Chapter 119

He couldn't help but ask:

"Uh... Mr. Fang Hao."

"Actually, I have always been very curious about the space under your house."

"After all, it was a place where cultural relics were once hidden."

"The atmosphere of cultural relics inside must be very thick, right?"

"Why don't we go downstairs and take a look?"

Biting the bullet,

Tan Qiao made this suggestion.

There was no other way.

Song Zu was now being illegally detained by Fang Hao.

Since he knew about it, he couldn't just ignore it.

Otherwise...

the show failing would be a minor issue; he feared his own reputation would be ruined.

Facing Officer Tan Qiao's plea,

Fang Hao revealed a gentle smile.

In front of the camera,

he smiled with great affinity:

"I really don't know what you are worried about."

"As a kind and good person,"

"I have never engaged in any illegal behavior."

"But since you insist on seeing it... taking a look is fine."

Fang Hao did not refuse.

Even from start to finish,

he remained in a calm state.

This nonchalant attitude completely baffled the audience at the scene.

What is going on...

Can illegal detention be so righteous now?

How is he...

how is he so confident?

Everyone didn't react for a moment.

Soon,

the two in front of the camera arrived at the end of the corridor.

Regarding the corridor in front of them...

everyone was not unfamiliar.

Not long ago...

when the dismemberment case broke out and Fang Hao was being investigated,

many people had seen this corridor.

It was here that the mechanism for the underground structure was activated.

Allowing the treasures that had been sealed for thousands of years to truly be revealed before everyone's eyes.

And now that Fang Hao was standing in front of the basement again,

the audience was a bit nervous and excited.

If the basement is opened in a moment,

and Song Zu appears on the screen...

how will everyone explain it?

The scene was quiet.

One could see Fang Hao continuously activating the mechanism.

Accompanied by clicking sounds,

soon...

a deep staircase leading downwards slowly appeared before the two.

In front of the camera,

Fang Hao's smile remained full of kindness.

But to Officer Tan Qiao at this moment, it appeared incredibly creepy.

At this moment,

he suddenly realized a problem.

A very serious problem!

If Fang Hao really had secretly captured Song Zu,

and was now so calmly bringing him down...

wasn't Fang Hao afraid that the secret would be leaked directly!?

Or was it that...

Fang Hao never intended to let the news leak?

It's just that... he had a better way to handle it?

On the screen,

Officer Tan Qiao's muscles tightened instantly.

His heart began to beat wildly.

He looked at Fang Hao in front of him with tension and caution.

A terrifying thought formed in his mind.

Watching Fang Hao's smiling gaze sweeping over him,

Tan Qiao's scalp tingled.

Oh my God!

Could it be that Fang Hao is going to add a new name to his detention list this time!?

"Rest assured, I am a very kind person."

"I always warmly welcome friends."

"Why are we standing here? Let's go in, shall we?"

In front of the screen,

Fang Hao's face wore a sincere and earnest smile.

One hand reached toward the deep, bottomless basement.

He was so kind... it was even a bit eerie!

Tan Qiao and the cameraman were unnerved on the spot.

Cold air rose from their spines.

They even had the thought of turning around and running away.

"Fa... Fang Hao..."

"Cough, cough, cough... about that, I must reiterate."

Tan Sir bit the bullet, looking at Fang Hao in front of him with some terror:

"The footage our cameraman is shooting is being livestreamed in real-time."

"There is absolutely no post-production addition."

"At most, there's a delay of a few seconds..."

"So the audience will know what happens in the interview in real-time."

"We... we must be clear about this."

In the livestream,

the audience felt their scalps tingling.

In all fairness,

Fang Hao had been very enthusiastic from start to finish.

It's just that, rendered by the sounds of screaming and bloody footprints...

being able to remain so calm,

doesn't it seem exceptionally eerie?

[Holy crap... what is Fang Hao trying to do?]

[It's not too late for Song Zu to be caught, is Tan Sir also going to fall into his demonic hands?]

[Geez... this smile makes me shudder.]

[Is this a damn interview show or a horror movie? My scalp is tingling!]

[Master Fang Hao, I beg you... put away your supernatural powers!]

[I just want to know now... is Song Zu still alive?]

The audience was discussing it fervently in front of the screen.

Across the screen,

they could also feel the gloomy and creepy atmosphere at the scene.

The temperament Fang Hao was exuding at this moment...

was too much like the high-IQ crazy murderer in a horror movie.

This look and expression, if put in a movie,

wouldn't even need makeup.

He is simply the murderer himself!

Finally,

Tan Sir overcame his inner pressure and went underground with Fang Hao.

"Audience... I am currently in the basement of Fang Hao's ancestral home."

"At this moment, my heart... is more or less a bit nervous."

"I can feel the damp smell of the basement without ventilation..."

"It seems that after the cultural relics were moved away, the ventilation equipment in the entire basement stopped working."

"The air... seems to be filled with a faint smell of blood."

"I don't know if this is my psychological effect or if I really smelled it."

In the livestream,

Tan Sir's soft voice was heard introducing the situation.

He was incredibly uneasy.

He walked cautiously with almost every step.

And the corner of his eye never left Fang Hao, who was walking beside him.

Finally,

the group arrived underground.

When the lights were turned on in the basement,

contrary to everyone's expectations,

the entire basement was extremely empty, and indeed there was no sign of any victim.

The entire basement only had a reclining chair that looked a bit wide.

Besides that,

all kinds of equipment and cabinets for cultural relics...

had all been cleared out.

It was so clean that there wasn't even a mouse.

"This..."

Crisis averted.

Tan Sir stared at Fang Hao with wide eyes.

The latter looked at Tan Sir with an equally innocent gaze.

This left Officer Tan Qiao a bit confused.

This...

this isn't right, is it?

Why isn't Song Zu here?

At this moment,

the atmosphere at the scene seemed a bit awkward.

Tan Qiao was also a bit confused.

Could it be that he really misheard just now?

"Audience..."

"The scene below is a bit beyond my expectations."

"As you can all see."

"Fang Hao's honesty makes me admire him, and there is indeed nothing illegal in the basement."

"Except for this interrogation chair..."

"Hmm?"

"Wait—this chair!"

"Holy crap!?"

In the empty basement,

Tan Qiao's modal particles rang out directly.

Echoes reverberated in the basement.

At first, he thought this was just an ordinary chair left here.

However, when Tan Qiao saw the true appearance of this chair,

he was stunned on the spot.

This...

the chair was covered with various metal buckles for hands, feet, waist, neck, and legs.

And all kinds of restraint straps.

And there was no soft place on the entire chair at all.

It was full of various angles that completely violated ergonomics.

Every interface was full of sharp corners.

Let alone sitting on it,

even just looking at it, one could feel a thick sense of discomfort!

This is not an ordinary chair at all!

This is a torture chair!

(I've caught the virus, the first time, it's incredibly uncomfortable, everyone please be careful and take precautions!)