Susan's attention was already drawn by Yu Xing, and she stopped flipping through her book. Although her brother Alex looked at her with disdain, she was used to ignoring her annoying brother.

She saw Yu Xing glance at the painting and asked, "Do you like this painting?"

Yu Xing looked away from the girl holding the cat in the painting and said, "I don't like it. It's staring at my fur."

Susan explained, "My mom is used to this style of painting. Our house is full of them."

Yu Xing asked, "Why does Mrs. Brown like this style?"

Susan replied, "Um...you can ask my mom about that. I don't know either."

Yu Xing looked at her evasive eyes and knew that a lot of information about this deduction could be obtained through conversation.

Susan said that the painting was hung by her mother but didn't dare to say the reason.

This means that there is really something wrong with the painting itself, and it's not someone in the villa intentionally trying to scare him by making the painting change.

It seems that in this deduction, he needs to pay more attention to what the Brown family says and interpret it in a timely manner.

"Oh, by the way, what's your name?" Susan teased, flicking her hair by her temple and sitting up straight.

Yu Xing and his companions introduced themselves to Mrs. Brown outside, but neither Alex nor Susan heard it. Yu Xing introduced himself again in front of the two children, "My name is Roy, and my companions are York and Martha. They are good siblings, just like you."

Alex raised his eyes at the mention of it. He had curly hair and a good figure, belonging to the type of boy that girls really liked.

He quickly focused on his book again and seemed to mutter, "Who is a good sibling with Susan, always carrying her broken music box and making a fuss."

Susan heard it and pouted, holding the little princess music box in her arms and not making a sound anymore.

The room assignments were quickly decided.

There were people living on both floors of the villa. The first floor had Alex and Susan's rooms, as well as two guest rooms, a kitchen, and a bathroom.

The second floor had Mr. and Mrs. Brown's room and Angel's room, with a small study next to it. There were also two guest rooms.

Mrs. Brown originally arranged for Yu Xing and York to stay on the second floor, while Martha, being younger, stayed on the first floor like Susan, so she would have a playmate.

But Martha trembled when she heard that. If it was late at night and she was the only person on the entire first floor, what if someone from the next room came knocking...

She might faint on the spot.

Seeing her resistance, York volunteered to stay on the first floor with Martha, so only Yu Xing was left on the second floor.

Yu Xing thought it was fine, as it would be convenient for him to do things.

Mrs. Brown said she was going to prepare dinner and gave the room keys to the three of them.

She and York and Martha chatted with the two children in the living room for a while, and then went back to their rooms to tidy up.

Yu Xing went up the wooden stairs and Mrs. Brown said his room was the second one on the right after going up the stairs.

He easily found the door to his room. Instead of going in directly, he looked to the right first.

It seemed that the room on the right was also empty, and a little further to the right was Angel's bedroom.

Angel's bedroom was quiet, and he didn't know if there was anyone inside or why Angel hadn't appeared.

On the other hand, in Mr. and Mrs. Brown's bedroom on the left, there were occasional coughs from a man inside, indicating that Mr. Brown, who was sick, was in there.

Yu Xing felt a strange feeling being sandwiched between the Brown couple and their eldest daughter in the guest room.

Wouldn't a daughter's room be separated from her parents?

Just then, footsteps approached, and Yu Xing saw Susan coming up.

Susan looked at him and said, "Have you found it? I was worried that you wouldn't recognize the room, so I came up to show you."

Yu Xing pointed to the door in front of him and asked, "Is it here?"

Susan nodded, "Yes!"

She thought for a moment and added, "My mom said she will come up to call you for dinner and said that if you're done tidying up, you can also go to the living room to play."

Yu Xing smiled, "Okay, thanks for relaying the message."

Susan blushed and covered her face, feeling shy.

Yu Xing turned his head slightly and scanned Susan from top to bottom with his gaze.

Wasn't she carrying her music box?

Two seconds later, Susan put her hand down and said, "Then I'll go downstairs!"

Yu Xing replied, "Goodbye."

Susan completed her task and walked elegantly towards the stairs. Before she reached the end, she suddenly stopped as if someone had grabbed her neck, and stiffly turned her head back.

"Roy."

Hearing Susan's call, Yu Xing looked at her.

The little girl had inherited Mrs. Brown's blond hair and looked somewhat similar to the girl in the painting at first glance.

Her expression blurred for a moment, and Yu Xing couldn't see clearly, but he could feel that she must have shown a deliberately curved smile. "Be careful, my sister doesn't like noise. Don't disturb her when she's resting."

Yu Xing remained calm, "Okay, I know..."

His vision flickered for a moment.

When he looked again, there was no trace of Susan in the corridor.

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Not even the sound of her footsteps going downstairs.

Yu Xing stood at the door of his room, contemplating life. He felt that Susan probably didn't even come up to the second floor.

Not to mention that he had just heard from Alex that Susan always carried her music box with her, almost never leaving it behind. And now, Susan's speedy contradiction of the second floor...

Just now, Martha and York were teasing Susan for being silly, and Susan heard it. The two little girls started a debate on who was sillier and more uncool.

From the level of their bickering, it seemed that they hadn't finished yet. He came up because he wanted to see what was happening upstairs.

How could Susan be arguing with Martha while going to the kitchen to listen to Mrs. Brown and then come up to relay the message?

Yu Xing chuckled lightly, opened the door, and prepared to enter the guest room with his bag and cane.

He didn't mind encountering ghosts. It would be beneficial to receive messages from them."Susan" made her presence known with footsteps when she arrived, so she could have done the same when she left. Instead, she chose to disappear into thin air to remind the Deductionist that she was a ghost. From a game perspective, she merely wanted to instill fear and provoke wild thoughts in the Deductionist, who would then overthink the information in her words.

Yu Xing decided to skip the fear part, straighten out the wild thoughts, and directly enter information extraction mode.

Regardless of whether the person just now was a human or a ghost, the most obvious information in her words was about the eldest daughter, Angel.

Angel should be in the room two doors down. "Susan's" tone carried a certain threat, as if disturbing Angel would lead to something bad.

Speaking of which, this family was indeed very strange, Yu Xing thought, his mind becoming more active.

Mr. Brown was seriously ill and had to live in a warm environment.

Mrs. Brown was hospitable and liked to paint bizarre oil paintings.

Angel needed quiet and didn't like to be disturbed.

Susan always carried a music box, which was quite noisy.

Only Alex seemed normal for now, showing no strange habits, but his relationship with Susan didn't seem very good.

Yu Xing: If all five of them are ghosts, and I have to confront them later, wouldn't it be fun to carry Susan to Angel, play the music, and then bring Alex over to beat up Susan?

However, this devilish thought had barely formed in his mind when he had to make way for the scene in front of him.

The moment he opened the door, Yu Xing paused, raising an eyebrow at the room's decor.

The guest room was also styled in a medieval British fashion, quite spacious, with a serious color scheme, nothing that Yu Xing couldn't accept.

The decorations were exquisite and beautiful, although not outstanding, they were decent.

The only problem was... directly opposite the door in the room, there was an oil painting.

The painting was even larger than the ones in the living room, half his height. A woman draped in nothing but a white silk cloth was lazily sitting in an armchair, her curly hair piled up behind her head, her eyes unblinkingly staring at Yu Xing.

That vague gaze made Yu Xing feel a sense of discomfort from being watched.

Yu Xing calmly closed the door, put down the things in his hand, and walked up to the painting.

The woman in the painting was finely detailed, so close up you could even see the tiny fuzz on her face, and her body details were all clearly visible, the brushwork was comparable to world-famous paintings.

【You are investigating the oil painting, stamina -10】

"..." Does this also consume stamina?

Since the data had already been deducted, Yu Xing decided to thoroughly investigate, he reached out a finger and rubbed it on the woman's eye, indeed it felt like a painting.

He himself could also paint oil paintings, and his skill level was not low, he could tell at a glance that if this painting was real, it would definitely be worth a fortune.

A wealthy ordinary family casually hanging such a high-level painting in the guest room, it was scientifically impossible.

He stared at the woman in the painting for almost a minute, but there was no change in the woman.

Yu Xing had to give up, even if there was a problem with the painting, it wasn't like the little black cat that would bristle at a few glances.

He then lowered his gaze, appreciating the woman's figure, and finally concluded, "Well, no wonder it's hung in the bedroom, she does have a good figure, Mrs. Brown has taste."

The woman remained motionless.

Alright, it seemed words were useless.

Yu Xing lost interest, turned around and continued to look around the bedroom, preparing to find something useful on the spot.

He was such an incompetent detective, he didn't even have everyday tools like a piece of wire in his bag!

While searching, he heard a rustling sound.

The sound was extremely faint, like the sound of fabric rubbing against each other, if Yu Xing hadn't been constantly alert, he might have missed it.

There was something else in the room besides him!

Yu Xing instinctively looked towards the painting, but it was no different from before.

That meant there was something else hiding, not letting him discover it.

Yu Xing immediately opened the cupboards in the room, searched carefully, found nothing, then walked to the side of the bed, preparing to look under the bed.

A pair of large black eyes met Yu Xing's.

Underneath the large eyes, the exaggerated curve of the bright red mouth gave off a very horrifying feeling.

It was a doll.

It was lying on the ground, maintaining a crawling posture, if it hadn't been discovered by Yu Xing, it might have crawled out from under the bed on its own.

Its hand was still raised, as if it originally wanted to grab someone.

With such a small thing under the bed, Yu Xing felt a bit cold.

He picked up the doll expressionlessly and placed it opposite the oil painting, letting the doll face the woman.

"Go play by yourself." he said.