Ste didn''t hold back. Foreman copsed to the ground, unconscious.


    As the bookshelf door slowly closed, Ste slipped into the secret passage.


    The moment she stepped inside, the bookshelf behind her slid shut without a sound.


    The corridor was cold and narrow. The wall sconces on either side cast a ghostly yellow glow, adding to the eerie atmosphere.


    Just then, Ste saw a room ahead whose door had not yet closed. The walls inside were stered with her photos.


    There were recent ones and some from long ago, pictures of her at banquets and candid shots from her daily life.


    Every single photo was of her.


    A pile of her pictures also sat on a nearby table.


    The room''s dim lighting gave it a sinister, terrifying feel.


    Seeing the room full of her photos, a chill spread from Ste''s limbs through her entire body.


    No wonder Foreman was capable of such extreme acts.


    He was truly unhinged.


    With that thought, Ste wasted no more time and continued forward.


    After walking for what felt like a long time, the path ahead gradually brightened.


    At the same time, her surroundings opened up.


    Ste saw the light from a doorway.


    A surge of joy rose in her heart.


    However, when she reached the door, she was greeted by an identical set of locks: passcode, fingerprint, and iris scan.


    Foreman was nothing if not cautious.


    Ste knew that leaving through the main entrance was almost impossible.


    She stood in thought for a moment, then returned to the room filled with her photos.


    She had found the room too unsettling before and hadn''t inspected it carefully. This time, she turned on the light and meticulously checked every corner.


    Every inch of the walls was covered with


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    There were even some documents on the desk nearby.


    He must have lived here often.


    As she thought this, her gaze suddenly fell on a crystal music box on the desk.


    The figurine on the music box was a model of her ying the violin.


    The violin was crafted with incredible realism and could even y a melody.


    She picked up the music box, examined it closely and then gently plucked


    Contohe strings with her finger.


    A soft beep sounded from somewhere in the room, like a password error.


    Ste''s eyes narrowed. After a few seconds of thought, she slowly plucked out a melody.


    She yed slowly, pausing for a second after each note to listen for any sound in the room.


    When she plucked the sixth note, a rumbling sound came from above.


    Her gamble had paid off.


    The music box strings were the password lock.


    And the melody she had just yed was the first few notes of "Moonlight."


    Ste looked up to see the dark ceiling sliding apart, letting light stream down.


    At the same time, adder slowly descended.


    Ste''s heart skipped a beat.


    While the other door was likely real using it as an exit would have been too conspicuous and easily attract attention. It was far more stealthy to enter from within the house.


    After climbing thedder, Ste found herself in Foreman''s bedroom.


    This bedroom was much more normal than the one below.


    The decor and ornaments were unremarkable, and there was no trace of her presence.


    Ste opened the door and walked out of Foreman''s room.


    The upstairs was a normal house, without all the passcodes and security gates.