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

These judgments are based on inferences derived from some known information.

Zhang Yangqing wasn't just making wild guesses; for example, he had clues to support his theory that the guy from the third faction in the monitoring room was setting things up.

Why are there only scratches from one side in that room, and no signs of a struggle? This suggests it was a psychological attack.

Why could he see the third group trying to steal clothes in the surveillance footage? It shows that these people had a clear objective.

Why did we encounter the third group, who had already looted the clothes, on the upper floors? It means they arrived early.

His analysis and speculation were all based on the accumulation of bits and pieces of intelligence. By combining these, he could guess the guy's purpose.

Back in the monitoring room, Zhang Yangqing sat in a chair, staring at the seven screens, his mind racing.

How can I kill the third-party monitor?
It's not as simple as just turning on the last surveillance camera, waiting for him to come, and then fighting; that would be too passive.

The red-haired psychic was loitering near the monitoring room, his footsteps light, as if he were patrolling, or perhaps waiting for something.

He twirled the silver needle in his hand, the needle weaving between his fingers so fast it was almost invisible.

Zhang Yangqing spoke up: "Hey, come here."

The red-haired psychic immediately ran over, slightly bent over, a smile plastered on his face: "Big brother, what are your orders?"

Zhang Yangqing had taught him a lot of real skills, so he naturally became very polite.

It's not just polite talk; I genuinely admire you.

He tried using the Qimen Dunjia method a few times, and the results far exceeded his expectations.

Zhang Yangqing casually asked, "In this building, is there anyone with stronger mental power than you? Or someone with supernatural abilities, that's fine too."

The red-haired psychic thought for a moment and said, "There are quite a few people whose mental strength is stronger than mine, but not by much. However, there is a strange one who is much stronger than me."

Zhang Yangqing asked in confusion, "Who?"

The red-haired psychic replied, "The mistress has a six-eyed weasel. Ugh, just thinking about it makes me angry. Last time, that beast went berserk for some reason. Four or five of us psychics couldn't control it. In the end, the mistress had to appear before the six-eyed weasel calmed down."

His tone carried a hint of apprehension and a touch of resentment.

Zhang Yangqing asked, "Where is the Six-Eyed Weasel?"

The red-haired psychic thought for a moment and replied, "It is resting in the mistress's room, but I don't know where the mistress's room is. I have no right to know. The butler does know. It is said that any door here can lead to the mistress's room."

He spoke very seriously, not as if he were just being perfunctory.

Hearing this, Zhang Yangqing knew what to do.

Actually, there might be one more person here who knows, and that is the little girl.

Since the mistress loves her so much, she must have taken her to her own room.

In other words, if entering the mistress's room requires "authority," the housekeeper has the authority on the surface, but secretly, the little girl may also have this authority, though others may not know it.

Once we find this six-eyed weasel, we must kill the third faction's monitor.

Seemingly sensing Zhang Yangqing's intention, the red-haired psychic spoke up, his tone carrying a hint of warning: "Big brother, don't blame me for reminding you, the Six-Eyed Weasel is extremely ferocious. It feeds on human flesh and blood. If you're not careful, it will suck you dry in no time. None of us psychic masters dare to get close to it; we only dare to control it from a distance."

Zhang Yangqing waved his hand: "Don't worry, I know what I'm doing."

In the world of ghost stories from before, Zhang Yangqing had at least been a beast tamer, so he knew quite a bit about animals.

What do animals need? Food. Once they're full, they naturally won't be ferocious.

It will develop a certain level of affection towards whoever feeds it.

Unfortunately, the assassin had just killed several members of the third faction, and their bodies were still fresh.

Isn't this just ready-made food?

With this thought in mind, Zhang Yangqing went to the rest room to sort out the corpses with a melancholy and eerie feeling.

Several corpses lay on the ground, their bloodstains dried, leaving a large dark brown stain on the carpet.

The melancholic and eerie figure opened the easel and "sealed" the corpse inside the painting.

A drawing is like a storage space; you can just throw it out when you need it.

His fingers traced across the paper, and the corpse turned into a wisp of black smoke, which was then absorbed into the drawing.

Several more corpses appeared in the picture, along with some fresh bloodstains.

The red-haired psychic followed behind, watching this scene with wide eyes.

He had seen many bizarre methods, but this was the first time he had ever seen someone seal a corpse inside a painting.

The red-haired psychic leaned closer to the melancholic and eerie figure and whispered, "Dude, can this painting hold a living person?"

The melancholy and eerie man hadn't actually intended to pay him any attention, but since he felt the guy was quite capable and it wouldn't hurt to build a good relationship, he replied, "With my current abilities, I can't do that yet. Living things have very strong causal relationships."

The red-haired psychic nodded. That was true. It was like he could manipulate objects with his psychic powers, but he hadn't yet been able to manipulate living things.

Seeing Zhang Yangqing collecting these corpses, the red-haired psychic had already figured out Zhang Yangqing's intentions and spoke up again: "Big brother, even if you feed the Six-Eyed Weasel like this, it won't listen to you. It only obeys the Mistress's orders, and no one else's words matter."

Zhang Yangqing rolled his eyes at him and explained, "I told you you were a bit silly. As long as I lure it to the monitoring room when I need it, when that third-party monitor appears, it will be a large-scale, wide-ranging attack that will definitely anger the Six-Eyed Weasel. It will naturally take action, so why would I need to order it around?"

The red-haired psychic suddenly realized, slapping his thigh: "Big brother is indeed big brother! You're right, how could I be so stupid?"

He scratched his head, leaned closer, and said with a grin, "Please let me come with you. I also want to see how strong that third-faction monitor is."

This statement is enough to show that the red-haired psychic is an opportunist.

When he was unsure, he said he would keep an eye on things from outside so as not to delay Zhang Yangqing.

Now that he's confident, he dares to come and keep him company.

It's not that he's changed, it's that he's become more calculating.

Low risk, high return, why not do it?
After collecting the bodies, the melancholy eerishly closed the easel: "I don't know if this is enough."

Red-haired psychic: "That's about enough. That beast is only about the size of an arm; it can't eat much."

With these preparations complete, Zhang Yangqing led his team back to the monitoring room, sat down, and began searching for the possible location of the eighth surveillance camera.

According to available information: the camera in the conference room is above the throne, the camera in the toy room is in a corner of the ceiling, the camera in the laundry room is above the washing machine, and the camera in the dining room is opposite the dining table. Each camera is located in the deepest part of the room, in the most inconspicuous place.

So the eighth camera should also be deep inside a room, or in a corner that has been deliberately hidden.

What do these seven cameras have in common?
At first glance, it doesn't look like it, but it actually is.

That is: the place the little girl might go! (End of Chapter)