Yu Xing thoroughly searched the room again, slipping a few useful little items into his trouser pockets.
Other than that, he found nothing else amiss.
In other words, there were only two ghostly objects in the entire room—a painting and a doll—and neither was enough to make the cold aura within him surge. They were neither the source of the curse nor sacrifices...
At most, they were little things the source of the curse had released in advance to interfere with the deducers.
And one of them did not seem particularly well-behaved.
When Yu Xing finished tidying up and turned around, oh ho—the doll had twisted its head around. At some point, it had turned itself over and crawled several meters toward him.
Seeing its little hand still raised, with no time to lower it, Yu Xing guessed that the doll could move whenever he was not looking at it, but could not move once his gaze fell on it.
A bit like Red Light, Green Light.
If someone unaware of this got caught by the doll, they would probably be done for.
Yu Xing frowned, picked the doll up from the floor, and stared at it for a few seconds.
"Didn't I tell you two to play by yourselves?"
He turned the doll to face the painting. "Look, you're in the same line of work, after all. Wouldn't it be nice to bond a little? Come on, behave."
The doll: ...
The next moment, there was a pop, and the doll's head was gone.
Yu Xing held the doll's body in one hand and its forcibly removed head in the other, successfully splitting the doll into two pieces.
He then locked the body in the bottom drawer of the bedside table, while placing the head opposite the painting, face-to-face