I am a full-level celestial master, you let me enter the strange talk of rules?

Hearing the repairman's words, Zhang Yangqing realized that the guy had taken the bait.

He pretended to ponder for a moment, then said, "How about this, the library is safer. You go there and wait for me. I'll let you know if I have any leads."

The repairman had just nodded and turned to leave when Zhang Yangqing called him back: "By the way, do you know where I can find any abandoned surveillance cameras, or new spare ones? I need to install more cameras to better manage this place."

The reason I asked him was because he might know something about this.

The maintenance worker is someone who works in this building. He has handled all kinds of equipment and seen all kinds of clutter. He knows better than anyone else what is piled up in which places.

Without a second thought, the repairman replied, "There's a storage room on the eighth floor near the restrooms. It's full of old and broken stuff. If you want something new, you'll need to go to the warehouse. But the key to the warehouse is with the housekeeper, and only he can open it."

He paused, then added, "The butler is difficult to talk to; be careful when you see him."

Having asked enough questions, the two parted ways.

The repairman walked towards the library, while Zhang Yangqing returned to the monitoring room.

He sat back down in his chair, his gaze fixed on the toy room.

The little girl sat on the floor mat, a teddy bear lying next to her, building blocks scattered all over the floor. She leaned against the wall, seemingly lost in thought after playing for a while.

Zhang Yangqing felt that the little girl was the core of this strange world.

Not long after, the fake repairman who had finished washing the clothes arrived.

He was still the same troublemaker. His clothes were washed and dried; the dark blue work uniform was wrinkle-free and stain-free, but it didn't quite suit his personality.

His hair was still standing upright, each strand sticking out and looking prickly.

Zhang Yangqing deduced from the situation in the laundry room that if the guys from the third camp wanted to change their identities, they had to do laundry.

To eliminate the third faction, Zhang Yangqing alone would be exhausted.

He needs help, and where can he find it? Those "idle people" on the ninth floor are the best choice.

Those guys are no good. The reason the Chosen Ones discovered them in the Strange Tales World is because they can be used.

While he was thinking, the rebellious young man spoke up: "Dude, thanks a lot for what I did earlier. If it weren't for you, I would have been taken care of by that imposter. If you need any help in the future, just let me know. We're all on the same side."

His eyes were earnest, his expression was spot-on, and every word he uttered seemed to come from the bottom of his heart.

Zhang Yangqing knew he was definitely sincere, and even had no choice but to be sincere.

He needs to play the role of the repairman well, without making any mistakes or arousing suspicion.

But what was his purpose? Zhang Yangqing still didn't know.

Perhaps it was a desire to survive in this building, or perhaps it was a desire to kill someone.

Zhang Yangqing pretended not to have noticed anything and said in a relaxed tone, "I already said it's nothing, you're too kind."

The rebellious young man asked again, "Hey buddy, are you new to this job?"

Zhang Yangqing knew he was trying to get information out of her, but she still said, "That's right, it's my first day at work."

The rebellious young man nodded, as if confirming something: "Work is quite tiring. When you take a break, you might as well come to the lounge on the fifth floor. It's quiet there, no one will bother you, and you can have a good rest."

Zhang Yangqing said, "No problem."

He agreed so readily, as if he were a complete novice who knew nothing about it.

After chatting for a while, the troublesome young man left.

His figure disappeared around the corner of the corridor, and the sound of his footsteps grew fainter and fainter.

At that moment, a melancholy and eerie figure walked in from outside the monitoring room.

He didn't come back with Zhang Yangqing; instead, he was squatting outside the laundry room.

Zhang Yangqing looked at him: "Did you find anything?" Youyu Weiqi shook his head: "No, he was in the laundry room the whole time. He came here after he finished washing up. What do you plan to do?"

Zhang Yangqing said, "Naturally, I'll find an opportunity to kill them all. He lured me to the rest room, where there are definitely many of his accomplices. Rather than waiting for them to show up one by one, it's better to take them all out at once."

The melancholy man nodded and said, "That's simple, just put on your armor, it'll be easy."

Zhang Yangqing shook his head: "Let's just go through the proper procedures."

The melancholy, enigmatic voice didn't understand: "What does 'going through procedures' mean?"

Zhang Yangqing said, "There are people who are restraining them."

He didn't explain further, nor did he press for details, even though he seemed melancholic and strange.

As the two were talking, the surveillance footage changed.

The little girl got tired of playing, stood up from the playmat, dusted herself off, hugged her teddy bear, and walked out of the toy room to the dining room.

There was already one person sitting at the long table in the restaurant.

Golden curly hair cascaded over her shoulders, the ends curling slightly, gleaming softly under the light.

She was wearing a pale yellow dress with a long skirt that trailed on the ground.

She has delicate features, fair skin, and lightly painted lips.

The blonde woman ate with great elegance, her back ramrod straight, her knife and fork held steady, and she cut her steak slowly and gently, as if afraid of making a sound.

Behind her stood a servant dressed in a black suit and wearing a white mask that only revealed his eyes.

The servant, holding a teapot, stood motionless to her right rear, like an emotionless decoration.

When the water in the teapot got cold, she went to get a fresh one and then came back to stand there.

The little girl walked to the dining table, climbed onto the chair, picked up a fork, and began to eat the food on her plate.

She ate inelegantly and improperly, shoving her fork into the plate with a clanging sound, and splashing soup onto the tablecloth, leaving rings of yellow stains.

The blonde woman put down her knife and fork and wiped her mouth with a handkerchief.

Her movements were slow and elegant, every detail revealing her upbringing and status, but her tone was anything but friendly: "You can't even eat properly, what kind of behavior is this? If Mother comes back and sees you like this, she'll be angry again."

The little girl lowered her head, looking aggrieved. She didn't dare to look at her, and the fork in her hand hung in mid-air, neither daring to move nor put it down.

Zhang Yangqing saw this scene on the surveillance footage, stood up, pushed open the door, and walked quickly towards the restaurant.

Before long, Zhang Yangqing arrived at the restaurant entrance, where he could still hear the blonde woman scolding the little girl.

He pushed open the door, went inside, and stood beside the little girl.

Zhang Yangqing didn't look at the blonde woman, but looked down at the little girl, his tone gentle, as if he were coaxing a child: "Are you hurt?"

The little girl shook her head.

Zhang Yangqing then raised his head and looked at the blonde woman: "Get out of here after you're done eating. It's none of your business to tell her what to do."

The atmosphere froze instantly!
The blonde woman's smile froze on her face, and the handkerchief in her hand was clenched into a ball.

The servant behind her took half a step forward, and a knife was already drawn from his sleeve, the blade gleaming coldly in the lamplight.

The servant's eyes changed; the previous emptiness and indifference disappeared, replaced by murderous intent.

She would act at the slightest word from the blonde woman.

The blonde woman stared at Zhang Yangqing, her beautiful face contorted with rage: "Who do you think you are?"

Zhang Yangqing said, "I will truthfully report everything you have done to the mistress." (End of this chapter)