“Wilson and Luke didn’t die in the manor. You didn’t kill them!” Seeing that Susan was on the verge of collapse, Qin Lun had no choice but to console her, “Why do you insist on blaming yourself?”

‘No, you don’t understand, Chris, you don’t know …’ Susan shook her head hard and said with an unusual sadness. ‘No wonder I was so familiar with this manor the first time I saw it since I was kidnapped by that strange man. Because I saw more than one painting of it in my grandfather’s room when I was a child!’

“It really has something to do with her. This will explain why the murderer dressed as an English gentleman did not kill her on the spot.” Qin Lun was a little surprised, but he also knew that his original thoughts about the culprit wanting to hold a cult ceremony were slightly different.

“You said it was just a painting left behind by your grandfather, and we don’t know what it did. Besides, Wilson and Luke died at the hands of another kind of monster, and I don’t think they had anything to do with the manor.”

Qin Lun’s consolation slowly came to an end. Susan no longer looked so painful, but she was still very depressed. She was almost carried out of the basement by him. Qin Lun didn’t dare to stay here any longer. If he were to be trapped inside by the undead servants, he would really be doomed.

“Susan, cheer up. Is there anything worth paying attention to in that painting your grandfather left behind?” Qin Lun helped the woman to the wall and patted her cheek. “Listen, don’t think about the dead anymore. Think about Karin and Dana who entered the manor to find you. They need your strength now.”

“Karin and Dana have also been arrested?” The two familiar names finally woke the woman up as if she had just woken up from a dream. She nervously supported the wall and stood up.

“No, they just can’t leave you alone. Now they’re coming in with some Arcadia search and rescue personnel …” Qin Lun rolled his eyes and lied without changing his expression. “Of course, there are some people here who want to cover up this evil manor. I guess they’re all cults!”

In order to conceal the possibility of a conflict with the reincarnated, Qin Lun did not hesitate to lay a little groundwork. Then if he were to fight with the living, Susan would automatically turn those brains into cult disciples.

“Something will happen to Karin and Dana. We need to do something!” Susan reached out and stroked her messy blonde hair, barely able to shake off her depression.

“Yes, we must do something! Susan, try to think about that painting, and your grandfather, anything that has anything to do with this damn place?” Qin Lun used a hypnotic tone to guide the girl’s mind, trying to get more clues from her head.

“… I, I can’t remember anything!” Susan stomped her feet in frustration and cried, “I’m useless!”

“Don’t worry, don’t worry, darling, come to me!” Qin Lun stretched out his arms and held Susan in his arms, gently stroking her hair. “Close your eyes, don’t think about anything, let’s forget this place, forget this manor. You’re safe now, I won’t let anything happen to you, there won’t be any danger …”

At this time, Qin Lun had patience. The psychological knowledge he had learned had worked. People like Susan, especially women, who had just suffered serious injuries, had only two ways to get them to remember it in their minds.

One was to use more violence to completely collapse their mental defenses. At that time, under the stimulation of their survival instincts, their brains would spin faster than supercomputers.

Second, let them relax, get rid of the victim’s psychology, realize that it is safe now, let their brains return to calm.

Sounds ridiculous, doesn’t it? Actually, most of the so-called victims are mentally ill, and the civilians who have not received special training are even more so.

For example, someone whose home is stolen, knowing that the probability of being stolen again in a short period of time is lower than that of an air crash, always feels uncomfortable checking the door lock at night, and even falls asleep only under the care of the closest person. This was the typical victim mentality!

Female college students like Susan, who had yet to enter society, were even weaker in this regard. Under normal circumstances, she was unlikely to help Qin Lun at this moment, especially since they weren’t in a safe environment yet.

Therefore, Qin Lun had used some hypnotic tricks to make use of Susan’s trust and temporarily ignore the surrounding environment and potential dangers.

The hypnotized Susan’s pupils were a little distracted, and she mumbled a lot of messy words, most of which seemed to be disorganized and illogical. But Qin Lun knew that she had indeed been hypnotized and was now in a strange “sleep”.

In this state, people’s minds were very fast and chaotic. Think about it, think about it, only under the guidance of the questioner can they say what the questioner wanted to know.

Unfortunately, Qin Lun knew nothing about her childhood or her family, so he was unlikely to guide her like a professional psychiatrist.

However, there was no need for that. Qin Lun could deduce a lot from her words.

Susan did know very little about the painting. Even if Qin Lun didn’t care about her safety and broke into her deepest memories, he didn’t find many clues.

This made Qin Lun a little disappointed, but it was within his expectations. After all, Wilson Manor was built hundreds of years ago. Even if something terrible had happened to this manor, it had been too long.

He guessed that even Susan’s grandfather did not know what kind of history the ancestral painting recorded.

The only thing he could be sure of was that the painting was indeed left behind by Susan’s ancestors, not something that an ancestor had obtained from a gallery or auction house.

“What, what happened to me just now?” Susan was quickly “woken up” by Qin Lun and asked doubtfully.

“Nothing. You’re too tired. You fainted just now!” Qin Lun smiled and comforted her, “Let’s go and take a look upstairs. We’d better find Karin, Dana and the others.”

“En!” Susan fell into a state of hypnosis for a while, but her spirits were much better. Feeling sober, the woman asked casually, “Chris, you’re not actually a modeling agent, are you?”

“I’m sorry, I lied to you. I’m not a modeling agent. I’m a private investigator. A man named Donald commissioned an investigation some time ago. A friend of his disappeared in Arcadia!” Qin Lun glanced at the girl and opened his mouth to make up another lie.

Karin and Dana could be imprisoned for her companion, but a modeling agent would not risk their lives for Susan. Qin Lun’s original identity was no longer useful.

As for why it was pushed on Fatty Donald, it was because Donald was indeed someone, and there was a possibility that he would run into him here. If Susan really did meet up with Dana, who was with the team, his current lies would come into play.

He completely believed that even if Fatty hated him to the bone, it was impossible for him to speak nonsense or frame him. Because Allen and the others had a good impression of him, Steinson and Fanny were saved by him and Donald. Moreover, Fatty’s identity was not clean and he was wrong.

Seeing that Susan already had the strength to walk, Qin Lun let go of her and walked in front of her.

Wilson Manor is one of those old Renaissance buildings that flourished in Europe from the 15th to 19th centuries, including Baroque and classical architecture. Western colonists also brought these architectural styles to the New World on their way to America.

These architectural theories are based on Renaissance thought, excluding Gothic architectural style which symbolizes the supremacy of theocracy, and advocating the revival of ancient Roman architectural forms.

The architects hope to reshape the harmonious order of the classical society with the aid of the proportionalism of the classical architecture. So Renaissance architecture is generally symmetrical and proportional, with rigorous facade and plane composition and column systems inherited from classical architecture.

Wilson Manor is the product of this idea, so it covers a large area, the hall has columnar structure on both sides of the corridor. All kinds of living rooms and study rooms of the host were distributed in these corridors, and the arched leaf doors were like beautiful paintings on the inside of the corridors.

During the day, as a temporary worker, Qin Lun would not be able to enter these places.

Now, he finally had a chance.

“Chris, why don’t we go upstairs and take a look?” Susan asked in a low voice as she nervously looked around with her ankles and chains around her neck in her hands.

“The upstairs are basically guest rooms. The study and living room of the owner of the manor and the tea room of the hostess are basically on the first floor.” Qin Lun explained softly.

“So what?” Susan asked in confusion.

Qin Lun closed a small hall that he had just inspected and couldn’t help but pat his forehead. He had forgotten that the girl following behind him was only a student who was still in school, not an old fool like Hill.

Susan did not understand what he meant at all. He had to explain more clearly if he wanted to.

“You already know that there is a mysterious power in this manor. The dirty things here cannot be solved by fighting. We must dig out the deeper secrets and find out its weaknesses. Otherwise, we will not be able to leave this place.”

Thinking that this girl had something to do with the manor, Qin Lun felt that it was better to let her participate. “Let’s say, if you want to keep some privacy in front of your parents, would you hide the diary under the pillow or put it in the locked cabinet?”

“Of course … Chris, are you saying that if the owner of the manor has a secret, then it’s easier to find clues in the study and living room than in the bedroom?” With a slight hint, Susan could understand.

‘”Yes, if you want to keep a diary, you can only put it in a locked drawer. And the owner of Wilson Manor is not a little girl like you. Do you want him to have a special basement, or do you want him to build a hidden secret room in the study or reception room?”

Qin Lun smiled and said, “As for the bedroom, the probability is the smallest, because sometimes the people sleeping beside you are even more terrifying than outsiders.”