Tai Xia Gui Huo has no special ability? Zhang Yuanqing's expression grew serious—given Tai Xia Gui Huo's intelligence, he surely must have understood his implication. That means he truly has no special ability! Isn't every character supposed to possess one? Are only certain characters endowed with special abilities? The first two characters with special abilities were Dong Fashi and Daniel, both of whom are suspects. The last suspect is the werewolf, and yet there are no clues in the room of Tai Xia Gui Huo pointing to David being the werewolf. Therefore, only among the three suspects do the characters possess special abilities—Tai Xia Gui Huo (David) is not the werewolf, hence lacks a character-specific ability. This line of reasoning is logically consistent, yet it directly contradicts the outcome of the fújí. Suppose only three suspects have character-specific abilities, thereby validating the uniqueness of these three individuals—the murderer must be one of them. Yet the fújí reveals the letter "d," and among the names containing "d," we have Daniel, David, and Dong Fashi. If David is the werewolf: the logic of the three suspects is correct, and the oracle's revelation is also accurate. "Perhaps the oracle's revelation points specifically to Daniel and Dong the法师, with no connection to the werewolf, Luen?" Zhang Yuanqing thought to himself. Although there were already many clues, they still failed to form a coherent, self-consistent logical loop—instead, the situation felt like a tangled mess. Zhai Cai clearly sensed the inconsistency, ran a hand through her hair, and leaned closer, speaking softly: "He seems like a blank card—someone not involved in the crime. Are you absolutely certain David is one of the suspects?" Zhang Yuanqing paused, "If only Guan Ya hadn't died..." This statement effectively answered Zhai Cai's question. Even the most intelligent or logically sharp person ultimately couldn't match the intuitive insight of a seasoned scout. Zhai Cai groaned again, running her fingers through her hair. "If David is neither a suspect nor the werewolf, then Luen must be the werewolf—making him one of the three suspects." "No, the werewolf is not the killer—the killer is either Dong the master of rituals or Daniel," Zhang Yuanqing said firmly. "I'm thinking... I'm thinking..." Zhang Yuanqing found himself at a crossroads. Single-charge knight's argument made sense—according to the spirit-writing results, the murderer must be either "Daniel" or "Dong Fashi," so pushing for a suspect at this point was the most logical move. After all, Lianen the Wolf Man's suspicion had already been ruled out, so whether or not to examine the clues from his room now made little difference. Moreover, Zhai Cai had already prepared for the worst: if the accusation failed, the team would lose three members, leaving four survivors. But if they waited until tomorrow, the worst-case scenario would shift to losing four members and leaving only three. Still, Zhang Yuanqing had a vague sense that something felt off. As someone who had become a spiritual realm traveler and successfully navigated numerous puzzle-based S-tier dungeons, experience and intuition often carried more weight than pure logic. It was like a basketball player relying on his "feel"—if the feeling is wrong, he knows instantly, even before the ball leaves his hand, that the shot will miss. That was exactly how Zhang Yuanqing felt right now. Are only the three suspects endowed with skills? Could Sun Miaomiao's death be due to her lineage from the Lans family? The motive behind Daniel, the Exorcist's, murder remains unclear. David lacks an obvious motive—then what role do the "poison," the "love letters," and the "vellum" found in his room play in the case? Many questions remain unresolved—everything feels tangled. This doesn't feel right... Zhang Yuanqing said. "I'd like to examine the clues in Luin's room. I'm betting that the person who dies tomorrow won't be Zhao Chenghuang. If it's him, then we'll immediately point him as the culprit." Zhai Cai sighed. "In fact, I'd rather conclude the case now, even if it fails. That way, I still have a chance to survive. If we wait until tomorrow, what if I die tonight? And then, if our case fails, I'll join the spiritual realm as well." He looked at Zhao Chenghuang and Tianxia Guihuo. "It's also a risk for you both." Zhao Chenghuang and Tianxia Guihuo remained expressionless. "Very well!" "Zhai Cai shrugged:" I respect your opinion—minority follows majority, after all." The unanimous decision must also name the murderer; it's not enough for just one person to speak. Xiao Heizi, finally showing his vulnerability! Zhang Yuanqing mentally muttered. He actually understood Zhai Cai's concerns—Daniel had a special ability. If the single-line knight were to die tonight, that ability would go to waste. Moreover, Zhai Cai had not yet activated his skill, and Zhang Yuanqing suspected that Daniel's skill required certain conditions to be met—unlike the always-available spirit writing, which could be used at any time. The four did not continue discussing the case. Instead, they either leaned against the walls or sat by the bed, quietly reviewing the clues and retracing the events, silently waiting for night to fall. Time slipped by in stillness, and then, the sharp, piercing meow of the cat rang out once more. Night had arrived! The night sky swiftly enveloped the castle, cutting off the light and swallowing the four within. Zhang Yuanqing waited in the darkness for several seconds, realizing he hadn't died yet—thus, tonight's death wouldn't be his. Then, gradually, the night receded like a tide. Zhang Yuanqing, Zhai Cai, and Zhao Chenghuang turned to each other, then all looked down at the ground. Tian Xia Gui lay straight and still on the floor, serene as though asleep. "Ah…" they all exhaled simultaneously—thankfully, it wasn't me! Zhang Yuanqing immediately urged, "Come, let's go find Luin's room." Their steps grew lighter and more brisk as they moved, leaving only the fire master's shame, alone and cold, lying on the cool floor. Luin was the gardener of the Lans family, of low status; the three found his room on the first floor. After Zhao Chenghuang paid the credits, the door opened smoothly. With a soft "creak," the room's layout came into view—its furnishings were simpler than those upstairs, just a bed and a table. At the same time, an indescribable stench filled their nostrils. Rotting mice, pork infested with maggots, or male seminal fluid fermented for several days in a hot, enclosed space—roughly that flavor. The three of them furrowed their brows in dismay. Zhai Cai turned to Zhao Chenghuang, sighing, "Are you storing corpses in the room, planning to eat them through the winter?" Zhao Chenghuang maintained a stern expression, ignoring his jibe, and stepped into the room on his own. As a saint and sovereign who had weathered countless battles of blood and corpses, he certainly wasn't intimidated by such a mere stench. Upon entering, they quickly located the source of the foul odor: a thick, dark, and hardened mass of decayed flesh situated at the head of the bed, resembling the vomit of a drunk man. "Vomit!" Zhai Cai exclaimed. "My junior secretary often gets tipsy and throws up like this—she's always the one who takes the drinks for me." "An overseer, you need someone else to hold the drinks? Shameful!" "Zhang Yuanqing gave him a complaint, then summoned the mountain god's staff, stirring it around the pile of vomit, "The volume is incredible—four or five adults all throwing up together could only produce this much..." The dark, hardened outer layer peeled back, revealing the inner contents: clumps of meat, fragments of intestines, and severely decayed organ pieces that were nearly indistinguishable. "It was Lunn who consumed the castle's lord," Zhao Chenghuang declared with finality. "Lunn is, in fact, a werewolf!" Zhai Cai waved a hand near her nose, pushed open the window to let fresh air flood into the room, and added, "There's wolf fur on the bed!" On the thin sheepskin mattress, several clusters of stiff, gray-to-black, long hairs were visible. Lunn's identity as a werewolf was now beyond doubt. As per routine, she searched thoroughly and found a silver cross tucked beneath the bed, inscribed with a single line of words: "Between us, only one can exist!" "A cross?" Zhang Yuanqing picked up the cross and examined it, feeling it slightly warm to the touch. Zhai Cai exclaimed, "Hmm. A silver cross from this era must belong to the Papal Court. How could a werewolf possess something like this? Let me see..." He took the cross from Zhang Yuanqing's hands. "This is a cross that has been blessed." "What's its use? Does it just protect against danger?" Zhang Yuanqing asked. "A silver cross is specifically effective against vampires. Vampires have strong vitality and are said to possess the ability to revive; they are difficult to kill. However, a blessed cross poses a fatal threat to them. I recall my teacher mentioning during our medieval history lectures that werewolves and vampires have always been rivals, as both are powerful beings active during the night." Zhai Cai explained. It therefore makes sense that a werewolf would carry a silver cross to counter vampires. The clues found in Lunen's room: vomit, the cross, and wolf fur. The three of them stared at the pile of vomit, lost in thought. "It doesn't seem to have any effect on the investigation—we've already deduced that Luen is a werewolf." Zhai Cai said, running a hand over her chin. "At least we've confirmed that the devourer is indeed the werewolf, but I still feel something's off." Zhao Chenghuang paused for a few seconds before adding, "Why would the internal organs be expelled here, to tell us that Luen is the werewolf who consumed Yá·Lán's organs?" "That's certainly possible—after all, the giant creature also enjoys human flesh, and the vomitus could serve as a marker to identify the true devourer." Zhai Cai replied. Zhang Yuancheng suddenly interjected, "But what does that matter? There are no signs of struggle or combat at the scene of the castle's owner's death—she was either already dead or unconscious when the incident occurred. If she were unconscious, her death would have resulted from being gnawed upon. In that case, Daniel and Dong the法师 would have had no need to deliver a final blow. Therefore, the castle's owner did not die from being gnawed. So, if that's the case, whether the one Zhai Cai thought it made sense: "So the vomit seems unnecessary, yet opening the room came at such a high cost—it shouldn't just yield some useless clues." "What good is the vomit, then?" asked Zhao Chenguang. "Maybe it's not so much that the vomit serves a purpose," Zhang Yuanqing frowned, "as that the werewolf needed to vomit—was the meat of Ya·Lans unpalatable? Did it make the werewolf feel ill?" Huh? Ill? All three paused simultaneously, their eyes meeting in perfect synchrony. "Take your time, take your time," Zhang Yuanqing exhaled deeply, "let me go over this again..." "Based on the scene investigation, Ya·Lans suffered fatal injuries to the heart and organs that were devoured. The suspects are Dong the法师, Daniel, and the werewolf. The weapons used were the ice pen, the great sword, and the sharp teeth." "But there were no signs of struggle, no traces of combat, and the bleeding from the chest wound was relatively light—these all suggest that Yá Lans likely died before her chest was pierced, before she was devoured. 'Yet we found only two fatal injuries on Yá Lans, and three distinct methods of murder. If these aren't the ones, then how did Yá Lans die? Could there be a fourth method we've overlooked—such as…'" Zhai Cai suddenly snapped her fingers. "Such as poisoning!" Zhao Chenguang's composed expression brightened with excitement, and he continued: "Yá Lans was poisoned, which is why the wolves ended up with upset stomachs. The vomit found here is the very evidence." The letter of commission written by the butler to Daniel mentioned that werewolves devour their victims completely—bone and flesh together—leaving no remains. Yet Lady Lans was poisoned, and during the attack, the wolf became ill, suffering greatly, so it had to leave abruptly and return to its room, where it violently vomited, thus preserving Lady Lans’s body intact. "When someone is poisoned, there are usually residues in the stomach and signs of toxicity in the liver. But in this case, the wolf consumed all of Lady Lans’s internal organs, which is why we didn’t notice a fourth method of murder." Zhang Yuanqing nodded. "Then, who is the real murderer?" The answer was clear! Zhai Cai exclaimed, "David! That’s why you said David must have been among the suspects." Zhao Chenguo frowned. "But why would David have poisoned Lady Lans?" "The love letter," Zhang Yuanqing said with confidence. "David had fallen in love with Sandy, but Lady Lans opposed their marriage. David also didn’t want to give up the comfortable life at the manor, so he poisoned her." Of course, there might be another reason—the parchment letter showed that David knew the Lans family's background well, not just a typical household teacher. If David were the murderer, all the clues would align perfectly, including the spirit communication results. "Let's conclude the case and assign David as the culprit," Zhang Yuanqing urged. The three exchanged glances and nodded in unison, naming the killer: "David!" The very next second, a chime sound reached their ears: 【Ping! Incorrect answer! Unfortunately, you have not identified the true murderer.】