111: This is too weird.

"Don't go out alone at night?"

Li Zhou's eyebrows raised slightly as he read the notification sent by the police station.

A case that Chen Chuan takes so seriously must be significant.

Could it be that some extremely dangerous individual, like... a serial killer, has appeared in Nanshan District?

He wondered who would be more formidable, him or Goethe.

Shaking his head, Li Zhou didn't dwell on it.

He only searched because of his inner curiosity.

Catching bad guys was a job for professionals; he wouldn't get involved.

Putting his phone away, Li Zhou looked at the surveillance screen.

Outside the castle, the Energetic Young Man's assistant looked at his Streamer, his face bewildered.

Since the Energetic Young Man entered the castle, he had been closely monitoring the livestream room.

Initially, he was excited when he saw the number of viewers in the livestream room far exceeding the usual.

But as the Energetic Young Man died repeatedly, his expression began to change.

As the Energetic Young Man's assistant, he understood him better than anyone else.

From his expression, it was clear that the Energetic Young Man was truly scared.

And just now, after seeing the Energetic Young Man's bizarre appearance, he could no longer hold back and shakily dialed the hospital.

However, he was so nervous that he misdialed, reaching the police station instead.

Actually, he wasn't worried that Li Zhou would be perverted enough to kill someone; he was simply worried that the Energetic Young Man might be scared to death.

Just watching the livestream from outside the castle, he felt an unprecedented sense of horror and fear.

Let alone the Energetic Young Man inside the castle.

While worried and scared, the assistant was also glad that he hadn't followed him in earlier.

Just as he hung up the emergency call, the castle's main door suddenly opened automatically.

Then, the Energetic Young Man appeared out of thin air.

Initially, the assistant was startled by his sudden appearance and instinctively wanted to run away.

But he quickly reacted and rushed forward to check on him.

The Energetic Young Man's neck had returned to normal; he lay motionless on the ground, looking like a quiet, introverted child.

Gone was the arrogance he had displayed when he first arrived at the Haunted House.

Shakingly extending his hand, the assistant checked the Energetic Young Man's breath.

Upon realizing that he had only fainted, he immediately breathed a sigh of relief.

But soon, he fell into confusion.

This exposé livestream started with such a bang, but ended so hastily.

For a moment, he even forgot to wake up the Energetic Young Man on the ground.

It wasn't until Fang Xiaolu came running with the medical kit that he fully snapped out of it.

"Uh, is Brother Mao alright?"

The Energetic Young Man's real name was Mao San, which perfectly fit his persona.

Looking at Fang Xiaolu, who had already pulled out a defibrillator, the assistant asked cautiously.

"He's fine, a little shock will do the trick."

Fang Xiaolu grinned and smiled.

Then, holding the defibrillator, she closed one eye and kept gesturing at the Energetic Young Man's chest, as if looking for the right spot.

This unprofessional scene made the assistant's heart pound with fear.

Just as he was about to say something, Fang Xiaolu's small hand already pressed down.

Bang!

A powerful current flowed through the defibrillator into the Energetic Young Man's body.

He trembled violently, his eyes still tightly shut.

"Hmm?"

Looking at the Energetic Young Man, who still hadn't opened his eyes, Fang Xiaolu rolled up her sleeves and picked up the defibrillator again.

"I say, how about..."

Bang!

The assistant's words were interrupted again.

Looking at the Energetic Young Man, whose hair seemed to have stood on end, the assistant stood frozen, mouth agape.

Are you sure this is saving a life and not murder?

Why does something feel off?

Before he could think further, Fang Xiaolu struck for the third time, giving the Energetic Young Man another jolt.

"Cough cough!!"

The Energetic Young Man finally reacted.

He suddenly sat up, clutching his chest and coughing incessantly.

"Done!"

Fang Xiaolu put away the defibrillator and skipped away with the medical kit.

The assistant stood there, bewildered, looking first at the Energetic Young Man clutching his chest and coughing, then at Fang Xiaolu's retreating back, feeling like his brain couldn't keep up.

It felt so sloppy; why did this Haunted House seem so unprofessional?

"Ah Huang, why are you... here?"

"Am I... dead?"

On the ground, the Energetic Young Man, who had been coughing for a long time, finally came to his senses.

Like his assistant, his eyes were filled with confusion; he clearly didn't know what had happened.

"Brother Mao, are you alright?"

"You scared me to death just now!"

The assistant snapped back to reality and quickly went to help him up.

"I... wasn't I in the castle?"

"How did I get out?"

The Energetic Young Man felt uncomfortable all over, especially his chest, which felt as if it had been hit by a thousand-pound hammer, a mix of soreness and pain.

Rubbing his temples, he asked in a trembling voice.

"Brother Mao, did you forget?"

"You were indeed in the castle just now, but then..."

The assistant started to speak but couldn't articulate anything for a long time.

The previous scene was too supernatural; he didn't know how to explain it at the moment.

Suddenly, as if remembering something, he abruptly let go and retreated several steps.

"Brother Mao... are you... the real one?"

Swallowing hard, he asked this strange question, just like Chen Ze had earlier.

"What do you mean, am I the real one?"

"Did a donkey kick your brain?"

The Energetic Young Man glared at his assistant, retorting instinctively.

His head was still a bit fuzzy, and his memories were somewhat jumbled.

He only vaguely remembered that after being reborn after a middle-aged man with an elegant demeanor twisted his neck, he couldn't recall anything else.

On the other side, the assistant, who had retreated several steps, immediately breathed a sigh of relief upon hearing the familiar scolding.

This familiar tone, it was Brother Mao himself, no doubt!

Walking forward again, the assistant spent a long time organizing his words but still didn't know how to explain it to the Energetic Young Man.

Scratching his head, he suddenly remembered the livestream replay and immediately pulled out his phone, intending to show it to the Energetic Young Man.

But the next moment, they heard a voice from behind them.

"I say, gentlemen, since you're out, shouldn't you fulfill your previous promise?"

The assistant turned around, and Li Zhou's figure came into view.

The Energetic Young Man, having recovered, raised an eyebrow and instinctively asked, "Promise?"

"Fulfill what promise?"

"What else could it be?"

"Forgot about your bet with others?"

Li Zhou, who had rushed from the monitoring room, shrugged and pulled out his phone to dial a number.

As soon as it connected, Chen Ze's voice came from the other end of the line.

"Boss, your Haunted House is absolutely damn spooky!"

"I've already moved to another hotel, so don't scare me anymore!"

Even through the phone, it was clear that Chen Ze was very panicked.

Li Zhou raised an eyebrow and said grumpily:

"Scare what? I need you to come over for something now."

"I'll give you half an hour. If you don't come, I'll let..."

"I'll come, I'll come, okay!"

"Half an hour, right? Wait for me!"