Before the old man could answer, the photographer took over the conversation.
He made a speech full of desire to survive, "First of all, let me tell the audience that the story content is created based on the background of Fuyun Village. This is all fictional and has nothing to do with reality."
If we don't make it clear first, if someone takes it seriously and calls the police directly, we will be in trouble if the police come and shut down Fuyun Village as a criminal den.
After the cameraman finished speaking, the old man hesitantly said "yes" twice.
Because the camera was facing Yan Muhuai and Rong Jin, the audience in the live broadcast room did not see that when the old man heard Yan Muhuai's question, he was so shocked that the wrinkles on his face almost flattened out.
Judging from the old man's reaction, Yan Muhuai and the others did not believe that the story he told had nothing to do with the real Fuyun Village.
"Okay, I have asked all my questions. Now let's start to reconstruct the whole story." However, there was no joy on Yan Muhuai's face as if he had guessed the answer. Instead, his expression was serious, which made the old man sitting opposite him a little scared.
Yan Muhuai looked at the old man. "If I'm not mistaken, this so-called ancestor worship ceremony requires the sacrifice of a living person, right? The female college student's hometown probably hasn't held this ceremony for a long time. Something suddenly happened, and her family suddenly remembered it, so her family tricked her back home, because she was the one who was to be sacrificed..."
The older man's expression became more and more terrified as he listened. Since it was not a question-and-answer session, he opened his mouth several times, wanting to say something, but then he remembered what the production team had told him: after the game started, he could only say yes or no, nothing else.
Besides, even if he wanted to speak, he would use his native dialect, and Yan Muhuai and the others might not be able to understand.
However, he couldn't speak, but the cameraman who was asking questions could.
"How can you be sure that this kind of ceremony hasn't been held in the female college student's hometown for a long time?" The cameraman had the question and the answer in his hand. He asked the question not because Yan Muhuai guessed wrong, but because the other party seemed to have read the answer in advance and said it word for word, which made him suspicious.
After all, the question the old man asked did not mention this kind of information. He didn't know how Yan Muhuai guessed this by only asking two insignificant questions.
Could it be that just like Yan Xunyi in the first issue, Yan Muhuai also stole the questions?
Yan Muhuai raised his eyes and glanced at the camera, his gaze as sharp as a knife, shocking all the audience in front of the screen.
"This kind of ritual, which requires human sacrifice, generally requires girls between the ages of sixteen and eighteen. Given Fuyun Village's current conditions, children who can attend school are definitely older than the normal enrollment age. Therefore, the female university student must be over eighteen. I suspect the village hasn't held this kind of ritual for a long time, so the villagers haven't been able to find a suitable sacrifice and have had to use someone who doesn't meet the age requirement."
Yan Muhuai's explanation was so detailed that it completely exceeded the answer given by the photographer. For a moment, he was not sure whether what Yan Muhuai said was correct, so he had to let him continue.
But the cameraman didn't see that Yan Muhuai's words made the old man named Prince Fu tremble a little.
"I don't know how far I need to go to reconstruct the story to match your answer, so I'll just tell you what I guess." Yan Muhuai said this with an almost inaudible sigh. "The female college student certainly wouldn't agree to be a sacrifice herself, but she didn't expect her parents were native to the village. They knew she would be the next sacrifice when she was born. After she turned sixteen to eighteen, they might have secretly been glad that the ceremony no longer had to be performed."
"The fact that they sent their female college student to school and even allowed her to attend university is a good proof of this. However, when the village was in danger, they still chose to sacrifice their own daughter. If I'm not mistaken, her parents must have drugged her food, and while she was completely unconscious, they sent her to that so-called haunted house as a sacrifice, right?"
"Since the local villagers treated this insane act as a rite of ancestor worship, it must not have been their first time. They knew full well that the female college student would never leave after being sent in. This is why, as mentioned in the title, the female college student never left. She died in that house, so naturally, she couldn't leave. Am I correct?"
When talking about the last few people, Yan Muhuai was not talking to the camera, but to the old man across the table, Prince Fu.
The cameraman saw Prince Fu's face covered in sweat and didn't dare to cut away, so he quickly responded to Yan Muhuai's words, "Congratulations to Yan Muhuai for successfully reconstructing the story. I reward you with ten points and clues for tomorrow's mission."
"Now you can go and see how other people answer the questions. If they can't answer them, you can pick up the missing ones and get more points and clues." After the cameraman finished speaking, a staff member handed over ten point cards and a very abstract photo.
After they left the courtyard, Rong Jin used his phone camera to scan the photo in Yan Muhuai's hand. "What's this photo of? Is it a building?"
"Was this taken by a Parkinson's patient?" Yan Muhuai complained. He turned the photo over and saw words on the back edge. "It looks like half of two words. It seems we need to piece it together with the photos from other groups to find out."
In the live broadcast room, while the two of them were studying the photos face to face, the director team's base was dead silent.
After Ming Fei rescued the family of three, the man pulled her and shouted "Fu Yu". Hou Yu repeatedly emphasized that he had recognized the wrong person, but the other party insisted that Ming Fei was the "Fu Yu" who came back from the dead.
Hou Yu let Mingfei make the decision herself, so she invited the family of three to the base camp, thinking that they would discuss the matter in detail after Yan Muhuai and the others finished their live broadcast.
As a result, they sat together to watch the live broadcast. After listening to Yan Muhuai's story, the man said, "This, this is about Fu Yu."
Just this one sentence silenced Hou Yu.
He paused for a moment, then said earnestly to the man, "Sir, if you're bored, just do what your son did and eat more. Don't say such scary things. This story was made up by the copywriter of our program team. She just borrowed the background of your Fuyun Village and has nothing to do with Assistant Ming. No, you've misled me. Assistant Ming's name is Ming Fei, not Fu Yu as you said. You really have the wrong person."
The man was somewhat bewildered by Hou Yu's yelling, but he insisted on his own opinion. "She is Fu Yu, I won't make a mistake. The guy on TV was also telling Fu Yu's story, and it happened two years ago. I can't be mistaken."
Hou Yu felt that he couldn't argue with him, and his blood pressure started to rise. He turned to look at Ming Fei, wanting her to fight back against this man in person.
But he found that her face was pale and her expression was extremely ugly, like someone who had just woken up from a nightmare.
"Assistant Ming?" Hou Yu called out cautiously.
Ming Fei came back to her senses and asked the man, "Is it possible for the sacrifice sent to the haunted house to escape?"
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