Looking at Fang Qi's face, An Ning was stunned for a long time before she managed to squeeze out a sentence, "Um... what did you say?"
She heard me clearly, but she still asked me to repeat it again.
Fang Qi stared at the large clump of black hair in An Ning's hand, his gaze deep and unfathomable. Ignoring An Ning's words, he asked, "What do you want to do?"
Noticing Fang Qi's gaze, An Ning quickly hid her hand behind her back, loosened her tightly clenched fist, and shook her hand vigorously before taking it out again, afraid that there was still dust on her fingertips. "Look, there really is nothing there."
Her tone was very confident, and she didn't even glance at her own palm.
He was very confident in his actions just now.
But she was wrong.
After receiving no response for a while, An Ning shifted her gaze from Fang Qi back to her palm. After seeing the condition of her palm, An Ning gave a slightly embarrassed smile, "Sorry, I didn't shake it off completely."
She immediately changed the subject, "Are you Grandma Lin's husband?"
As she said this, she withdrew her hand, which was stained with blood and covered with strands of black hair, her eyes filled with confusion.
They put on a very convincing act.
Fang Qi didn't expose her, and nodded, "So all the effort you put into trying to kill me was wasted. If it were someone else, they would probably be half dead by now."
His tone was very casual, he spoke lightly, and it seemed that he didn't take what had just happened to heart at all.
"So what role can you play in here?" An Ning suddenly asked, her gaze fixed on Fang Qi.
Fang Qi blinked and said in a serious tone, "I'll give you an extra life. If you kill me, you'll be dead."
His answer was vague, and Anning couldn't understand what he meant. Just as she was about to ask again, the man suddenly pulled his half-body back in, and the ceiling that he had opened without permission was closed again.
A deep voice came from the floor beneath An Ning's feet; it was Fang Qi's voice: "You'll find out when the time comes."
Fang Qi seemed to have already guessed the question An Ning wanted to ask, but he didn't intend to tell her and instead evaded the question.
As she listened to the footsteps fading into the distance, An Ning's brows furrowed slightly.
What did Fang Qi mean by that?
The meaning of these words is very ambiguous. At first glance, she thought Fang Qi could die in her place, but after An Ning carefully recalled the contents of the newspaper and the conversation between Feng Xingtai and Jiang Yu, she felt that Fang Qi probably didn't mean that.
Perhaps, the person who actually died in the fire was not Grandma Lin, but rather she was still alive at the time.
If that's the case... this isn't a haunted house at all; it's clearly a mystery-solving hut.
An Ning shook her head, clearing her mind of distractions, and focused intently on the surveillance camera that was being monitored.
She was particularly focused on the three people who were originally on the first floor.
Only those three people obtained the most information, while the others on the second floor gained almost nothing.
As for Fang Qi, who repeatedly claimed to be Anning's spouse, it remains unknown whether he was unable to obtain information or simply did not want to participate in the activity.
If Anning were to guess... it would definitely be the latter.
She simply couldn't believe that someone like him could find no trace of anything on such a large second floor.
After all, Fang Qi found her even though she was hiding in the attic.
This person has excellent insight.
At least that's what Anning thinks.
Through the surveillance footage, she could see Jiang Yu and the others rushing to the second floor. Perhaps because of Zhang Xun's elimination, the three of them immediately noticed this.
There's little point in continuing to search rooms that have already been searched; losing people at this point is tantamount to pushing them directly to the second floor.
Even if some of them didn't want to come, the fact is that almost everyone came to the scene. If the three of them didn't think about themselves and didn't show up this time, they would likely become the suspects of the others later.
In other words, everyone, including Fang Qizai, had gathered together.
The meeting place they chose was room 208 on the second floor, next to the attic where Anning was currently located.
Even without listening to the sounds coming through the headset, An Ning could clearly hear the conversation of this large group of people.
"What happened? Why was Zhang Xun suddenly eliminated?"
The first to speak was Ji Yan, who was staring at Li Xinran. Ji Yan and Li Xinran had a casual relationship, just enough to exchange a greeting when they met. Although they weren't very close, Li Xinran was the most suitable person to ask questions compared to the others.
Li Xinran probably guessed this as well, and didn't hide anything. "When we got to the second floor, Zhang Ge was startled when a clump of hair suddenly appeared on his neck. After he took the hair out from the back of his neck, he was also startled to see a lot of blood on his hands."
As she spoke, she felt a little embarrassed. "Later on, blood suddenly started dripping from the ceiling. Brother Fang was covered in blood. After a while, a severed arm suddenly fell down from above, and Brother Zhang was startled again."
"Finally, I saw Brother Zhang enter room 207 alone. About a minute after he went in, we heard his screams, but by the time we arrived, he had already lost consciousness."
After speaking, Li Xinran made a somewhat uncertain conclusion, "I feel... Brother Zhang might have fainted from fright."
Anning, who was in the attic, heard her words and replied in her mind: Remove the possibility.
"Didn't anyone see what Zhang Xun saw that made him faint?" Feng Xingtai interjected.
Jiang Yu stood silently to the side, listening without saying a word.
Even if he didn't see it, he knew.
It couldn't be anyone else.
It could only be her.
But he is now allied with Anning, and he will not betray Anning.
However, even as he thought this, his gaze couldn't help but wander upwards.
Fearing being discovered by others, he could only restrain his subconscious actions.
But his actions had already been noticed by someone, Fang Qi, who hadn't uttered a word.
Fang Qi followed Jiang Yu's gaze and saw a finger suddenly appearing on the ceiling.
Only a small piece of skin remained attached to the bone; the rest of the skin had been burned to charcoal, emitting a foul odor.
Yes, it smells bad.
This finger was just burned!
Fang Qi and Jiang Yu opened their eyes wide at almost the same time. Together, they pulled over a discarded iron bed and stepped onto it.
After removing the finger, Jiang Yu examined it carefully. After observing it for a few seconds, he concluded, "This is fake. The outside is silicone, and the inside is lime powder, so it smells terrible when burned."
"What does it mean that this finger is here?" someone asked.
But no one could answer him.
It wasn't until the crackling sound of electricity started again that they realized what was happening.
The vengeful spirit has come to claim my life!
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