Night fell once again.
The female reporter was forced to send a flattering report praising the beauty of the village to her employer during the day, but that was of little concern to her. What troubled her most was why her assignment still wasn't considered complete.
Even the village chief himself had hinted that the "Green-Faced Fangs" affair really did involve the villagers because they summoned a real monster with the gloom in their hearts.
What was still not right?
At night, after dinner, the village chief went to send the little girl back to the ancestral hall. In the living room illuminated by dim candlelight, only the female reporter and the artist remained.
Looking at the girl who was in a daze, who had been out of it from the beginning to the end, the reporter frowned and asked, "What's wrong with you?"
The girl hugged her head with both hands and sighed, "I can't capture the true face of that monster."
"Green-Faced Fangs?"
The girl listlessly nodded her head.