Until then, Fan Li, who had gotten in the car first, noticed that Jiang Cheng and Fatty hadn't followed. He turned around and looked at them with a puzzled expression.

But Fatty didn't have the heart to care about him at the moment, because he noticed that Director Zheng, in front of him, was looking at Jiang Cheng, his face becoming increasingly ugly, and his eyes filled with resentment.

After a few more seconds, without seeing any action from the driver, the car door slammed shut with a "bang."

The speed of it startled Fatty.

Then the bus drove away quickly, leaving two deep tire tracks on the ground.

"No! No!" Fatty was frightened by Director Zheng's eyes, his whole body trembling uncontrollably. After comparing the incident with Nuan Jie to the current situation, he belatedly shouted, "This is a trap! Director Zheng isn't human either, he's a ghost!"

Jiang Cheng ignored Fatty, only watching the bus disappear, and finally said softly, "Goodbye."

Back at the villa, Jiang Cheng went directly to the iron door leading to the third floor. Fatty wanted to ask Jiang Cheng some questions several times, but didn't get a chance to speak.

Jiang Cheng reached out, and the iron door actually opened.

It wasn't pushed open by Jiang Cheng, but a hand from inside unlocked the door and then pulled it open.

"It's you!"

As the door opened, Fatty exclaimed in surprise.

Chen Xiaomeng, who appeared behind the door, still had that harmless look. She opened the door, and Jiang Cheng went in first. Fatty hesitated for a moment, then followed.

Just as Nuan Jie had said, the third floor was indeed a darkroom. There were no windows, and the only lighting was provided by two white candles as thick as a baby's arm.

But with the help of the faint candlelight, it could be seen that the room was very large, even larger than the master bedroom, and a pure black iron door was embedded in the wall a few meters away.

At the same time as seeing this iron door, Fatty's heart was completely relieved.

The black iron door gave him an indescribable eerie feeling, and this feeling could not be faked.

"I'm curious how you realized that was a trap?" Chen Xiaomeng sat in a chair, supporting her chin with one hand, and vaguely pointed in the direction behind the villa with the other.

She didn't seem nervous at all, and her eyes even contained a hint of excitement.

Of course, not towards Fatty, but towards Jiang Cheng.

Jiang Cheng sat in the chair opposite her and looked at her, saying, "Although you arranged it very realistically, leaving ropes on the stairs, and cutting the hemp ropes in the storage room and hiding them behind the firewood, creating the illusion that you left through the back door of the storage room."

"But what I found strange was that since you had already left, why would the ghost disguised as Nuan Jie still appear in your bedroom? That doesn't make sense."

"Also, the master bedroom where you slept was carefully cleaned up. I also can't think of a reason why a ghost would need to do that."

Chen Xiaomeng smiled, "But after saying so much, you were still tricked out of the villa by us, only you didn't get on that car at the last moment."

Jiang Cheng shook his head, "What you said isn't right."

"Oh?" Chen Xiaomeng smiled even more happily, her eyes narrowed into crescent shapes, "What's not right?"

She only thought of Jiang Cheng as a stubborn dead duck. It had been a long time since she had met such an interesting person in the Dream Realm.

"There are three things that are not right. First, I was not tricked out of the villa by you, I came willingly."

Jiang Cheng then explained, "The tire tracks are preserved on the mud behind the villa, but there are no footprints left by you walking, so you didn't leave the villa at all. This is a trick."

"Second, only you are deceiving us, because Nuan Jie is already dead."

As he spoke, he took out something the size of a coin from his pocket and threw it in front of Chen Xiaomeng, whose smile had faded for the most part.

It was a button.

Square, tortoiseshell material, relatively rare.

"I found it in the master bedroom, and when I found it, it still had broken threads on it," Jiang Cheng said, "If I remember correctly, it's from Nuan Jie's coat."

"I think when I arrived at your room door, that ghost had just killed Nuan Jie. The button flew out during Nuan Jie's struggle, and you cleaned up the room after waiting for the ghost to leave, the purpose of which was to prevent us from discovering that Nuan Jie was killed by the ghost, creating the illusion that you had already escaped the mission."

After Jiang Cheng finished speaking, he closed his mouth.

The smile on Chen Xiaomeng's face had completely disappeared. After a long while, she asked in a deep voice, "Then what's the third point?"

"The third point is also the most important point," Jiang Cheng sat upright, his eyes level, and Chen Xiaomeng, and even Fatty standing next to her, couldn't help but feel nervous.

"I want to know... who gave you, this plain-looking, short, self-righteous, stupid, and flat-chested woman, the courage to plot against me?" He looked at Chen Xiaomeng intently.

Fatty was stunned for a moment. He only knew that Jiang Cheng was a person who didn't play by the rules, but he didn't expect his tongue to be so sharp.

Time seemed to stand still at this moment. Chen Xiaomeng opened her mouth wide, unable to say a word.

"Okay," Jiang Cheng retracted his neck, leaned comfortably on the back of the chair, and said with his chin raised, "Now, I ask, you answer."

"Answer your sister!"

Chen Xiaomeng grabbed a porcelain bottle from her hand and threw it over, but Jiang Cheng dodged it by moving his neck. Her face flushed red, and it looked like she was going to fight Jiang Cheng.

After Jiang Cheng dodged, he said calmly, "I advise you to think carefully. This is a secret room, and there are only two of us, a single man and a single woman. If you don't do what I say, some very unfriendly things may happen."

Chen Xiaomeng sneered, "Are you threatening me?"

Fatty licked his lips and interrupted, "Um, brother, there's more than just you as a single man here, there's also me."

Jiang Cheng glanced at Fatty, continued to say to Chen Xiaomeng, "Yes, there's also a Fatty here, you should think carefully."

Chen Xiaomeng's face turned white little by little, then she quickly turned her head to look at the position of the iron door. At this moment, Jiang Cheng's voice came over again, "Don't think about running, that door is 5 meters away from you, and I'm only 3 meters away from you. I think it's easy for me to catch you."

Chen Xiaomeng laughed angrily, "The door will open in less than 10 minutes, I don't believe you'll do anything!"

Jiang Cheng touched his chin, looking like he suddenly understood, "So there's still 10 minutes," he said as he stood up, revealing a meaningful smile, "It doesn't take that long at all, 30 seconds is enough."

Fatty suddenly widened his eyes.

Chen Xiaomeng clenched her fists, not knowing whether she was angry or scared, her body trembling. After a long while, she gritted her teeth and said, "What questions do you have, ask them."

Jiang Cheng smacked his lips and sat back, his expression still a little regretful.

"How did you open this door?"

Chen Xiaomeng glared at him fiercely and replied unhappily, "After you left yesterday, the ghost that killed Nuan Jie dragged Nuan Jie's body here, and I followed it in."