When they disembark from the plane, the butler and the bodyguards have been waiting on the rooftop for Camille for quite some time.
Camille speaks words audible only to her and the Grim Reaper, "Why are you still following me?"
The Grim Reaper shrugs and says with resignation, "It's not time for me to work yet." Camille follows the butler into the luxurious mansion. "Having you around gives me a sense that my time is coming," she says, feeling an impending sense of mortality.
The Grim Reaper didn't expect Camille to crack a joke, and he responds in a playful tone, "Don't worry, your name isn't on the list. Apparently, God doesn't want you dead yet."
The mansion is truly vast, and it takes a long time to reach the owner's study. The moment Camille steps into the room, her heart beats violently, and in an instant, she sees gruesome images flash before her eyes.
The study's ceiling and walls are soaked with blood, fresh blood sliding down along the ceiling and walls. The dried blood on the floor mixes with the fresh, creating a gruesome scene. With each step, shoes leave behind sticky strands of blood.
Bodies are piled together, whole severed arms, legs, and scattered hands, feet, and heads scattered on the floor of the study. The body parts were all torn apart on the floor, and it was hard to piece together a whole person. Countless bodies were piled on top of each other. The bloody scene stopped Camille in her tracks.
The master of the mansion has long risen from his chair, warmly welcoming Camille. The Grim Reaper nudges her from the side, "What's the matter with you?"
Camille snaps back to reality, avoiding the extended hand of the mansion's owner. She walks directly to the guest chair on the opposite side of the desk and sits down.
Despite Camille's disregard, the mansion's owner struggles to suppress his displeasure. Multiple personalities within him are currently at odds in his mind. However, the astute and strategic leadership personality ultimately prevails. He gracefully welcomes Camille and dismisses everyone else. Once alone, he reiterates the family's appeal to Camille.
Now the room contains only the mansion's owner, Camille, and the Grim Reaper. The mansion's owner can't see the Grim Reaper, so from his perspective, it's a showdown between him and Camille. He uses his gaze to press her, waiting for her response. Seeing Camille's indifferent gaze fixed on him without any indication of speaking, he patiently repeats the question, "May I ask, Miss Camille, can you do it? Can you help us find the heir to save our family?"
Camille remains silent, and just as the mansion's owner's emotions are about to erupt, she finally, with parted red lips, slowly says, "I cannot guarantee absolute success."
The mansion's owner suppresses the urge for the other personalities to erupt, showing a respectful and pleased demeanor. "You don't need to worry, Miss Camille. Regardless of whether you succeed or not, we will provide you with the agreed-upon reward."
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At this point, Camille has been escorted to the arranged room by the butler. Tomorrow, all the children of this family will meet her. They are currently coming from around the world, converging on this luxurious mansion, eagerly anticipating their meeting with Camille. Camille's task is to locate the heir prophesied by the elder of this family. It seems like a rather straightforward job.
However, Camille feels a strong sense of unease within. She connects with Amélie and instructs both of them to investigate the entire mansion. Upon receiving Camille's instructions, Amélie and Louis act separately. Louis quickly uses his advanced hacking skills to detect the entire structure of the mansion, revealing hidden rooms behind the vast estate.
Amélie can sense emotions, but it requires very close contact. Given the size of the mansion, they must maneuver the small device to avoid all surveillance and enter each room one by one. This way, Amélie can understand what's happening inside each room.
Camille glances at the Grim Reaper, who is sound asleep on the sofa by the bed. Carefully, she picks up a tiny micro-device and releases it through the gap under the door. Louis watches as hundreds of micro-devices soar through the air, traversing various gaps to reach different hidden rooms. The first-person perspective of this ultimate experience excites him to the fullest.
At this moment, the Grim Reaper beside Camille opens his eyes, observing her quietly reading a book. He closes his eyes again, turns over, and murmurs, "Everyone has their fate, don’t try to change the destinies of others."
When Camille looks at him, his thunderous snoring resumes, as if the words he just uttered were part of a dream.
Meanwhile, all the micro-devices have entered the hidden rooms. The moment Amélie receives the emotional input, a tremendous emotional impact overwhelms her. She starts crying hysterically, and incoherent words spill from her mouth.
"I'm so scared, I'm so scared! It's so dark here!! Mom... I'm so hungry... Mom, it hurts so much!! Mom, save me! I feel so happy and blessed when I'm with Mom. What's the world outside, Mom... What is this monster! Help! You're not my child!"
With Camille's immense emotional turmoil, Louis furrows his brow and injects a sedative into her. Soon after, a few doctors come in, conduct a brief examination, and then carry her out.
After Louis follows them out, he returns after a few minutes. Camille, upon seeing him, asks with concern, "How is Amélie?"
"The doctors said it's due to an overwhelming emotional shock. It's the first time I've seen her like this..." Louis responds.
Louis rapidly taps his fingers on the keyboard, his expression growing increasingly solemn. Soon, the micro-devices transmit clearer images and sounds. In hundreds of hidden rooms, there are bizarre-looking children, and some are gnawing on newly born infants.
Camille can clearly see the colleagues of the Grim Reaper standing on the side, comparing the list one by one, but Louis is oblivious to all of this. Louis can only see the women being forced to give birth in the rooms, as well as the children born from incestuous relationships and those driven to extreme hunger, gnawing on infants.
On the other side of the room, men in suits are watching the surveillance of all the hidden rooms. They express excited approval and encouragement for the children who are killing their siblings. These men even use microphones to unabashedly express their appreciation for the victorious children. The praised children may even engage in deadly combat with their own biological mothers.
"This is insane! A bunch of bastards!" Louis exclaims in anger.
Camille watches the footage on the monitor, and at this point, she has the answer in her heart. Tomorrow, she will meet these demons face to face.
Louis suddenly stops the rapid tapping on his keyboard. "Boss, what should we do now? I'm ready," he says. Camille sees his eyes turning red, knowing that his anger has reached its peak.
"Just do what you want," Camille approves. With her confirmation, Louis no longer holds back. He links all the surveillance footage to the national military police and all government computers and screens. He marks the locations and positions of the crimes, analyzing the information of all the men in suits appearing in the footage one by one. From the smallest details like when and where they wet the bed after birth, to the largest ones such as all their bank accounts and passwords, and every misdeed they've committed – Louis compiles all the information and sends it as a package to the national government. He can't believe it, even with all this evidence, they can't catch these people!
The micro-devices rapidly split, covering the entire mansion and releasing a massive amount of sedative gas. In the entire luxurious mansion, except for Camille, everyone else is rendered unconscious by the sedative gas, and they won't wake up for three days. Louis then destroys the mansion's power system, trapping the unconscious men inside and preventing those who have already turned into monsters in the hidden rooms from escaping.