With the departure of the other four people, the previously crowded doorway became clear instantly.
Xiao Cheng slightly distanced herself from Fang He, walked around him, and went into the room first without any hesitation.
Fang He didn't move, leaning against the door frame, arms crossed, watching her back.
"You just casually arranged this for me?" he asked, his tone seemingly helpless.
"This trial seems to be quite concerned about people's mental health." Xiao Cheng, as if she hadn't heard him at all, continued to examine the corpse while leaning on the edge of the bed. "Fang He, guess how he died?"
Fang He sighed, walked over, grabbed Xiao Cheng's collar with two fingers, and pulled her away from the bedside: "Why are you so close? Trying to warm him up?"
Xiao Cheng blinked innocently, revealing a harmless smile.
“The only person who might know the cause of his death is eating breakfast in the kitchen.” Fang He was startled by her smile and looked away somewhat uncomfortably before continuing, “Of course, a mute person can’t speak, we don’t understand sign language, and there’s no paper or pen here.”
"So what should we do?" Xiao Cheng said, eagerly trying to poke at the mosaic, but Fang He quickly stopped her.
"You can try to control your curiosity a little," Fang He emphasized. "No normal person would do that."
"Ah..." Xiao Cheng met his gaze with a serious expression, "Wouldn't a normal person do that?"
"No," Fang He told her confidently.
"Alright then." Xiao Cheng awkwardly withdrew her hand. "There's nothing much to see here."
Fang He: "...So you volunteered to stay just for this mosaic?"
Xiao Cheng: "..." Come to think of it, it does seem a little outrageous.
Leaving aside the topic of mosaics for the time being, the two checked the house again to make sure they hadn't missed any valuable clues.
"Let's go out, to the kitchen. Number One and the others haven't made a move," Fang He urged.
"Ah, okay." Xiao Cheng nodded and followed behind him. Just as she was about to step out of the room, she suddenly stopped as if she had remembered something.
"Wait." She called to Fang He, then turned and walked towards the bedside.
Just when Fang He thought she still wasn't going to let go of that mosaic, Xiao Cheng reached out and pulled off the neatly folded blanket, draping it over the corpse, leaving only a peaceful head exposed.
"As a thank you for yesterday."
Xiao Cheng stood by the bed, admiring her masterpiece with satisfaction, and then said to Fang He as if to take credit, "Look, it looks just like it's asleep."
Fang He stood in the shadows by the door, silently watching her.
Xiao Cheng smiled childlike eyes as she meticulously bent down and tucked the blanket around the corpse.
"good evening."
She whispered in the corpse's ear in a dreamlike voice.
The corpse responded to her with a pale smile, as if it might wake up at any moment.
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