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

The red-haired psychic cried so genuinely. Perhaps the Fifth Young Master's attitude towards Zhang Yangqing was so-so, but he was quite nice to the red-haired psychic.

Zhang Yangqing remembered that when the red-haired psychic first tried to recruit him, he kept praising the Fifth Young Master, saying that he was kind, generous, and never harsh on his subordinates.

After the Fifth Young Master's death, the attitude of his subordinates proved what kind of person he was.

The red-haired psychic knelt there, completely losing his usual shrewdness and tact, like a child who had lost a loved one.

Zhang Yangqing's recollection of these events was not a reminiscence of the past, but rather an assessment of certain matters.

What kind of person is the Fifth Young Master?

He was a kind and generous person, and even when facing Zhang Yangqing, who was "worthless" at the time, he showed the proper attitude.

Such people care a lot about appearances, manners, and how others perceive them in interpersonal relationships.

The person who killed him seemed to know this, and gave him a dignified end, sitting on the sofa, neatly dressed, with a smile on his face, like a sleeping person.

His body showed no signs of distress whatsoever; even the soles of his shoes were clean.

Compared to the way the Eighth Young Master died, it was a world of difference.

The reason Zhang Yangqing needed to make this judgment was because he needed to consider the way the Third Miss died.

According to information provided by the red-haired psychic, the Third Miss has an almost obsessive love for her husband, the puppet who was turned into a doll.

Her world was very small, so small that it consisted only of that man.

The third young lady turned her husband into a puppet, talking to him, feeding him, and combing his hair every day.

Some people think she's crazy, but she doesn't care.

So what about the Third Miss's death? She died embracing her husband, with a smile still on her lips.

She had eight wounds, each one fatal, but her last action before dying was to hold the puppet even tighter.

She ended her life in a dignified and fulfilling way.

Based on these clues, it can be inferred that the murderer was not very cruel to them, and even fulfilled their last wish.

The murderer must have been very familiar with them, and might even have had a 'connection' with them.

And it's certain that the murderer disliked the Eighth Young Master.

To dismember him into eight pieces and serve him as a dish is the most thorough humiliation one can inflict on a person.

Zhang Yangqing has gathered too little intelligence and doesn't yet know who did it.

But he felt that the murderer was already among these young masters and ladies.

As a friend, Zhang Yangqing went over to comfort the red-haired psychic.

He squatted down, patted his shoulder, and said in a low but clear voice, "Don't be sad. Your young master wouldn't want to see you in such a sorry state after he dies, embarrassing him. Everyone else is watching."

Zhang Yangqing's tone was calm, but at times like these, calmness is all the more powerful.

This sentence seemed to remind the red-haired psychic of something.

He raised his head, wiped his eyes, took a deep breath, and suppressed his grief.

He began sorting through the Fifth Young Master's belongings, smoothing out his collar, straightening his tie, and fastening the buttons on his cuffs.

The red-haired psychic took out the fountain pen given to him by the matriarch and carefully placed it in the Fifth Young Master's breast pocket, cap facing outwards, revealing the silver body of the pen.

Then he straightened up and bowed deeply.

At this moment, the second young master walked over aggressively with his men, looking at Zhang Yangqing with a gloomy expression: "Tell me, what else do you know? Quickly!"

His voice was loud and echoed in the empty studio.

His hooded subordinate also angrily rebuked Zhang Yangqing: "Speak up, the young master is asking you a question!" The two men, master and servant, exuded a fierce aura, their oppressive presence almost crushing anyone.

Zhang Yangqing, his face also cold, looked up at the second young master and said, "I'll say it one last time, I'm a staff member of this building, not your subordinate. If you want to live tonight, you have to listen to me, understand?"

Upon hearing this, the hooded man drew his weapon, the blade flashing in the light: "You..."

The second young master waved his hand, stopping him.

The second young master took a deep breath to calm his murderous urge. He stared at Zhang Yangqing for a long while before speaking, his voice lower than before: "Fine, I know you're special and capable. Tell me, what's next?"

This statement left everyone nearby dumbfounded.

This was the first time they had ever seen the arrogant second young master treat an ordinary staff member like this.

It should be noted that in this "family", the second young master only respects the mistress, and is arrogant, disdainful and disdainful of everyone else.

He would rather die standing than live on his knees.

Now he's backed down, though very reluctantly, but his attitude says it all.

There was no other way; he had deduced that Zhang Yangqing was the one in the know. If Zhang Yangqing didn't speak up, the others might not know anything at all.

Zhang Yangqing knew that resolving tonight's matter would require their cooperation.

Seeing that the second young master had already given in, he decided to stop while he was ahead and didn't provoke him any further: "The main targets of this attack were the young masters and young ladies. Those young masters and young ladies who are still alive, go to the conference room first. The conference room is special; only spatial distortions will occur there, and no strange occurrences will happen."

He paused, then continued, "As for the other young masters and ladies, just have my men inform them. I will come to the conference room later to tell you about the investigation."

The second young master asked, "Don't you need my help?"

Zhang Yangqing said, "Your survival tonight is the greatest help you can give me."

That statement was so arrogant that even the second young master's men wanted to teach Zhang Yangqing a lesson.

The hooded man's fingers twitched on the hilt of the knife, but since the second young master hadn't spoken, he didn't dare to move.

The second young master said nothing, turned around and left with his men.

Zhang Yangqing glanced at the Fourth Young Master, who was still severely injured, leaning against the wall, pale-faced and breathing weakly.

He looked at the bodies of his third and fifth brothers, his eyes filled with mixed emotions, as if he were in great pain, having lost his loved ones.

Based on the information from the red-haired psychic, Zhang Yangqing knew that the Fourth Young Master was a very gentle person who acted with great discretion. He had the best reputation among the young masters and ladies and treated his subordinates well.

His attitude towards Miss Jiu shows that he cherishes his brothers and sisters.

He has now lost two loved ones, and the pain he feels is not something he can fake.

Zhang Yangqing left the room with a melancholy and eerie air, heading towards the toy room.

A melancholy, enigmatic figure followed behind him, her voice tinged with worry: "Big brother, will Miss Jiu be alright?"

Zhang Yangqing said, "No, if she were going to get into trouble, she would have done it already."

In those eerie places, the toy room remained quiet, and she was always playing in the surveillance footage without being disturbed.

The fact that the killer didn't touch her means that she was not within the target range, or that the killer hadn't had a chance to touch her yet.

Not long after, the two arrived at the toy room.

Miss Jiu was sitting on a floor mat, building a very tall tower of blocks. A teddy bear lay beside her, and a six-eyed weasel was dozing at her feet.

When she saw Zhang Yangqing come in, she put down the building blocks in her hand, looked up, and said with bright eyes, "Big brother, the monitor!"

Zhang Yangqing squatted down and said, "Let's go, your older brothers and sisters want you to go to the conference room." (End of Chapter)