Angel

This was because Alex trusted Angel too much and didn't take his own life into account.

What will happen if Angel gathers all forty-four souls?

Based on Alex's account, a wizard should appear, so logically, the wizard should be the final boss.

The situation was becoming increasingly clear, Yu Xing believed that as long as the three strategists went to the attic and survived, they could conclude the investigation and complete the deduction.

The climax of this deduction Yugi lies with Angel.

Having figured this out, Yu Xing finalized the action plan: the two exorcists would pack their "equipment" and go with him to the attic to find Angel!

Alex tensed up. "My sister is a good person. She was forced to do what she did. Please don't hurt her. You're exorcists, right? All you need to do is... all you need to do is use your power to break the curse on this villa and let us out!"

York smoothed his long, parted bangs and made a very reassuring assurance. "Don't worry, we won't harm Angel. If possible, we can even help you eliminate the wizard."

Alex looked at him with a skeptical expression.

York said, "Of course, there's a fee."

Alex was relieved.

After feeling relieved, he was filled with excitement. He realized that after so long, he and Angel finally had a chance to escape their misery. His brow relaxed, and he turned to say, "Let's go now!"

He turned away too early, so he missed the fleeting, undisguised dark expression on York's face after he straightened his bangs and put his hand down.

Not harming Angel? Dream on.

Whether she was forced into it or not, she has already killed forty people, directly or indirectly.

Such behavior... is unforgivable.

He is good at comforting mental patients, but that doesn't mean he can do it.

Ha, he's not exactly a man of his word.

Masha shuddered and silently moved away from this man whose appearance was so different from his true personality.

Yu Xing chuckled, stepped down from the table, and said to them, "Shall we prepare the exorcism tools? Um... where are the crucifix and holy water?"

"They're all in Masha's room." York lazily rose from his seat. "By the way, the holy water is just regular tap water, just there to make up the numbers."

Yu Xing: "... Oh~"

The three of them, along with Alex, went downstairs to retrieve something called an exorcism tool, which they interpreted as a sacrifice, and then went up to the second floor.

The staircase leading to the attic is on the second-floor ceiling. A pull ring hangs down from the ceiling; you need to use a crowbar or similar tool to hook the ring down to pull down the folding staircase.

This design clashes with the overall style of the villa, like a television tower crammed into an ancient Egyptian pyramid—it's jarring and creates a sense of temporal displacement.

"The attic was built later," Alex explained, noticing their confusion.

He took a deep breath and used the crowbar he kept in the corner to open the staircase. "My sister's condition has been very bad lately. She refuses to communicate and won't even see me. We have no choice but to go straight upstairs."

The staircase slowly opened, Alex threw down the crowbar. "There are dolls up there, I'm afraid to go in first. Actually, I haven't been up there in a long time. You guys are more skilled, why don't you go first?"

Masha couldn't help but say, "Didn't you believe your sister wouldn't kill you? What are you afraid of... what are you afraid of?"

Seeing the dejection rising on Alex's face, she swallowed back her habitual words and replaced them with something gentler.

Ah, Alex, who says his closest sister would never kill him, is actually quite worried, given his deep knowledge of the family's genetic inheritance.

Little Masha thought with maternal love: He just doesn't want to believe his sister has turned into a monster, sigh, after all, he's just a child who has just come of age.

If Yu Xing knew what she was thinking, she would definitely give the Luo family a thumbs up and congratulate them on successfully raising such a simple-minded junior.

How can something raised in a predictive environment be so adorably stupid?

"Okay, I'll go up first." York's tone was languid. He was holding the cross in his hand. From the character's perspective, he had to step forward at this moment.

As a detective, Yu Xing lacked the ability to protect himself and would not be the first to go up to his death without knowing the situation in the attic.

And what about Masha?

That cowardly little girl is unreliable.

So he climbed up the stairs.

Yu Xing reminded, "When the doll doesn't encounter a specific target, it should be afraid of being stared at. If you see the doll as soon as you peek out, remember to keep your eyes on it."

A moment later, York's voice came through the wall. "It's safe, come on up."

At that moment, Yu Xing felt that his voice sounded very familiar again.

Masha went up, followed by Yu Xing, with Alex coming last.

After Yu Xing went up to the attic, he realized that the attic was not small at all. The area they came up to was rather crowded and piled with old clutter.

Behind the clutter, there are doors leading to other areas.

"Where does Angel live?" There was more than one door around, Yu Xing asked Alex directly.

Without hesitation, Alex pointed to the left. "The right side is where we store our things, the left side is more empty. My sister moved a mat up to sleep on, and I even helped her move a small table to use as a toy."

So the four of them walked towards the door on the left.

York pushed open the door, and behind it appeared to be a completely different world.

Rows of dolls were arranged in an unknown order, and in the middle of them sat a blonde woman in a long dress.

The woman had delicate features and a serene demeanor. Her eyes were vacant as she stared at the unfinished doll in her hands, her movements skillful as she continued to refine it.

It was Angel, the same person Yu Xing had seen in the photograph.

However, Angel wasn't sitting there by himself at the moment; instead, he had long, thin white silk ribbons tied around his neck, arms, and waist.

One end of the white silk sat on Angel's body, while the other ends extended outwards, merging into the small, strange magic circles painted on the wall.

After they arrived, Angel didn't stop making the dolls; instead, the door slammed shut.

Alex cried out in alarm, "The door is closed! I can't open it!"

Masha tensed up for a moment: she quickly tried to open the door, but failed; it seemed to be firmly sealed by a mysterious force.

Before she could even begin to comfort Alex despite her fear, York burst out laughing. Yu Xing, with a half-smile, said to Alex, "Why are you doing this? Didn't you close the door yourself?"

Alex was taken aback.

Hearing the commotion, Angel finally looked over. The white silk swayed twice in the air with her tiny movements, making it seem as if she hadn't moved up to the attic willingly, but was being imprisoned there.

Unlike most people in Auroran Town, including Mrs. Brown and Susan, her beautiful eyes were a deep, ocean-blue, with a breathtaking swirling quality.

She glanced at the three strangers, then turned her gaze to Alex, her tone numb and detached. "Are they the last three, wizard?"