Watching Martha learn how to play along, Yu Xing felt relieved. "Fourth, what caused the Brown family to become like this? Where is the trigger, where is the starting point?"

This is something that needs to be investigated in every deduction game, it is almost the core content.

All evil and disorder must have a cause, whether it's resentment, misunderstanding, or even love, they can all become the starting point of a series of tragedies.

And for the Brown family to fall apart and become abnormal, there must be someone who made the first move.

Martha's eyes sparkled, she belonged to the type who would confidently come forward if she had a strong lead.

But Yu Xing didn't say directly, he looked at York, who was sitting opposite him with his chin resting on his arm on the back of the chair, and asked, "Do you have any ideas?"

York, who was called out, nodded. "I usually don't bother thinking, but based on the current situation, I guess Mr. Brown had an affair, which led Mrs. Brown to hate him out of love, driving him crazy and then getting possessed by a ghost, causing one incident after another in the family."

His guess was too casual, only focusing on one point, so the accuracy could be imagined.

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But York's expression was serious, his face clearly showing "I'm not deliberately brushing you off, I really can't be bothered to think."

Yu Xing could only elongate his voice and say, "Oh~" as he felt a sense of strangeness in his heart.

According to reason, deductionists wouldn't develop a habit of not thinking. What if they encountered a group of teammates who were not very smart even if they thought? Then everyone would be in trouble.

No one can be lucky forever.

He buried his doubts and voiced his own speculation, "Actually, I suspect that the Brown family is related to hereditary mental illness."

York: "?" This was really unexpected.

Martha: "Why? Did you find a diagnosis of hereditary mental illness?"

"Not yet, but I believe there must be a diagnosis of hereditary mental illness in this villa, perhaps hidden in Mr. and Mrs. Brown's room, or maybe in the study on the second floor. I just skipped the evidence and got ahead of the train of thought." Yu Xing's light words entered Martha's ears, and she felt that Yu Xing was showing off.

Isn't he saying, "There is evidence for this guess, but I don't need it, I must be right!"

However, although Yu Xing seemed very smart, this was their first time working together, so Martha was half skeptical.

Yu Xing didn't know what she was thinking and continued, "What first made me have this idea was Mr. Brown's way of addressing his wife. He always said that Mrs. Brown was mentally ill. Generally, if Mrs. Brown had abusive behavior towards him, he should blurt out words like crazy or pervert, not mentally ill."

"Mr. Brown fears outsiders and is also afraid that his wife will misunderstand his relationship with outsiders. Why would he have such thoughts... Right, I have a question." After saying a few words, he suddenly looked at York and Martha.

York: "Hmm?"

"What does the painting in your room look like? Is it the kind of neatly dressed sitting girl in the living room, or the disheveled..."

York calmly said, "The one without clothes."

Martha: "What the f*ck!? You threw that away!"

Lolita's surprise was too genuine, and York couldn't help but look at her with a complicated gaze.

Realizing that she had exposed the identity of a veteran, Martha was at a loss for words for a moment. "No, um, I just thought... it's quite pleasing... no, no, ah! Forget it!"

She grabbed the pillow on the bed and covered her face, feeling embarrassed.

"Don't shut yourself down, what does the painting in your room look like?" Yu Xing pulled the pillow off her head, insisting on seeing her face.

But Martha's face didn't turn red at all. She rubbed her chubby cheeks and instantly returned to normal, apparently not opposed to the identity of a veteran. "Mine is a girl with a thin veil, seen from behind. Anyway, she doesn't attract me much. I've pasted several suppression talismans on her and then ignored her."

"Okay, that's right." Yu Xing put the pillow back on her head, his mouth curved into a relaxed smile. "There are two types of paintings in the villa, one is unique to the guest rooms, and the other is more common in the villa."

"I don't know if you've noticed, but most of the sitting girls have blonde hair, just like Mrs. Brown and Susan."

"Yeah, I noticed. Alex's hair color is more like Mr. Brown's, it's a chestnut color." York lazily added.

"That's right, this is what I think. If Mrs. Brown has a mental illness and has secretly abused Mr. Brown, and this mental illness has a certain chance of being hereditary, then she passed it on to Susan. So Mrs. Brown treats Susan the best in the whole family, not because Susan is the youngest, but because Susan is the most like her."

Both in hair color and mental state, Susan resembled her the most.

Yu Xing's overall speculation was as follows:

Mrs. Brown, who had a mental illness, loved Susan very much because she resembled her. She loved Angel and Alex very little.

Mr. Brown was originally a painter, but under the threat of his wife, he gradually only painted his wife and youngest daughter. This kind of life made him very miserable.

One day, Mrs. Brown fell ill, and Mr. Brown couldn't bear it anymore and accidentally killed her. As a result, Mrs. Brown turned into a specter—a normal mentally ill person who couldn't control the supernatural painting. Only when she died could she be free.

After that, seeing the "ghost" of Mrs. Brown still living in the house and his own paintings "coming to life," Mr. Brown became a lunatic who was locked up during the day and wandered around at night out of fear.

This point was also proven when Yu Xing confronted Mr. Brown on the second-floor corridor. When the lights went out, Mr. Brown said fearfully, "She heard it."

In Mr. Brown's mind, his wife was not only mentally ill but also not human.

Susan should know all of this, she was not enthusiastic about her mother, nor did she reject her, so Mr. Brown gave her the nickname "little specter."

Later, Mrs. Brown announced to the outside world that the family was warm and attracted waves of people to come and stay, only to be killed by them. However, although those people died, they didn't realize it and continued to live in town with their dead bodies.

Lucia also came to investigate the Brown family, and she probably died at that time.

Yu Xing temporarily didn't know Alex and Angel's attitude towards this, lacking information."Judging from the fear of the doll in the painting, Angel probably didn't survive either. It's highly likely that she was killed and became a specter, using the doll to fight against Mrs. Brown who can control the person in the painting."

Upon hearing his analysis, Martha thought it through and found the logic quite rigorous, and she couldn't help but believe most of it.

York gave Yu Xing a thumbs up: "Impressive, worthy of being Detective Roy. There's one last question, I guess—it's about Angel, right?"

"Wow, you guessed it right. York, the great exorcist, is so smart without even thinking!" Yu Xing exclaimed in astonishment, giving York a live demonstration of what exaggeration was.

Martha laughed out loud.

"The fifth question, whether Angel is dead or alive, she should be in the villa. But when I entered her room, I found that no one had lived there for at least a month. Where did she go? And, as Mrs. Brown's daughter, is there a possibility that she also inherited the mental illness?" Yu Xing said leisurely, his expression clearly showing that he had a clue.

Suddenly, there was a knock on York's door.

The three of them instantly fell silent, exchanging glances, their eyes filled with one question—who could it be?

Shouldn't everyone and every ghost in the villa be asleep?

"Damn, is it some ghost thing trying to mess with me?" York got up from his chair and opened the door without a word.

The living room light was off, and outside the door was the blonde Susan. Her watery amber eyes were filled with an unreadable emotion, definitely not a good one, which was somewhat frightening.

Her eyeballs moved slightly, bouncing like a glass bead, almost unreal.

"Brother York, Brother Roy, and Martha..." Susan's face lit up with a cute smile, her crisp voice rising without any disguise, "What are you guys playing? Can I join?"

York looked down.

In Susan's left hand was her music box, and in her right hand... she held a chilling kitchen knife.