"Huh? Let me see, really? I thought she was just pretending to let others come and save her."

"......"

Why does his sister have this attitude towards every woman who gets close to him?

"What did you discover?"

"Hold on, I’ll send it to you right now."

Accompanied by Yuko Shionji’s voice, shortly after, Duanmu Huai’s phone rang. He opened his phone to see that Yuko Shionji’s account had sent him a photo. It showed the scene from that time, when the actress was pulled into the door, Duanmu Huai reached out to grab her foot, pulling her out......

"She actually wore purple underwear, it seems her innocence is just an act."

"Is that the issue here?"

Upon hearing Shajuye’s relentless critique again, Duanmu Huai rolled his eyes. Of course, the main purpose of this photo wasn’t the wardrobe malfunction, but what lay ahead — the actress falling forward with her right hand stretched straight out, and through the lighting from behind, one could see a claw gripping her arm.

However, because the room was very dark, even in this captured image, only half of the hand was visible. 𝚏𝗿𝗲𝐞𝚠𝕖𝐛𝗻𝗼𝐯𝕖𝚕.𝚌𝗼𝗺

It was exactly that statue placed at the entrance that Duanmu Huai had seen before, and the posture was exactly the same as before.

"So, was it really the statue that pulled her in?"

Yuko Shionji and Shajuye also witnessed the scene through the camera, now wearing expressions of disbelief.

"I’m not sure, it’s hard to say...... I didn’t look carefully back then. Hmm, but I didn’t sense anything unusual."

Duanmu Huai was equally baffled. If it was really the statue that attacked, he should have sensed the fluctuation in aura, but why didn’t he feel anything?

"Huh? Strange."

Just then, there was a commotion from the staff side, Duanmu Huai turned to look, seeing several crew members gathered together, speaking in hushed tones. At this point, the director also noticed the disturbance over there, and walked over with dissatisfaction.

"What happened? What’s going on?"

"Director, Sawamura is missing."

"Sawamura?"

"Yes, Director, you scolded Sawamura earlier, right? After that, we haven’t seen him. I just called him, but no one answered......"

"What happened?"

Upon hearing the staff’s report, the director furrowed his brows, but soon waved it off.

"Forget it, let’s not worry about him now, we’re on a tight schedule, let’s continue shooting!"

Soon, the director’s voice sounded again, and everyone got up to continue working.

Now the East Mansion and West Mansion have been filmed, the last part is naturally the most important, which is the Separate Pavilion!

Of course, the pavilion itself isn’t much of a deal, but the problem lies in its legend — according to records, the original owner of this Western-style House hanged himself in the pavilion. The second owner and his family did the same, the director left the pavilion to be shot last to enhance this atmosphere.

Especially under the current torrential rain, pitch dark, with thunder and lightning.

Well, better than five-cent special effects and it’s free.

If it wasn’t for the Main Pavilion having a corridor leading to the Separate Pavilion, everyone might have become drenched chickens.

"Professor, could you please introduce it?"

Walking along the corridor leading to the pavilion, the Crosstalk Actor didn’t forget his duties, and although the old professor was elderly, his spirit remained high, while walking forward, he spoke up.

"Speaking of this, it was once considered a sensational mystery."

"Oh? How so?"

"According to the records, at first, the death of this family didn’t attract much attention. But later, a strong stench began to emerge nearby, disturbing everyone. They wanted to find the source of the stench, and discovered it came from the Western-style House. Nobody responded despite multiple knocks, so they broke in. At that time...... it’s said there was no one in the house."

"No one?"

"Yes, neither the family nor the servants were present. The villagers were curious but still followed the stench, eventually finding the Separate Pavilion. The door was locked, and after great struggle, the villagers dismantled the door, they found— the corpses hanging inside the pavilion, even including the servants."

"Huh? Even the servants?"

Upon hearing this, the Crosstalk Actor showed a rather surprised expression, and the actress walking on the other side also displayed a timely look of astonishment.

"Indeed."

The old professor stroked his beard, continuing proudly.

"Since this case had a substantial impact, it received considerable attention, eventually, they concluded that bandits invaded the Western-style House by night, were discovered, and thus murdered the entire family and servants, dismantling the bodies in the pavilion...... as for the bandits, they naturally fled early."

"Ridiculous."

Upon hearing the old professor’s explanation, others remained silent, but Yuko Shionji was displeased.

"This is entirely fabricated, even if it was a robbery, why were there no traces inside the house? Besides, when the villagers arrived, wasn’t the whole house locked? These bandits were so leisurely after robbery, knew to lock doors and windows?"

Although Yuko Shionji claimed to be a NEET detective, she seemed to be quite perceptive. Duanmu Huai remained neutral on this, uninterested in reasoning, he only wanted to catch or kill.

During the conversation, the group hurried through the corridor, reaching the pavilion door. The actress instinctively wanted to push the door, but hesitated and glanced at the Crosstalk Actor. The latter’s expression slightly twitched, but quickly returned to his exaggerated demeanor.

"Alright alright, you’re injured, let me handle this."

He said, taking the key, stepping forward, and opening the door, then shining the flashlight inside.

"This is the pavilion— Whoa!!"

However, before finishing, the Crosstalk Actor seemed to spot something, screamed, falling back, while the actress skittered back like a frightened bird, hiding behind Duanmu Huai. The old professor was puzzled, unable to understand the situation.

"What, what happened?"

"Corpses— there are corpses!"

The Crosstalk Actor was pale, facing the fear of corpses was something he couldn’t act out.

Or rather, it was far scarier than acting!

"Corpses, indeed?"

Compared to the two guests and old professor, the crew were calmer, as they were accustomed to corpses in this program, they swiftly moved forward, raising cameras and flashlights inside. After all, finding corpses was classic for this show!

The entire pavilion looked like an empty large warehouse, with hardly anything inside, therefore soon everyone saw a figure dangling in the air. Under the flashlight’s glow, the figure revealed its true appearance.

It was a man in his thirties, now with a twisted face, fierce expression, hanging by a wire around his neck. What caught the most attention was the clothes he wore — the staff’s attire! Seeing the man’s face, the crew all widened their eyes in disbelief.

"Isn’t this Sawamura?!"