The meaning is clear: they are questioning An Ning's identity.
An Ning understood immediately and raised an eyebrow. "So, everything in this villa belongs to the serial killer? Does finding a doll mean everyone who likes dolls is a serial killer? Isn't that a bit too arbitrary a standard?"
She crossed her arms, her gaze lingering on each person for a moment before shifting away, her face showing no sign of panic or eagerness to prove her innocence.
Calm and composed.
Qi Huan was holding the note when she inadvertently met An Ning's gaze, and she froze on the spot.
That gaze was so cold, as if it were looking at a corpse.
He threw the note away with a snap.
Seeing this, An Ning was quite surprised. "What? You think this information is useless?"
As she spoke, she squatted down to pick up the paper that had fallen to the ground, and blew away any dust that might have been on it.
"This paper is double-layered..."
An Ning suddenly spoke.
The entire hall fell into a deathly silence. Everyone's gaze shifted to An Ning, or rather, to the paper in An Ning's hand.
"What do you mean?" one of the female guests asked.
This is a talented actress invited by Ang Lee. Her name is Ji Yan, and she is a highly accomplished actress with millions of fans and has starred in more than ten dramas.
An Ning didn't look to see who was speaking, but simply twirled the paper between her fingertips. "This paper isn't the right thickness. Didn't you notice?"
She looked up at Qi Huan as she spoke, her eyes showing obvious surprise.
Qi Huan's face instantly turned bright red. "I... I don't feel any difference when I touch it..."
"There's no ink on the back either." An Ning said casually, without pursuing whether Qi Huan hadn't noticed or simply didn't want to talk about it.
She should have been able to guess, but you can only know a person's face, not their heart. If it weren't for his slightly crazy look that startled him, the note probably wouldn't have reached her hands.
"The two pieces of paper are stuck together. Shouldn't we use water to separate them?"
“Yes, I’ll take you to the restroom where I just washed my hands,” An Ning said readily, without the slightest hesitation.
The guests naturally had no objections... This was their initial thought, but they all regretted it after arriving at the restroom.
Is this really a toilet?
Did they really not just stumble upon a dismemberment scene?
It really was a toilet, but it also really looked like a dismemberment scene.
The toilet was dimly lit. When the group of people approached the toilet, the first thing they saw was not the washbasin they were looking for, but large drops of dark brown liquid on the floor, which looked like traces left by a murderer when he brought his murder tools here to clean them up.
But An Ning completely ignored this and walked inside with the note between her fingers.
The other guests hesitated for a moment at the door before deciding to go in with An Ning, but once they went inside, they found that the washbasin was even more terrifying.
The washbasin, the makeup mirror, and the white tiles were covered with dark liquid, which looked extremely frightening under the dim yellow light. Even An Ning herself was slightly shocked.
Is it the production team?
Is this some kind of perverted thing?
Or did someone leave the lobby and come to this restroom? Or perhaps Jiang Ning did these things inside the restroom after leaving it a moment later?
In an instant, countless guesses flooded her mind. An Ning's gaze swept subtly over everyone, but she did not find anything unusual.
They all seem to be quite good at disguising themselves.
An Ning twitched the corners of her mouth, finding it somewhat amusing.
Who on earth is capable of making such a commotion in such a short time?
Out of the corner of her eye, she suddenly noticed something that looked like a switch hidden behind the door. An Ning's expression softened slightly as she walked towards it. Upon getting closer, she realized it really was a switch. Without hesitation, An Ning pressed the power button directly.
The moment An Ning pressed the switch, a blinding white light suddenly shone on. Almost simultaneously, everyone, whose eyes had just adjusted to the dim light, closed them. The first person to open their eyes and see the scene before them immediately let out a piercing scream:
"Aaaaaaah... What is this?!"
The others who opened their eyes a minute later than her didn't look much better when they saw the scene. Some gasped in surprise, while others turned pale. They were all quite frightened.
But there was one exception.
That is the tranquility of standing in front of the makeup mirror and looking at yourself in the mirror.
Her face showed no change whatsoever; her composure was abnormally calm.
Yes, her excessive composure makes her seem out of place.
An Ning seemed completely oblivious to the strange looks she was receiving, calmly continuing to look in the mirror. Just as Ji Yan was about to speak up, An Ning spoke up instead, "Look closely, there seem to be bloody handprints on this mirror..."
Her voice was low and hoarse, seemingly intentional on An Ning's part. However, no one paid attention to this detail at the moment, as everyone's attention was drawn to An Ning's words, and they stared intently at the makeup mirror in front of them.
An Ning offered suggestions from the side, "I reasonably suspect that these are the handprints of a serial killer. Everyone, raise your hands and compare them to your own palms?"
It sounds pretty plausible, but I don't know how Anning plans to get everyone to demonstrate.
Someone spoke up, "This bloody handprint is too blurry; we need to redraw it, right? Do you have the tools?"
"Isn't that simple? Just dab some blood on the outside and paint it on." An Ning said subconsciously.
When An Ning realized that everyone was staring at her in silence after she finished speaking, she gave an awkward laugh and tried to come up with a clumsy excuse for her words, "Haha, I was just kidding, just kidding."
Qi Huan blinked. "Haha, that's really not funny."
Seeing that she had made the atmosphere too awkward, An Ning volunteered, "Then I'll go look for it."
Nobody has any objections; nobody wants to go out right now.
It was just a variety show recording, but now it's given them the illusion that they're actually staying at home with a serial killer.
No, the most important thing is that this feeling is very real.
Anning only left for a short while before returning. What she brought back was very practical: a black watercolor pen, the kind that leaves marks even when you scratch on a mirror.
She quickly traced the shape of the bloody handprint on the mirror, then snapped the pen cap back on. "Come on, who wants to try first?"
They adopted an attitude of "everyone can come as they please, no fighting or grabbing."
But in reality, no one wanted to try it.
There was no other way; since I couldn't wait for everyone to calm down, I had to go myself. "Then I'll just have to go myself first."
As she spoke, she raised her hand, palm close to the mirror. When she saw that her hand perfectly matched the outline of the hand depicted in the mirror, she was somewhat surprised. "Holy crap, the chosen killer?"
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