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

The red-haired psychic spoke casually, as if he were hiding something.

At this point, the red-haired psychic seemed to have thought of something and added, "Hey, do you think the Sixth Young Master's laboratory and the Seventh Young Master's vault might be in the basement? Of course, I don't mean to spy on them. As the Fifth Young Master's subordinate, I also respect the other young masters. I just have this guess."

This statement is still a very tactful way of adding to one's respect.

Zhang Yangqing nodded, thinking that his analysis made some sense.

There must be something "shady" in this building; it's something that can't be made public, something that can't be known by everyone.

They must be buried underneath, in some corner where no one goes, somewhere no one will find them.

However, after exploring the first floor, Zhang Yangqing did not find any stairs leading down.

Stairs only go up, they never go down.

The way down there must be complicated; it might be through a hidden door, a special elevator, or it might require some kind of authorization.

Zhang Yangqing still didn't understand one thing: what exactly was the purpose of this building?

He used to hang out at the Malek Building, which was the headquarters of Malek Heavy Industries and a gathering place for many powerful individuals, with the aim of suppressing the supernatural.

There was a strict hierarchy and a clear objective: to assign guards to each area.

This building is different; humans and the supernatural seem to coexist. The staff includes monitors, security guards, cleaners, gardeners, cooks, maintenance workers, and so on.

Everyone is doing their own thing, and everyone has their own rules, which is similar to a typical eerie building.

Wait a minute, Zhang Yangqing seems to remember a "strange guy".

I remember when I first arrived here, there was only one surveillance camera left, and a weird "lunatic" appeared with his hair covering one eye.

That guy was very strong and couldn't wait to kill Zhang Yangqing, but Zhang Yangqing never violated the rules of death, so he couldn't make a move.

Let's deduce from this: strange creatures appear frequently here, and there are quite a few strange events.

Clothes in the laundry room fly away by themselves, and the lights in the hallway turn off by themselves. These things happen every day, and the number of such incidents is increasing every day.

As monitors, the Chosen Ones are tasked to deal with and suppress these strange phenomena to a certain extent.

If you ask how to suppress it, the answer is naturally to keep the surveillance on; that's the job of the Chosen Ones.

In places like this, there's bound to be some mysterious big boss hiding.

It is not one of those low-level, camera-suppressed minor characters.

It may be the oldest, most powerful, and most indescribable entity in this building, or even in this world.

Zhang Yangqing analyzed: Could it be that the existence of this building is equivalent to a "heaven and earth array" that suppresses some strange creature that this world cannot solve?
If we think about it this way, we can speculate that the role of the matriarch in this world is to suppress the supernatural.

Because this building belongs to the matriarch, and in this world, power is increased according to authority, the matriarch's authority must be able to suppress that strange BOSS.

When she was not around, the authority was distributed among the young masters and ladies, and everyone worked together to maintain the operation of the great formation.

But no one dares to say they have no selfish motives, and no one dares to guarantee they won't let the team down at crucial moments.

If—and Zhang Yangqing meant if—then if the matriarch encountered problems at this point, requiring a successor to acquire absolute authority and continue suppressing the eerie BOSS.

Then all the rules make sense!

Why are some guests in danger?

These guests intend to harm the mistress, create conflict among the young masters and ladies, divert authority, and finally unleash the eerie BOSS.

So, the chosen one, acting as the monitor, must deal with these guests once they are discovered, or everyone will die. Then, they must help a particular young master or lady obtain the highest level of authority to stabilize the situation.

The problem is that these young masters and ladies, who seem to be at odds with each other on the surface, are actually bound to have huge conflicts.

Even the red-haired psychic said that the Eighth Young Master was clearly trying to seize control.

Moreover, many young masters and ladies have so-called "subordinates," and Zhang Yangqing has met some of them.

Those guys, like the red-haired psychic, are all capable individuals.

So Zhang Yangqing began to consider whether this Ninth Miss was reliable.

To be honest, Zhang Yangqing really didn't want to entrust his fate to others, especially since Miss Jiu was so naive.

She couldn't even say whether she liked it or not, and she didn't dare to decide whether to rebel against her older siblings' discipline.

Judging from the most basic level, Miss Jiu is not someone who can handle things at this stage. She may not be able to make the right judgment at critical moments, nor is she someone you can trust to entrust your back to.

Of course, Zhang Yangqing was not questioning the Ninth Miss's future potential; after all, she was the mistress's daughter, and her bloodline and potential were there.

But who can predict the future?

If possible, Zhang Yangqing wanted to obtain the authority himself. Who could be more reliable than himself?
He had considered the idea, but obtaining authority from the mistress himself was almost impossible.

If the mistress finds out he has this idea, he's doomed.

The rules suggest adding monitoring, but how much monitoring would be needed to exceed the master's authority here?

That's hard to say!
The matriarch's authority is the foundation of the entire building, the core of the rules, and the source of all presence.

No matter how much surveillance you add, you can't reach her level.

Perhaps the Chosen Ones' current authority as monitors was granted by the Mother.

Regardless of the circumstances, after thinking this through, Zhang Yangqing's goal became much clearer, which was better than the vast majority of chosen ones who were still in the exploratory stage.

After a whole night of fussing, the sky outside gradually brightened.

The streetlights outside the window were off, but the lights in the corridor were still on, the lamplight and the daylight blending together, making it impossible to distinguish one from the other.

The surveillance footage began to show some young men and women, who appeared to have been at the restaurant separately.

The young lady was the first to appear in the frame. She was wearing a deep red dress with a hem that trailed on the ground, making a rustling sound as she walked.

Her hair was black, long, and draped over her shoulders, with slightly curled ends.

The young lady has exquisite features, but her eyes are cold, and her temperament is only arrogant and dangerous.

She walked to the dining table, where two servants pulled out a chair for her, and she sat down directly.

By this time, the chef had already prepared breakfast. The young lady ate very elegantly, but very quickly, as if she were in a hurry.

The second young master followed closely behind, wearing a light gray suit without a single wrinkle, his tie was tied perfectly, and a silver brooch was pinned to his collar.

His hair was still neatly combed, each strand obediently staying in its proper place.

If you looked closely, you could see that the second young master had changed into a new pair of gloves, which were so clean it was outrageous.

He walked to the dining table, but didn't sit down. He just stood there, glanced at the young lady, then at the food on the table, and turned to leave. He didn't eat, or perhaps his relationship with the young lady wasn't very good. (End of Chapter)