"The body is likely down there," Xia Meng said, standing beside him and looking down in the same posture.

...

"Doctor," the fatty asked, already back in the room, "could Shi Liaozhi be a ghost in disguise?"

"I don't know."

The fatty looked at Jiang Cheng suspiciously, who was sitting at the table, looking out the window, seemingly in thought.

Feeling the fatty's gaze, Jiang Cheng turned his head and, uncharacteristically, explained, "Don't look at me. I'm not a children's version of '100,000 Whys.' I can't know everything."

Even so, he paused for a moment before saying some of his thoughts, "Phenomenally speaking, I don't see any problems with him for the time being, but I can't figure out how he escaped from the ghosts."

"Could it be a prop, Doctor?" the fatty said excitedly, as if he had suddenly thought of something, "He has a life-saving white paper on him!"

Jiang Cheng nodded. "That's possible."

"Doctor," the fatty licked his lips and comforted him, "Actually, I also think there shouldn't be any problems with Shi Liaozhi. Think about it, if he really was a ghost in disguise, why would he take us to find his own body? Isn't he helping us advance the plot?"

"Also," the fatty continued, "his shadow on the lake didn't show any problems either."

In the fatty's understanding, the ghosts in the mission were indescribable. They were like a collection of all negative factors: brutal, murderous, cunning, bizarre, and extremely deceptive. The only thing that could limit them was the rules.

Jiang Cheng shook his head. "None of what you said is solid evidence. It doesn't prove Shi Liaozhi's identity."

Blinking, the fatty, who was about to say something more, was interrupted. After a moment, he realized what Jiang Cheng meant, looked into Jiang Cheng's eyes, and asked in confusion, "Doctor, I don't understand what you mean."

"Did you see the body?" Jiang Cheng asked, looking up.

The fatty was stunned.

"Also, who told you that ghosts can be reflected in the lake?" Jiang Cheng continued to ask, "Have you verified it yourself?"

Shi Liaozhi mentioned the location of the body, and You Qi mentioned the lake reflecting ghosts.

Neither of them had seen it with their own eyes. They had both heard it from others.

"Doctor," the fatty widened his eyes, "Do you think this You Qi... could be a problem?"

"I don't know if he has a problem, but I know that if we believe everything they say, we probably won't be able to get out of this instance." Jiang Cheng patted his sleeve and said very naturally.

A moment later, an awkward expression appeared on the fatty's face.

The doctor was right; he had been negligent.

"Okay." Jiang Cheng didn't want to embarrass the fatty too much, so he changed the subject and asked, "After we went into Young Master Huang's place, did anything happen outside?"

Hearing this, the fatty immediately nodded. "Doctor, I was just about to tell you," his expression became very serious. Xia Meng had been with him all the time, and now that Xia Meng was gone, he could speak freely.

"That little beggar came to me." The fatty lowered his voice, "I was hiding behind a rockery to keep watch, and he suddenly appeared and scared me."

"He's back?" Jiang Cheng frowned slightly.

"Yes." The fatty nodded repeatedly. "He was still holding a bowl, reaching out and asking me for steamed buns, as if it were my fault."

Jiang Cheng stroked his chin and said, "He brought us information last night, so it's normal for him to come and ask for some reward today."

"Did he say anything?" Jiang Cheng asked.

Hearing this, the fatty seemed to think of something, and his eyes suddenly dimmed a lot, and his mood dropped. "That little beggar is very pitiful, he can't speak," he paused, "He's a mute."

"When I saw that he couldn't speak, I thought about drawing a picture on the ground to ask him," the fatty prompted, "The one he sent last night. As a result, before I could finish drawing the boat, he snatched the pen and finished the whole picture. Later, I pointed to the crossed-out 'Huang' character on the painting and asked..."

"Wait." Jiang Cheng interrupted, "Are you saying that he redrew the picture, and then the crossed-out 'Huang' character appeared again?"

"That's right, Doctor." The fatty nodded repeatedly. "I also found it very strange, how could he make the same mistake twice? So I pointed to the crossed-out 'Huang' character and asked him, but he just shook his head, as if I was the one who was wrong."

When the fatty mentioned the painting, Jiang Cheng took out the painting that had been delivered last night from his pocket and spread it out on the table to look at it.

In the middle of the painting was a small boat with three small people on it. The two small people at the front and back seemed to be rowing the boat.

The small person in the middle was much more exquisite. According to their guess, it should represent Young Master Huang.

A broken arrow extended from under the small person's feet, with the character "Huang" written on it.

Now the focus of their attention was on the small person's head, where there was a smudge, and under the smudge was also a "Huang" character, but it seemed to have been written wrong and then crossed out.

Thinking about it, Jiang Cheng slowly narrowed his eyes.

The fatty stood on the side and didn't dare to disturb him, but he was very anxious in his heart. He knew that the doctor must have thought of something.

Finally, he couldn't help but urge him, "Doctor," he asked softly, "What did you think of?"

"Young Master Huang is a person," Jiang Cheng said.

The fatty nodded. The doctor had mentioned this before, so he wasn't too surprised.

"But the person isn't Young Master Huang," Jiang Cheng added.

The fatty was stunned for a while, and then it took him a long time to react. He looked at the doctor with different eyes, as if he were looking at a lunatic.

Jiang Cheng seemed to have figured it out. He pointed to the crossed-out "Huang" character on the painting with one hand, then moved it away and pointed to the retained "Huang" character, and said, "This Huang is not that Huang (此黄非彼黄)."

He looked at the fatty and emphasized, "This is not a typo; it's a hint deliberately left for us."

His eyes wandered between the two "Huang" characters. After a moment, the fatty slowly widened his eyes and looked at the doctor with an incredulous expression. "The Young Master Huang on the lake..., is actually... is actually Master Huang?!"

Jiang Cheng nodded.

In an instant, the fatty's face changed, and cold sweat began to ooze out of his forehead. This was too bizarre and too outrageous, but when everything was strung together, it all made sense.

No wonder Young Master Huang was crazy but no one cared. No wonder Butler Zhou and his party were so tolerant of Young Master Huang's bizarre behavior. No wonder everyone in the Huang mansion was cooperating with him in acting...

So Young Master Huang... was Master Huang.

"So... there is no Young Master Huang at all, right?" The fatty's face changed color. "There has only ever been one Master Huang, and he's the one who's sick!"

"Could it be that the dead woman was just a poor woman who was forcibly married into the mansion by him, but because she refused, she was killed by Master Huang in a fit of rage? Afterwards, her resentment was hard to dispel, so she turned into a ghost and came back for revenge?"

The fatty suddenly felt that he had seen through the essence of this instance and had even imagined a long, seemingly reasonable plot.