With the cannon fodder script in hand, it is easy for the king to change his fate

“Miss, why don’t you make do with the empty room in the villa over there for the night? I’ll have someone come over tomorrow to investigate what’s going on,” Shao Yifan said.

Before A-Zhen could speak, Shen Muzhi said calmly, "You can also come to my house. My mom has reserved a room for you, and everything is ready. Of course, it all depends on what you think, Xiao-Zhen."

“I still tend to think that the sound tonight was made by something, not a demon or a ghost,” Shen Muzhi continued. “I just don’t know if it was something making the sound unintentionally, or if someone did it on purpose. So I suggest that we have someone keep watch here.”

"Xiao Zhen, if you think it's okay, then I'll call someone over." Shen Muzhi looked at A Zhen.

Shao Yifan's eyes darkened, but he didn't speak. If he tried to stop him now, wouldn't that make it obvious that he had a problem?
He wasn't feeling well; he had a feeling that Azhen would agree.

Sure enough, the next moment, Azhen nodded: "Then I'll have to trouble Brother Muzhi. I don't think it's a supernatural event. It's probably just someone playing tricks, or it's just some objects making sounds by chance. Let's get a professional to check the house tomorrow. We'll know if there's a problem once we check."

"If there are still problems after the investigation, then let's smash everything here and renovate it."

Since the comments are all pointing out that the butler is behind it, and the situation seems pretty much as they described, the butler's actions definitely go beyond just the sounds we heard today. There might even be cameras in the room watching my every move; otherwise, it wouldn't be such a coincidence. Smashing things actually makes me feel safer. What can I do to get the butler replaced? Hopefully, I can find evidence.

A smile flashed in Shen Muzhi's eyes. It shouldn't be a misperception, right? His mental state had been good the whole time, and his voice was so clear. He must have heard Qiao Zhen's thoughts.

"Brother Muzhi, Shao Yifan, you should go to the restroom and wash your hands first. You're covered in dust from handling those things," Azhen reminded him. "Once Brother Muzhi's people arrive, I'll go back with him. Shao Yifan, you should also go back and rest early. You're in your final year of high school, and your studies are quite demanding, so you need to make sure you get enough sleep."

Both agreed and went to the public restroom to clean the dust off their bodies.

The two did not talk much during the conversation, and went to the tap to turn on the water.

Shen Muzhi was in a good mood.

But Shao Yifan was not in a good mood. Although his expression did not change, his lowered eyes were frighteningly cold.

It seems that Qiao Zhen trusts Shen Muzhi quite a bit. The Shen family and the Qiao family are indeed old friends, which is an obstacle.

But it hasn't come to that yet. He still has a great chance to win Qiao Zhen's heart. When that time comes, even if the Shen family is a long-time friend of the Qiao family, it won't change anything. The key will still be Qiao Zhen.

Suddenly, Shao Yifan felt something was wrong with the texture of his hands; it was very sticky and even had a strong metallic smell.

He instinctively looked towards the sink, and what he saw was a sea of ​​red. After a brief moment of speechlessness, he screamed in terror, "Ah—!"

He suddenly stepped back and tripped, falling to the ground. Everywhere his hand touched was covered in bloody handprints. Terrified, his heart pounded. He scrambled to his feet and rushed outside, yelling, "A ghost!"

Shen Muzhi, who was cleaning up slowly nearby, was also surprised when he saw this scene. What was going on?

What are they up to?
Shao Yifan's terrified expression just now didn't seem fake.

ghost?
He looked at the sink that Shao Yifan had just used. The faucet hadn't been turned off yet, and clean, clear water was flowing out of it. There was nothing wrong with it at all.

Is Shao Yifan mentally ill?

Thinking that Qiao Zhen was still outside, Shen Muzhi was afraid that something might happen, so he turned off the tap and, without bothering to clean the dust off his clothes, strode quickly outside.

Just then, Shao Yifan ran up to Alang, still in shock. The moment he saw Alang, he suddenly calmed down a lot.

Looking at my hands again, they were still damp, with no trace of their previous bright red color.

He leaned against the wall, panting heavily. "Shao Yifan, what's wrong?" Azhen asked, looking puzzled.

What's wrong with Shao Yifan? I just heard him screaming in pain; I thought Shen Muzhi had beaten him up.

[How could that be? Why would Shen Muzhi hit him for no reason? Even if he wanted to punish him, he would need evidence. Given Shen Muzhi's personality, he wouldn't just hit someone randomly.]

I still believe you when you say Shen Muyang knows about the butler's scheme against the female lead and is going to take action against Shao Yifan.

【No, I don't understand this plot at all.】

Shao Yifan was covered in sweat, still somewhat dazed as he recalled the terrifying scene from before.

Shen Muzhi walked over at this moment. In fact, he didn't know what was wrong with Shao Yifan either, and still suspected that the other party had a mental illness.

"Are you alright? Should we go to the hospital to get checked out?" Shen Muzhi's tone remained calm, finally bringing Shao Yifan back to her senses.

He remembered that Shen Muzhi had also been in the restroom earlier, and asked with a pale face, "Mr. Shen, did you see anything in the sink in the restroom just now?"

When Shao Yifan saw that her hands were only wet, she knew that others probably didn't notice anything strange.

But that scene was so realistic, otherwise it wouldn't have scared him so much.

Did I really see it wrong?
"No, what did you see?" Shen Muzhi asked, frowning. "I only heard you shouting 'ghost,' did you see anything?"

Azhen spoke up at the right moment: "Is it because the pressure of studying in your senior year of high school is too great? Are you too tense and your vision is blurry?"

Shao Yifan rubbed his head, having to somewhat agree with this assessment; perhaps he really had just imagined it.

"Should we go to the restroom again and check?" Shen Muzhi suggested. "If there's nothing wrong, since it's the weekend, why don't you go see a psychiatrist tomorrow? Even if there's nothing serious, it's good to get some intervention to prevent things from getting worse."

Shao Yifan nodded, and then the three of them went to the restroom together, and sure enough, nothing happened.

Shao Yifan believed that he might have been under too much mental stress lately, and that was indeed the case. He had to study hard to keep up, and at the same time, he wanted to win Qiao Zhen's heart as much as possible.

Not long after, the people Shen Muzhi had summoned arrived.

After leaving them to keep watch outside A-Lan's room, A-Lan packed some basic belongings and left with Shen Muzhi.

Shao Yifan, in a daze, returned to the villa next door, his mind replaying the scene from before. Even though there were lights on as he walked past, he couldn't help but shudder and rushed to the villa next door at top speed.

He quickly realized something was wrong. The villa next door was right in front of him, but he had been walking for quite a while and still hadn't arrived.
They should have arrived by now.

Shao Yifan's face turned deathly pale instantly, and he rushed toward whatever he could see with a look of terror in his eyes, shouting for help.

"Brother Muzhi, did you hear anything?" Azhen asked hesitantly.

Shen Muzhi nodded with a serious expression: "It seems to be Shao Yifan." (End of Chapter)