Great! I'm surrounded by villains!-Chapter 375 - 294: Deduction Method

Regardless, Duan Mingyuan believed that if details of the secret chamber were to be leaked, it might further tarnish the already sullied reputation of the late Saintfield the Sixth.

It seems that every person in power has a little boy hiding in their closet; over time, this had become a stereotype among the people.

If there was any good news to be found amidst this disarray...

Duan Mingyuan felt it would be that the scene within the secret chamber didn’t evoke dirty thoughts; the room was more akin to a biological laboratory, resembling the kind used in movies for inhumane experiments, eventually breeding mad scientists or zombies.

Everyone fell silent as if by agreement, struggling to express their feelings at that moment.

When you suspect a little boy hidden in Saintfield the Sixth’s secret chamber and then actually find one there, what more is there to say?

"The painting, I’ve found it."

Jiuyue quickly adapted to the cultivation, heading straight for the oil painting that lay on the ground, covered in dust, in the corner of the secret chamber.

As a major villain from Blue Star, how could she be frightened by a mere boy in a culture dish?

The portrait depicted Saintfield the Sixth with a dignified expression, but beyond the dust, many things were amiss.

The canvass of the painting was wrinkled as if someone, in a fit of rage, had wanted to tear it apart, then suddenly realizing the impropriety, had hastily stopped, leaving it in that state.

It was evident that Saintfield the Sixth feared the painting; not only was it located in the furthest corner of the secret chamber, but it was also turned away from the entrance, ensuring that even if Saintfield the Sixth had to enter the room, he wouldn’t immediately see his face in the portrait.

"Here you are."

Jiuyue handed the somewhat heavy painting to Duan Mingyuan, then went on to praise herself, "Well done, Jiuyue, reward yourself with a big drumstick!"

Considering her figure, Jiuyue had imposed a limit of three chicken legs each night, but having accomplished a great deed that day, an extra drumstick seemed reasonable.

Duan Mingyuan examined the oil painting closely; Saintfield the Sixth looked lifelike on it, but that was all.

There was no strange energy, no curse had been cast upon it, and the figure in the painting would not come to life as in horror movies, viciously grabbing his throat with both hands.

Therefore, in Duan Mingyuan’s view, there was nothing to fear about this painting.

"Perhaps it will react when placed in the correct location."

The head of security appraised the painting intently, oblivious to his own smile. In such an atmosphere, his grin could only be described as eerie.

If it were a ghost movie, the kind Jiuyue loved to watch, Duan Mingyuan would silently mark this character, as he might have been possessed by a ghost already.

However, his suggestion was clear enough.

After Saintfield the Sixth had taken down the painting, he threw it into the corner of the secret chamber, seemingly more terrified of its presence on the walls of the studio.

"Let’s go."

Duan Mingyuan said to the others.

For the sake of the investigation, he took the painting with him, as for the little boy in the chamber, they would act as if they never saw him.

As the saying goes, what’s done is done; even if they could ascertain the identity and cause of death of the little boy, they couldn’t put Saintfield the Sixth, long dead and buried, on trial.

Another quarter of an hour passed, and they found themselves back at the door of the studio.

The Saintfield ship was even more silent now, with nothing but dim lighting along their path, and no servant to be seen anywhere.

The security personnel had abandoned their duties upon hearing of the Family Head’s demise, figuring they would be thrown out soon anyway. Before the new Family Head took charge, they might as well enjoy the luxurious entertainment offerings of the ship.

The sad truth seemed to be that only Duan Mingyuan and his companions showed any concern over the death of Saintfield the Sixth.

Everyone else, including his relatives, seemed to have spent a pleasant evening, just like the ship’s security staff.

The security chief seemed to be getting impatient.

He was the first to enter the studio, walking straight to the spot where the portrait had originally been, as if he was worried they wouldn’t be able to find where to place the oil painting.

Then, the oil painting of Saint Fielde VI was put back in its original position.

"Finally!"

The security chief let out a long sigh.

Duan Mingyuan had also been ready for quite some time, so even if the other party suddenly confessed that he was actually the illegitimate child of Saint Fielde VI or something of the sort, he wouldn’t be too surprised.

But the security chief said nothing.

He just stood there, admiring the oil painting on the wall, treating the artwork with solemnity.

He locked gazes with the Saint Fielde VI in the painting for a long time before he finally took a step forward.

The wall and frame did not stop him, as he walked straight into the frame, disappearing into the unknown.

"So this is what Saint Fielde VI looked like when he was young."

Jiuyue folded her arms, critiquing the oil painting, "He does have the look of a proper man."

"That’s not a complimentary term."

"It’s okay, I didn’t intend to compliment him anyway."

Just now, Jiuyue had finished her fourth chicken leg.

Her energy intake for the day had exceeded the limit, so next, she should take on the job of a good assistant and work off some physical energy, "This painting looks like it was done when he was in his thirties."

When Saint Fielde VI was in his thirties, she hadn’t even been born; they were not characters from the same era.

Duan Mingyuan did not reply immediately, as he observed Jiuyue closely for a while.

He didn’t know who was the problem between himself and Jiuyue; just now, the security chief had walked straight into the painting frame and vanished without a trace right before their eyes, but Jiuyue did not mention it at all, instead choosing to comment on the painting’s subject.

Following that, Duan Mingyuan noticed a detail.

Ever since they boarded the Saintfield, Jiuyue never once had a direct conversation with the security chief. freёnovelkiss-com

She had always been focused on eating her chicken legs, but even after finishing them, there had been no interaction between them.

"Jiuyue."

"Hmm?"

"Did you notice anything strange?"

"Yes."

Jiuyue nodded, "It’s like you’ve been talking to someone who doesn’t exist."

At first, she thought Mr. Mingyuan must have been cursed, but soon, she understood the mystery of it.

Mr. Mingyuan had been able to learn many things about the Saintfield by conversing with a person who didn’t exist.

With this in mind, a confident smile appeared on Jiuyue’s face.

She had seen similar techniques on TV dramas and answered with determined certainty, "This is called the deductive method, right?"

According to the TV, it was an advanced skill that only the most top-tier detectives could master.

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