Chapter 323

In the live stream.

The viewers all felt their scalps go numb.

To be fair.

Fang Hao had been extremely enthusiastic from start to finish.

It was just that, under the atmosphere created by screams and bloody footprints...

To remain so calm.

Didn't that seem particularly eerie?

【Holy crap... what is Fang Hao planning to do?】

【It's not too late to grab Song Zu, but is Officer Tan about to fall victim to the demon's hand too?】

【Damn... this smile sends shivers down my spine.】

【What the hell is this, an interview show or a horror movie? My scalp is going numb!】

【Master Fang Hao, I beg you... stop your divine arts!】

【Right now, I just want to know... is Song Zu still alive?】

The viewers chattered among themselves in front of the screens.

Through the screens.

They could also feel the gloomy and chilling atmosphere at the scene.

The aura Fang Hao was radiating at this moment...

Was too much like that of a high-IQ madman killer in a horror murder movie.

This look and expression, if placed in a movie.

Wouldn't even need makeup.

He was the killer himself!

Finally.

Officer Tan overcame the pressure in his heart and went down to the underground with Fang Hao.

"Viewers... at this moment, I am in the underground of Fang Hao's ancestral home."

"At this moment, my heart... is somewhat nervous."

"I can feel the damp smell of no ventilation underground..."

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

"In the air... there seems to be a faint smell of blood."

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

In the live stream.

Officer Tan's voice of quiet introduction could be heard.

He was extremely uneasy.

Every step he took was cautious.

Moreover, his peripheral vision never left Fang Hao, who was walking beside him.

Finally.

The group arrived underground.

After the lights in the underground were turned on.

It was beyond everyone's expectations.

The entire underground was extremely empty; indeed, there was no sign of any victim.

The entire basement contained only a somewhat wide-looking recliner.

Apart from that.

Various equipment and cultural relic maintenance cabinets...

Had all been completely cleared away.

So clean that not even a single rat was there.

"This..."

The crisis was averted.

Officer Tan widened his eyes and looked at Fang Hao.

The latter looked back at Officer Tan with an equally innocent expression.

This left Officer Tan Qiao somewhat stunned.

This...

This doesn't seem right, does it?

Why isn't Song Zu here?

At this moment.

The atmosphere at the scene seemed somewhat awkward.

Tan Qiao was also somewhat stunned.

Could it be that I really just heard wrong?

"Viewers..."

"The scene down here is somewhat beyond my expectations."

"As everyone can see."

"Fang Hao's honesty is admirable, and indeed, no violations have appeared underground."

"Besides this interrogation chair..."

"Hmm?"

"Wait—this chair!"

"Holy crap!?"

In the empty basement.

Tan Qiao's exclamatory particles rang out directly.

Echoes reverberated through the basement.

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

However, when Tan Qiao saw the chair's true form.

He was stunned on the spot.

What the hell...

The chair was covered with various metal buckles for hands, feet, waists, necks, and legs.

And all sorts of restraint straps.

Moreover, there was not a single soft spot on the entire chair.

It was filled with all kinds of angles that completely violated ergonomics.

Every joint was full of sharp, pointed corners.

Forget sitting on it.

Even just looking at it once, one could feel a strong sense of discomfort!

This damn thing is not an ordinary chair at all!

It's an torture chair!

(I've caught the virus, or rather, my first infection; I feel terrible. Everyone, please take precautions!)