Chapter 685: The Bizarre Account Book! Are You Really the Count?!

This character has never appeared in the public eye.

Neither in photos nor in any trace of having lived.

None at all.

Logically, even if she were a married‑off daughter or had died in an accident.

The Count, longing intensely, has taken a liking to Diana, whose appearance bears some resemblance to his daughter.

On that basis alone, he could not possibly discard every item related to his daughter.

But the fact is that Su Yang searched the entire Ancient Castle and found not a single clue.

Now the Secret Room can transmit sounds; he guesses that this deeply hidden character may be hiding here.

After all, no character in the script appears or disappears without reason.

Thinking this, Su Yang slowly advances, feeling his way toward the direction from which the remembered sound comes.

Halfway there, he suddenly discovers a heap of glittering golden objects.

Looking closely, he sees gold scattered everywhere, casually strewn like junk on the floor.

Layer upon layer piled, like a pyramid, standing a full two meters tall!

"Do human traffickers make this much money?" Su Yang can't help exclaiming.

Scanning the scene, there are at least ten such "pyramids", and countless other jewels and gold coins.

He recalls that back in the early days of Jinshan City, gang members would stake their lives for a month just to earn that amount of Protection Fee.

Sometimes the earnings weren't even enough for medical expenses.

Let alone supplementing household expenses.

But here the money lies on the ground like trash, the disparity is undeniably huge.

"Such a massive wealth, no wonder it's Crazy," Su Yang mused.

If he were a Security Guard, upon hearing that Diana required high security, he would undoubtedly act without hesitation and kill.

This money is enough for a commoner to change their fate.

Moreover, judging by this setup, it's still the reserve before any loot is divided.

Heaven knows how much they've earned in this line of work.

"People are like weeds, stepped on at will," Su Yang casually picks up a piece of gold, hefts it, estimating about half a catty in weight.

The gemstones are even more impressive.

Emerald, cat's eye stone, Red Gemstone…

Even an amateur like Su Yang can see from their quality that they are of considerable value.

Beside them are several boxes used to store gold coins.

Each box is packed to the brim, overflowing onto the floor.

"Zero capital, ten thousand profit, truly makes one envious," Su Yang toys with the Red Gemstone, holding it up to the light for close inspection.

Its translucence is mesmerizing.

Just as Su Yang puts the gem back, his gaze suddenly lands on a Bookshelf not far away.

He sees two booklets placed on it, the characters "Account Book" written on them.

Su Yang takes one down, flips through it casually, and sees the names of each participant clearly written.

"Lucien Johnson 2000 gold coins…"

"Jennifer Davidson 8000 gold coins…"

"Becky Louis 1000 gold coins…"

"Diana Mitchell 1500 gold coins…"

Su Yang furrows his brow; the Diana referred to here is the deceased.

It's not hard to see that her earnings are more than those of other servants, but less than the Nobility.

If it were Reward Based on Merit, that would also explain it.

However…

"Why is the Count's name missing above?" Su Yang's brow furrows tighter.

He speeds up the page turning, scanning roughly.

None!

He immediately pulls out another booklet to browse…

Still none!

Not only the name, but even the Code Name is absent.

"Strange, could it be that he forged the Account Book, deliberately erasing his own information?" Su Yang wonders.

But even if he feared being exposed, he should have also hidden his wife's name.

Moreover, if this thing is forged, how will the accounts be settled later?

Thinking this through, Su Yang feels the matter is even less simple.

He puts the Account Book back and walks deeper.

A vague impulse stirs within him.

If he can identify the one making the sound, the truth will be revealed!

So he quickens his pace, gripping the Small Knife tightly, his muscles taut.

Ready at all times to face any trouble or crisis that may arise.

Soon, after passing through door after door, he finally arrives at a vast, brightly lit room.

The room's layout is extremely simple: a table, a cross, nothing else.

At the same time…

The cross even tied a person!

To be precise, both hands and feet are nailed, the face is gaunt, hair is disheveled, and the upper body is naked.

The body is covered with whip marks, its density several times greater than Diana's!

The whole body looks like an abandoned old object, weathered by countless storms.

"You are not Sikeite."

He struggles to lift his head, revealing a pair of murky, cold eyes.

His eyes are filled with red blood vessels, with faint bloodstains lingering.

One of his eyes is slightly cloudy white, clearly unable to see anything.

"You are not the Count's daughter!" Su Yang suddenly froze.

"Daughter?" The man suddenly shows a bewildered look, as if those two words evoked distant memories.

Su Yang steps a few paces closer, examining his facial features.

His tangled long beard has turned white, and his hair, clumped together with blood scabs, hangs haphazardly.

His ribs and sternum protrude under the skin, clearly visible.

It is not hard to see that he has been tortured for a considerable period.

As for this face…

Su Yang thinks to himself, it seems somewhat familiar.

Like having seen it somewhere before.

Just as he ponders, the man suddenly emits a hoarse, vague voice, "My daughter died long ago, killed by that scoundrel Sikeite Richard."

"Died?"

Su Yang nods silently, but the next moment he jerks his head up, eyes wide with disbelief.

"Your daughter?"

"You are…"

"Count?!!!"

"Haven't heard that title in a long time," the man says, staring at Su Yang, his eyes mixed with many indescribable emotions.

It seems both nostalgic and hateful.

Su Yang freezes, then steps back two paces.

"No wonder my features feel familiar; I saw this face on the wall of the Master Room!"

"But he is clearly…"

He is clearly a stout middle‑aged man.

So why is he now this skinny and gaunt?

He stands about 1.8 m tall, yet looks as thin as someone weighing only seventy‑eighty jin.

"Wrong!" Su Yang jerks his head up, his pupils trembling violently.

"The rules are clear: each player must assume a role to find the murderer."

"I am playing Chuzi Luxian, Yu Meng is playing Countess Jennifer Davidson."

"Tang Youning is playing… Sean Davidson."

"The characters being played should not end up as NPCs; that's part of the rules!"

"Then the one before me…"

The more Su Yang thinks, the more his heart races, finding it increasingly terrifying.

If we analyze according to this logic, the Count is actually not listed among the roles.

Then…

"Who else is Tang Youning playing?" Su Yang's heart trembles.

"I've waited this long, didn't get Sikeite, yet a Outsider arrived," the Count says weakly.

"Are you really the Count?" Su Yang blurts out.