminded, "Mr. Ryan, although this apartment is very nice and the rent is very cheap..."
"But, considering Helen's face, I must remind you that I don't recommend renting this apartment."
"Not recommended!" Ryan was slightly stunned, then asked, "Why?"
"Or, is there a problem with this apartment?"
The real estate agent shrugged and pointed to a room on the second floor, saying, "Just a few months ago, there was a murder case here."
"The owner of the apartment, bankrupt and under the influence of alcohol, first shot and killed his girlfriend, and then shot himself."
"And, as far as I know, there have been more than one suicide in this apartment, and there are even rumors of being cursed by a witch."
The real estate agent, after all, was introduced by Helen and didn't want to hide these things from Ryan.
"It wasn't until last month that his sister rushed over from Australia, did some simple renovations, and handed the apartment over to the real estate company."
"Unfortunately, this matter was reported in the newspaper. Even though the rent is very cheap, no one is interested."
It's not that Americans are superstitious, but people all over the world are similar. No one wants to live in a place where a murder has occurred, let alone multiple suicides.
Moreover, there were rumors of being cursed by a witch.
In the United States, the curse of a witch was famous, and coupled with the recent hype about "Blair Witch," it would be strange if it could be rented out.
Of course, there were other reasons, such as this being a wealthy area. People who could afford to rent houses here almost all had substantial incomes and naturally wouldn't be tempted by cheap rent to rent a place where a murder had occurred.
Upon hearing this, Ryan subconsciously looked at the second floor, feeling no eerie or terrifying feelings at all, but rather quite ordinary.
If it were someone else, they would definitely not consider renting such an apartment, even if the rent was very cheap.
Ryan, however, was thinking of another question: "Saw" could completely be filmed here, perhaps as a great selling point.
Scene of a murder!
There have been more than one suicide!
Rumors of being cursed by a witch!
A genuine haunted house, or even a rarely seen good place.
Oh, sorry, it should be a good place to shoot a horror film.
As for living!
Ryan could reluctantly accept it. In the old houses he lived in in his past life, there were several that hadn't had deaths!
If he cared about these things, it would be hard to find a suitable place.
Moreover, he could always move to another apartment after the film was shot.
"A very nice haunted house."
"$500, as long as the price drops to $500, I'll rent it."
Looking at the single-family apartment in front of him, Ryan felt more and more that it was suitable for filming "Saw."
What's better for publicity than a haunted house?
The real estate agent looked at Ryan with a surprised expression. What did he mean by a very nice haunted house?
Does he actually like haunted houses?
However, as a qualified real estate agent, he naturally wouldn't refuse such a request.
"$500 a month is too low, at least $650 a month, and pay the rent for a year in advance."
Ryan didn't haggle and readily agreed.
"Okay, then we can sign the contract now."
"I want to move in as soon as possible." Ryan said thoughtfully.
What?
Move in?
The real estate agent's face changed. What does he want to experience? Could it be that he wants to experience a murder scene, or the rumored witch's curse, associating it with recent scams about witches?
He secretly glanced at Ryan, thinking he might be another idiot chasing after witches. He hoped Ryan wouldn't get scared and wet his pants at night. He should remind Helen not to come here to spend the night tonight.
Well, it's better if she doesn't come during the day either.
"No problem at all, we can handle all the procedures today."
"It was cleaned up just a few days ago and can be moved into at any time."
Regardless of which real estate company it was, the speed at which procedures were handled for haunted houses was terrifyingly fast, to prevent customers from regretting it.
That afternoon, Ryan signed a formal lease contract with the real estate company and paid a year's rent of $7800 on the spot, which made him feel a little heartbroken.
The only good thing was that he got the keys to the apartment and could move in at any time.
In the evening, Ryan hired a moving company and brought some luggage over. Sofia Coppola, who served as an assistant and part-time laborer, naturally became the first guest.
Of course, besides being a guest, she inevitably needed to help organize things.
Actually, Ryan didn't have a lot of personal belongings, just a few changes of clothes, some small filming equipment, and some cutting tools that needed to be transported by the moving company.
It took more than an hour before and after to finish.
Sofia Coppola, tired and devoid of any ladylike image, lay on the sofa in the living room, constantly complaining, "I shouldn't have listened to Helen and applied to be your assistant."
"These tasks should be done by your girlfriend or maid, not an assistant."
Ryan spread his hands and said helplessly, "I'm sorry, I don't have a girlfriend for the time being, and I don't have enough time to find a maid."
"Besides, from a friend's perspective, you should feel honored, after all, you're my first guest."
"Uh, a very honored guest."
Hearing this, Sofia Coppola couldn't help but roll her eyes. A laborer was a laborer, how could they be called a honored guest? Does any host ask guests to work?
"As a very honored guest, shouldn't the host treat me to celebrate?"
Ryan readily agreed, "No problem, we can leave now."
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