The deceased was Bitos. The young man who had just cleverly tried to recruit Jason to his own camp was found hanged in the stairwell between the third and second floors. Bitos’ eyes bulged, his tongue sticking out grotesquely long. One of his leather shoes had fallen onto the staircase, and a hemp rope wrapped around his neck was tied to a wooden railing near the stairwell on the third floor, knotted in a very secure double slipknot. With sufficient height, Bitos dangled mid-air, his head nearly touching the stairs leading up to the fourth floor. Servants and attendants kept the gathering relatives from getting too close. Several guards protected the crime scene. When Jason arrived, this was the scene that greeted him. Jason looked at Bitos’ body, refraining from intervening hastily and instead waited quietly for Gerard’s arrival. “It has only been built in the past ten years, from the start of construction to now, there has been no accidents.” Gerard answered with certainty, while a hint of admiration flashed in his eyes. He had been pondering the same question just moments before. And now his cousin had already begun to suspect something, which greatly pleased Gerard. Just as clever as he was as a child! Pictures of their childhood popped into Gerard’s mind, while at this moment, Jason’s gaze shifted towards those so-called relatives. In Jason’s view, these relatives were quite suspect. In fact, several people started to dodge his gaze as soon as it swept over them. Gerard saw this scene. He gestured with a wave of his hand to the butler, signaling something with a nod. Immediately, the butler, along with several guards, walked over. “It wasn’t our fault!” “It was Raul who wanted to hang Bitos!” Before the butler could say anything, the few individuals whose gazes had just flickered spoke up directly. Seems to be a son of one of the uncles. He used to be a Federation soldier but left the military because of a mistake. During the previous meeting at the mansion gate, he stood in the middle of the crowd, the only one who showed him a hint of hostility. A bit of a reckless fellow. It wouldn’t be strange for him to do something impulsive . Jason hadn’t seen Raul among the crowd; he instinctively flared his nostrils, nor did he detect the smell of food. Gerard asked with a grave tone. After exchanging glances, the relatives shook their heads one after another. Gerard’s gaze turned towards his butler. “Earlier, Mr. Raul said he wanted to go to the beach,” Gerard immediately headed for the beach, with Jason following behind. From a distance, they heard Dennise’s carefree laughter, which eased the tense atmosphere of the group a bit. Everyone saw three people buried in the sand, with Dennise piling a mound of sand shaped like… poop, on each of their heads. The relatives’ faces changed color. Many of them knew what those three had come to the beach for, It was not quite what they had imagined. Gerard, however, curled up the corners of his mouth, showing a hint of a smile. His study also had a view of the beach, and although he hadn’t paid attention to this spot, he could guess what had happened and very much appreciated Dennise’s way of handling the situation: even having the ability to truly punish the offenders, she chose a lighthearted approach. And those poop-shaped mounds of sand? When someone tried to bully him and Jason as kids, they had thrown cow dung at those bullies. Upon the group’s arrival, Dennise immediately spotted Jason and waved her arms frantically. Jason didn’t even look at those buried in the sand and asked directly, “Did you see anyone else here?” Before Dennise could answer, Jason’s nostrils flared, and he turned his gaze to the seaside.