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

The melancholic and eerie figure and the red-haired psychic crouched down to examine the corpse. Zhang Yangqing reminded them not to touch it; they were only to look.

The two looked at each other and saw confusion in each other's eyes.

Who did it? To kill them both with a single blow, without them feeling any pain—the method was too clean.

They discussed this at length.

Zhang Yangqing spoke up: "Is it possible that these two people committed suicide?"

The melancholic, eerie, and red-haired psychic was stunned.

They couldn't understand why someone would commit suicide by sticking a sharp blade into their head, something they'd seen countless times.

That doesn't make sense. How much strength and willpower would it take for a person to insert such a long blade through their forehead?
This is something no normal human being could do.

But Zhang Yangqing knew in his heart that this might have violated rule 10.

Rule 10 clearly states: [If you witness someone committing suicide on CCTV, and you are certain they are dead, do not approach or touch the body, nor allow the body to be moved. Keep the CCTV feed still and wait for the housekeeper to handle the situation.]

Furthermore, he felt that since neither of them showed any signs of pain, they might have been killed instantly, or they might have willingly committed suicide.

He had seen both of these guests before; they seemed to have come alone and hadn't interacted with the other young masters and ladies.

What brought them here?
Why would someone commit suicide in the laundry room?

He didn't have an answer yet, but he knew he couldn't touch the body now.

Although it's uncertain whether it was suicide or homicide, since he died under surveillance, Zhang Yangqing decided to lock the door to avoid violating the rules.

He led the two away and locked the laundry room door.

The melancholy voice asked in a strange tone, "Won't this prevent anyone from going in?"

Zhang Yangqing shook his head: "It's difficult. I only have one key, but I'm not the only one who has a key."

The red-haired psychic asked, "Then what do we do?"

Zhang Yangqing was pondering whether he should have one of them stay here and watch.

But there are still three places that need to be addressed, and he doesn't have enough manpower.

Just as he was hesitating, a thought suddenly flashed through his mind.

He froze, as if he had suddenly realized something.

"Damn it, so that's what the rules mean." He cursed inwardly.

Because there is a rule here that can also be triggered, and it can be triggered actively, that is rule 15.

Rule 15 states: [If you see someone who looks exactly like you on surveillance footage, don't be surprised or panic. It's your mirror image. It won't harm you, but you can't let it know you've seen it. It can help you do things you don't want to do.]

Combine the key points of Rule 10: [Do not approach or touch the body, do not allow the body to be moved, and keep the surveillance footage still].

The result was that he stood under the surveillance camera, activated the jammer, and froze the surveillance footage.

The scene will show him in the laundry room, looking at the two corpses.

That way, no one will come to move the body, because there will always be someone watching over it.

The real him can go to other places to continue observing.

As long as the mirror image doesn't realize the real him, it will stay in the laundry room.

He had considered countless possibilities before, but he never imagined that Rule 15 would be used in this way.

It's outrageous, yet so ingenious.

Even he had a sudden realization, which shows how complicated this ghost story was.

The two rules actually match perfectly; this is the purpose of mirroring.

In other words, it doesn't matter if the mirror image is killed; it can take its place. Zhang Yangqing opened the door and went in alone, activated the jammer under surveillance, and then left.

The red-haired psychic and the melancholic, enigmatic man followed along, though they were confused.

Back in the monitoring room, he saw that the surveillance footage of the laundry room was frozen, as if it had malfunctioned.

Zhang Yangqing made some adjustments, and the monitoring screen was restored.

But a bizarre scene unfolded: in the laundry room, there was a person who looked exactly like Zhang Yangqing, staring at the corpse and even patrolling the laundry room.

The person was wearing the same uniform as Zhang Yangqing, and had the same movements and gait, as if another version of him was doing the same thing in another room.

The red-haired psychic was stunned. He pointed at the screen, his voice trembling, "Huh? Big brother, you're here? Then who are you in the laundry room?"

Zhang Yangqing said, "Don't make a fuss. As a monitor, I have special abilities. I can summon clones to help me watch over things. They are my assistants."

The melancholy eeriness added, "I understand. This clone can only appear under surveillance cameras; it's a characteristic of Big Brother's ability."

Zhang Yangqing was very pleased that he had been able to analyze the situation to this extent.

Although the red-haired psychic was somewhat confused, he trusted Zhang Yangqing's way of doing things. After all, the world was a big place and anything was possible. As long as he explained it clearly, he wouldn't ask any more questions.

At this moment, Zhang Yangqing was actually more curious about what state his mirror image was in.

Is he someone who possesses all his power, or just an ordinary person with a set of rules?

How intelligent is he? How did he identify the two corpses in front of him?

He wanted to observe, but there wasn't enough time; there were still three issues to resolve.

The second choice was a restaurant.

As soon as Zhang Yangqing arrived at the entrance, he could hear terrifying noises coming from inside the restaurant, as if something was tearing, chewing, and swallowing.

The sounds were muffled and heavy, like a large group of cannibalistic monsters feasting inside.

Opening the door, it was pitch black inside, and the smell of blood and pollution was even stronger than in a laundry room.

The eeriness inside was even greater and more numerous, some hidden in the black pollution. When the flashlight shone on them, only some blurry outlines could be seen moving around, and they were not clearly visible.

The light won't turn on, and the switch doesn't do anything when pressed.

Zhang Yangqing lit the second match and went inside.

The firelight dispelled the darkness ahead, but it couldn't illuminate the distance.

Following his memory, he found the switch for the surveillance camera on the ceiling and turned it on.

The indicator light came on, its glow faint but enough to slowly dissipate the eerie atmosphere.

Then, everyone witnessed a terrifying scene.

The red-haired psychic was so frightened that he kept backing away, his foot tripping on the threshold and nearly falling.

There were more than a dozen "dishes" on the table.

The plate contained various cuts of meat, some neatly cut, others torn haphazardly.

Each "dish" is accompanied by delicate side dishes and sauces, as if it had been carefully prepared.

A head is placed on the main seat, facing the direction of the matriarch's seat.

That was the head of the Eighth Young Master. His face was contorted, his eyes were wide open, and his mouth was slightly agape, as if he had seen something unbelievable before he died.

His hair was still standing on end, and his eyebrows were still furrowed, but he was already a lifeless object.

Without a doubt, the other dishes were made from his body; he was dismembered and arranged as food.

Zhang Yangqing never expected that this seemingly most dangerous and arrogant Eighth Young Master would actually be the first to die as the master? And to die so tragically! (End of Chapter)