The next day, Chen Miao did not leave the villa all day, but he did not spend the entire time shut up in his room either.
The villa was large, with a terrace and a courtyard.
What Chen Miao found somewhat amusing, however, was that of the five other people staying in his villa, four instinctively kept more than a meter away whenever they encountered him.
Presumably, what Chen Miao had done in the Basement had made them wary.
There was one exception, though: the old woman.
She had only crossed paths with Chen Miao once in the villa, but the distance between them had exceeded two meters.
Since none of the other Curse Cult members had tested this old woman earlier, Chen Miao was curious about her and deliberately moved a little closer.
To his surprise, just as he was about to come within two meters, she instinctively backed away, keeping him outside that range.
Whether it was a coincidence or not, it made Chen Miao a little wary of her.
That evening, Chen Miao arrived at the Basement.
Even though he had prepared himself, his pupils still contracted sharply when he actually saw how the man had died.
If he ignored the bamboo strips sticking out of the man's body, the man looked alive, standing there in a perfectly natural pose.
Since Chen Miao might face the same fate himself, he did not shy away. Instead, he moved closer.
Up close, he could see more clearly.
The bamboo strips piercing Leather-Jacket Man's body did not actually touch the ground.
In other words, Leather-Jacket Man's current state of balance had been deliberately engineered.
"Was this done specifically for the others to see?"
That was Chen Miao's guess.
While Chen Miao was examining Leather-Jacket Man, Elder Bamboo and the other