As they walked, everyone listened to the explorer's daughter explain.
"The Butler telegraphed me that there are seven wooden houses on the island."
"One is the main house, and the other six are cabins scattered around the island."
Mu Hen appeared calm as he followed beside the Traveler, though inwardly he was excited.
The Traveler was a middle-aged man carrying a briefcase. He gave Mu Hen a somewhat puzzled look.
Then everyone headed toward the main house. It was a large wooden house with at least four bedrooms and two living rooms.
The explorer's daughter took out a key and opened the door. Then, with a scream, she unveiled the tragedy of Wax Figure Island.
The explorer's daughter collapsed to the ground, pointing at the living room.
Everyone hurriedly looked over.
They were equally dumbfounded.
An elderly man dressed in a suit, looking like a Butler, lay in the living room.
His eyes were filled with terror, and his entire body was covered in blood.
The middle-aged Traveler immediately rushed to the front. He carefully examined the old man's pupils, and his brows instantly furrowed. Turning around, he fixed his gaze on someone.
Then he silently closed the old man's eyes.
The explorer's daughter remained sprawled on the floor, while the others quickly began dealing with the scene.
Some took a few photos, some dragged the Butler's body outside to bury it, and some helped the explorer's daughter onto the sofa to rest.
"Wait, shouldn't we call the police?" Doctor asked in confusion.
"Call the police? We can only send telegrams here. The Butler is dead, and no one else knows how to send one." Among the other six, the Bald Man shook his head.
Clearly, they knew the island well, and they knew the Butler too. Otherwise, they would