The male supporting character was actually myself.

"They're really full of energy, but it's a pity that this internet cleanup operation was only so-so. If only we could have transported those criminals here in large numbers and harvested them all at once..." The vice president was putting the organs into the bank when, before he could finish his words of lament, he felt his whole body stiffen and he collapsed to the ground, unable to move.

Medical staff rushed over, but soon gave up on resuscitation efforts.

"The vice president's heart is a perfect match for patient number three! That's amazing!"

"Patient number three has been waiting for more than a year, and finally a suitable heart can be transplanted. His grandfather should be very happy."

"That's great. The vice president has signed the donation agreement, so let's proceed with the formalities. If all goes well, patient number three will be able to be discharged in good health very soon..."

The vice president lay there quietly, able to sense his surroundings and hearing but completely unable to move.

"No! I'm still alive! They can't take my heart!" he roared inwardly, but he couldn't stop his excited colleagues from rushing over, discussing which organs could be a match as they wheeled him into the operating room.

He can even identify tools such as scalpels and hemostats from the crisp clanging sounds of medical instruments.

No matter how desperately the vice-dean screamed inwardly, he couldn't stop those people from excitedly disemboweling him, not even wasting a drop of blood...

“Look, your prayers have been answered by the angels.” Before dying, the vice-dean seemed to see holy light descending from the sky.

A face with a gentle smile appeared in the holy light and softly congratulated the angel, saying, "You wish for more organs in the organ bank so that more people can receive healthy organs. I will grant your wish."

Aren't you touched?

Vice Dean: (??◣ω◢)??

I'm so incredibly moved...

"Duang!" Unfortunately, he had no chance to say anything more. As his cleanly ripped flesh was pushed into the freezer, that sinful soul vanished completely from the world.

Andrea was very satisfied. A smile appeared on her lips as she looked at the handsome little devil's face. She thought to herself that she must tell him tomorrow that she had discovered an even more interesting game and hoped that he would like it too.

The death of the vice president did not cause much of a stir. According to the normal procedure, he should not have been abandoned and dismembered so quickly. But who could blame him when he was the only grandson of a bigwig in the Federal Headquarters? Why not sacrifice the happiness of a group of people?

The routine work at the top-level federal hospital came to an end, but the group of six on the runway, after a long period of collecting clues, found themselves trapped in a mystery, unable to find a solution.

"I saw that young master. He's like a paper effigy, waiting to get married." Liu Yihong, dressed in a servant's short shirt, still couldn't hide his dazzling aura. While wiping the table, he said to Qin Xiaoyao, "He doesn't respond when you talk to him. He's probably just a tool."

Qin Xiaoyao was dressed in a light pink maid's outfit, with a green cloth belt tied around her waist. The axe was casually tucked into her waistband, but the steward did not stop her.

She lowered her voice as she pasted red "double happiness" characters on the pillar, saying, "I've looked around the ancestral hall, but I haven't found anything strange yet. It's a fairly large house, gloomy and full of ancestral tablets, but I haven't seen anything amiss."

Have you noticed that we haven't seen any ghosts since we entered the Qian residence?

The last ghost was seen outside the gate, and upon reflection, the ghosts we encountered were all quite different.

In the town, the ghost bride, wearing red shoes embroidered with lotus flowers, didn't even show her face;

The remaining few vengeful ghosts were all men, and judging from their clothing, they looked more like ordinary people. As soon as they appeared, they began to attack indiscriminately.

We encountered a ghost bride wearing embroidered peonies and red shoes outside the town, but she didn't attack us. Although she was a bit scary, she still led us to the mass grave.

The ghost we encountered after crossing the suspension bridge resembled a little girl, but it only attacked face-to-face without any other aggressive behavior.

Analyzing the ghosts' behavior: the ghost brides are more inclined to help us; those commoners, however, are driven by hatred and want to kill us.

“If there are no ghosts in the Qian mansion, could it be that there are some magical artifacts guarding it?” Liu Yihong’s eyes lit up. He looked up and carefully observed the hall, whispering, “Usually it should be something like a talisman or a Bagua mirror. If we can get our hands on it, it must be an important life-saving item.”

Fang Fei rushed over to provide a clue, "I was just chatting with the old women in the manor, and they said that the first seven brides did not die tragically after their wedding night!"

Following the traditional calendar, the newlyweds of the Qian family held a wedding ceremony in the evening.

After the bride and groom were led to the bridal chamber, the veil was lifted and they drank from the same cup. Afterwards, the groom would change clothes and go to greet the guests. In all seven instances, the eldest son returned to the bridal chamber slightly drunk, only to find his bride dead in bed!

"Could the nuptial wine be poisoned?" Qin Xiaoyao was terrified of the film crew putting drugs in her food and drinks, so her first thought was that there was something wrong with the wine.

Fang Fei shook her head and lowered her voice, saying, "That shouldn't be the case. The nuptial wine was poured from the same pot. Both the bride and groom drank it. If the wine was poisoned, why did the bride die but not the groom?"

“I learned that the eldest young master’s eccentric personality only started after several of his newlywed wives died.” Liu Yihong thought carefully and continued, “From any perspective, the Qian family had no motive to kill the bride.”

Why did they die as soon as they entered the house?

Did those old women say how the bride died?

“I did ask, but…” Fang Fei sighed helplessly, “There are all sorts of rumors, all kinds of stories about how he died. Some say his face was black as if he was poisoned; some say his throat was cut and blood flowed all over the bed; and some say he was suffocated to death.”

But they all had one thing in common—everyone believed that the Qian family mansion had bad feng shui and was haunted by evil spirits!

That's why the steward said they weren't enough staff; after all, with all the rumors going around, many servants had run away, unwilling to work in the haunted mansion.

The little white cat perched on its host's shoulder, stroking its fluffy ears with its paws, looking completely bewildered. "Host, can you guess what will happen next? I'm getting more and more confused as I read on."

The ancestral hall was spotless and empty.

The Qian family mansion is not haunted;

The zombies came in and then completely vanished; I couldn't find them anywhere. What was the show's producers thinking? Will they be able to pull this off smoothly?

"I heard the staff mainly talk about where Qin Xiaoyao was framed, but I don't know the specific details of the story." Jiang Chen looked into the distance and said softly, "However, since it's not a ghost story, it must be a man-made disaster."

According to the program's arrangement, Sun Dieqi was supposed to guide Qin Xiaoyao to skip over all the wrong things she did.

Furthermore, I didn't hear her receiving any instructions from the production team. My wild guess is that after making a wish to the angel, Adele orchestrated the entire show to the point that the production team couldn't control her.

Little White immediately perked up, "Meow? She's that powerful?"

Jiang Chen nodded, "Yes, that's why I have to work hard to become stronger."

The demon becomes stronger by stripping away souls, either through direct killing or by tempting souls to fall. He felt he needed to take an unconventional path to achieve his goal.

There were about twenty extras in the entire show, including Qian Duogui, the head of the Qian family, the eldest son Qian Jinsheng, the youngest son Qian Jincai, as well as the butler and guards, and the rest were servants.

Jiang Chen overheard a key part of framing Qin Xiaoyao at the game center: Sun Dieqi guided her to open a hidden compartment, but the little dumpling wandered around inside and didn't find anything hidden there.

Based on the timeline, it seems the time is not yet right to place the items.

Sun Dieqi was just following the script to help Qiao Yi's "coincidence" to close smoothly. There must be "accomplices" among the extras in the show.

He instructed Xiaobai to keep an eye on Qin Xiaoyao and continue helping her gather clues, while he himself soared high above the Qian residence.

Activating his demonic special magical perspective, all living people quickly turned into lines and smoke in his eyes.

Some people are a wisp of light gray smoke; some are a mix of red and gray; and some are a wisp of black.

Surprisingly, the man Jiang Chen had initially thought was a bad guy, the burly head of the family, Qian Duogui, was actually a blob of red—meaning he hadn't done anything wrong and was a genuinely good person.

The two young masters were predominantly dressed in red, while the amiable and dignified guard exuded a thick black aura from within.

"It's rare to see someone so heartless. Let's use you as an experiment." Jiang Chen folded his wings and landed on the courtyard wall. With a snap of his fingers, a gleaming gold ingot appeared in a secluded corner of the wall.

He tried to activate the skill—Demon Whisper.

The script didn't explicitly state whether he, as a demon, could seduce anyone other than those who signed a soul contract. Jiang Chen figured it wouldn't hurt to give it a try; if it worked, there would be plenty of fun to be had later.

"Pah! What a filthy, creepy place." Wang Weizhuo, the actor playing the guard, stood in the corner, his eyes brazenly darting over the voluptuous Sun Dieqi, clearly dissatisfied.

They were classmates from the same school, yet she became a popular star by virtue of her pretty face and good figure and through unspoken rules. Meanwhile, her classmate, who had much better grades, lacked connections and resources and was relegated to a background role as a nameless extra.

The scene was dark and there weren't many shots. The production team was too lazy to even enable the perspective of the extras. So, after working hard for several days, they still had to frame the criminals. The reward they received was less than one percent of what Sun Dieqi got!

She only needs to sway her waist and show her fierceness to get so much, while she would risk her life to devise her own scheme.

"The world is unjust, you all deserve to die!" Wang Weizhuo's eyes swept over the two famous pretty boys, and he felt happy just thinking about the next part of the script.

One dead and one seriously injured—that's the fate of Wang He and Liu Yihong. Meanwhile, Qin Xiaoyao, the culprit who "killed" them, is sent to trial bearing all the blame. What an interesting ending!

Unfortunately, he could only play the role of a judge in the shadows, and after signing a confidentiality agreement, he could not reveal any details. Wang Weizhuo deeply regretted that his talents were not recognized.

Just as he was lost in his own thoughts, he suddenly heard a seductive voice.

Why isn't the production team doing anything about Chapter Twelve?

Do you want to be rich?

Do you want to shed your identity as an actor and become a wealthy and powerful person?

…………

The moment the alluring whisper reached his ear, Wang Weizhuo felt something stirring within him; the voice seemed to beckon him with a hook, making his heart itch.

Somehow, he found himself thinking, "Yes! I fucking want it! I want tons and tons of money, to be a big boss and enjoy a life of luxury!"

“Very good, you’re a lucky person.” Jiang Chen’s lips curled up slightly as he said softly, “You possess an unyielding wildness, which I admire. Move forward, come this way…”

He used the devil's temptation to quickly lure Wang Weizhuo, who was playing the role of a guard, into a corner.

When the other person saw the gold ingot half-hidden under the fallen leaves, their heart pounded wildly.

"Gold! It really is gold!" Wang Weizhuo pounced on it, grabbed it, and found it heavy and slightly cool to the touch. He quickly put it in his mouth and took a big bite.

Looking at the teeth marks on the gold ingot, he chuckled, wiped his drool with his sleeve, and hurriedly stuffed it into his pocket.

"May the angels bless you!" Completely captivated, Wang Weizhuo was convinced that he had been blessed by the angels and was finally going to get rid of the miserable life he had lived for more than 20 years. Starting from this show, starting today, he was going to embark on a smooth path to success led by the angels!

"I will get all the gold! I will trample all those who look down on me under my feet!" He became more and more excited as he thought about it, and hurriedly completed the transaction with the "angel".

As long as you follow the angel's instructions, by the end of the show, all the fake gold that the production team piled up in the Qian Mansion's vault for show will become real and will all belong to you.

Wang Weizhuo recalled the prop gold bricks he had seen with his own eyes, layer upon layer, dazzling the eyes.

With so much gold, I'd never have to live as a plaything again. My father only killed two women who wouldn't let me patronize them in a fit of rage—that's called ridding the people of a scourge!

As a result, the alliance headquarters issued some kind of genetic testing decree, which allowed them to convict themselves and never be able to recover.

If I had that much gold, I could resell it and use the money to pull strings, change my identity, and never have to live a miserable life as an extra again...

Jiang Chen noticed that the other person was shrouded in a demonic aura, so much so that even his two white eyes revealed a desire for money, and his inner greed and ambition were on full display.

"Hmm, the demon setting is quite interesting. That's it." He glanced at the mana bar, which hadn't changed.

Leading others astray will not increase one's strength;

It's also possible that it's not harvest time yet.

However, getting rid of the undercover agent in the production team makes it much easier to advance the plot in the shortest amount of time.

"The auspicious time has arrived, welcome the bride!" The steward struck a gong and pointed at Wang He and Liu Yihong, who were about the same height, and said loudly, "You two help carry the sedan chair and bring the bride into the mansion."

A group of six: ...

The process of issuing tasks has begun, but after collecting a ton of clues, there's still no sign of the bride. What's the point of going to pick her up?

Sun Dieqi followed slowly behind the group, feeling conflicted.

According to the program's arrangement, the next crucial moment was when she was responsible for tricking Qin Xiaoyao—unable to find the bride but still having to complete the task, one of the three actresses had to step forward to take the bride's place in the bridal sedan chair and be carried back for the wedding ceremony in order to avoid punishment.

Professional actors already have high approval ratings, but with the plot dragging things out as originally planned, Qin Xiaoyao's approval rating has plummeted to rock bottom. The entire audience is outraged, and there are even online trolls stirring up trouble by sending virtual gifts, hoping to make Qin Xiaoyao the bride destined to die.