The grand Western-style mansion seemed to house only Zhu Shi and his grandparents, and now Changan would be added, totaling just four people, so it was quite normal to have many empty rooms.
We were now in one of these empty rooms, which contained only a wooden table. A towel was placed on the table, on which lay the head of the Weirdo Maker; the towel was stained with dirty blood that had flowed from the severed neck.
If a thief had entered the house, or if nearby children had really treated this place as a haunted house for exploration, the sight of such a head during their search might truly evoke the feeling of experiencing a horror story.
On the way here, I hadn't seen Changan, presumably somewhere else in the mansion. He certainly didn't know that the head of his biological father (though a possibility avatar) was under the same roof as himself. Perhaps out of discretion, Zhu Shi locked the room door as we entered.