Under the hazy light and shadows, there was a very tall shelf, and nearby was a reflection, like the surface of a lake.

"This is..." Fatty's eyes slowly widened.

"It's the swimming pool," Yuan Xiaoyi said.

No one could have imagined that Yuan Xiaoyi actually had a photo taken at the swimming pool late at night on her phone!

"I know what you want to ask, and it's just like you think, Xiao Ran sent it to me." Yuan Xiaoyi took a deep breath, looked at the people in front of her, and whispered, "After she disappeared."

If he remembered correctly, this Xiao Ran was the girl who went to the swimming pool alone late at night to take pictures and then disappeared.

"She took a picture?" Huai Yi felt his scalp tingle.

After listening to Yuan Xiaoyi, there was no reaction. She just stared at the photo, her whole person seeming to be bewitched, "You... you look here."

Yuan Xiaoyi's finger was on the edge of the photo. If you didn't look carefully, you wouldn't notice it. There was a blurry outline there, like it was on a very tall shelf.

There was a small platform at the top of the shelf, with a little bit of white showing on it.

Yuan Xiaoyi's fingers were trembling. She zoomed in on the photo, not suddenly, but slowly, as if giving herself a buffer of time.

Just as it was zoomed in to the maximum, a gasp of cold air suddenly came from the crowd.

It was a pair of feet, so white that they could be noticed in the dark, standing on the high diving platform.

"Xiao Ran, she... she really photographed those things." Someone said to himself.

It was another young man besides Wang Qi. His voice sounded very weak.

Jiang Cheng remembered his name was Wen Liangshan.

It seemed that Wen Liangshan's words touched her. Yuan Xiaoyi suddenly raised her head, her eyes filled with bloodshot eyes, "I know you might not believe it if I tell you, but every day at dawn... every day at dawn I receive messages from them, and the content is all the same!"

"They are all photos, of the swimming pool, the library, the abandoned playground, the medical building, and the sculpture hall!"

"And do you know what, every time I wake up, these photos will disappear again, as if nothing ever happened."

"Unless I keep recalling, forcing myself to recall what they looked like, what they said to me, the photos can appear briefly, but then they disappear again."

"I'm going crazy because of them!" Yuan Xiaoyi grabbed her hair painfully, and a few strands had already been torn off between her fingers, "They are blaming me, blaming me for letting them go to such dangerous places!"

"The only thing I can do now is to find them and prove that they existed in this world."

"I can feel that they are not dead, they are just hidden, hidden by those terrifying things, in a place that is difficult to find, waiting for me to save them."

"If I forget them too, then they are really dead!" Yuan Xiaoyi was already a little hysterical.

It seemed that the torment she had suffered during this period was beyond their imagination. During the day, she was regarded as a delusion by the people around her, and at night, she was tortured by photos.

Today, they had obtained enough information. If they asked any more questions, everyone was worried that Yuan Xiaoyi would collapse, so after a simple comfort, they said goodbye hastily.

It was still early, so everyone took the opportunity to walk around the campus, which was also a way to learn more about the world they had come to.

Fatty was still full of longing for the university campus, but Jiang Cheng shattered his dreams with a few words, and then took out the swimming pool and the medical building to scare him. He also said gloomily that the school might be built on a cemetery to suppress the wronged souls, so a school was built on it.

Jiang Cheng had a special talent for telling stories, and he even brought his own sound effects from time to time, which made Fatty stunned. Even Wen Liangshan shrank his neck, with a mournful face, begging him not to say it.

"Be serious. The more you are like this, the more it shows that you are afraid in your heart." Shen Mengyun couldn't stand it and reminded him.

Hearing this, Jiang Cheng paused, his face flushed slightly, and retorted, "Nonsense, I'm not!"

Knowing that Jiang Cheng was unreliable, Shen Mengyun was too lazy to pay attention to him, so she walked up to the middle-aged man, and the two of them walked and discussed the next task.

After Jiang Cheng saw it, he shamelessly leaned forward again.

Just as they turned a corner and passed in front of a teaching building, they happened to meet someone coming out of the front door, and the two groups collided head-on.

After a while, everyone's faces became wonderful.

This person was none other than the old professor whose class they had crashed earlier.

The old professor was dressed plainly, holding a cloth bag in his hand, and a yellow compass ruler was exposed inside. When he saw Jiang Cheng and others, the old professor's eyes also became wonderful.

Jiang Cheng's heart skipped a beat, "Oh shit, it's over!"

But it was too late to turn around and run now. Jiang Cheng took the lead and bowed deeply to the old professor, "Hello, Professor. Your lecture on fluid dynamics today was very wonderful. The student has benefited a lot."

The old professor adjusted his reading glasses and looked Jiang Cheng up and down, then said seriously, "You're welcome, Director. Please get up quickly."

Everyone: "???"

Fatty widened his eyes, "......I didn't expect him to be an old lecher."

Unexpectedly, Jiang Cheng's face didn't turn red and his heart didn't beat faster. After getting up, he said very naturally, "I'm sorry for making you laugh, Professor, but the student is really angry. Why is your class so wonderful, but the students below are so neglectful of you?"

"I apologize to you for my reckless behavior, but if I encounter the same thing again next time, I still can't bear it. Please understand."

Shen Mengyun's eyes changed when she looked at Jiang Cheng.

The professor looked at Jiang Cheng with an indescribable look. After about 4 or 5 seconds, the professor opened the cloth bag, took out a black, somewhat old notebook from it, and took out a pen with the other hand, "What's your name?"

Everyone looked at Jiang Cheng with pity. It seemed that he was going to be unlucky. Among them, Wen Liangshan showed a gloating expression.

Jiang Cheng took a deep breath, putting on a look of composure, as if he would never regret it even if he was beheaded: "Answering the professor, the student is Wen Liangshan."

Wen Liangshan: "I * your *!"

But before Wen Liangshan could take any further action, he was controlled by Fatty and Huai Yi, one on the left and one on the right, and then his mouth was covered and dragged to the back.

Fortunately, the old professor's attention was focused on Jiang Cheng, and he didn't care about what happened around him.

Just after recording Jiang Cheng's name, the old professor put away his notebook and nodded to Jiang Cheng, "Child, you are very courageous. I admire you very much. You have a spirit that is very lacking in today's society."

"I can see that you are an honest person and can't learn the ways of deceiving and concealing from superiors in society. I happen to need an assistant to help me with some auxiliary work. I think your character is just right."

"If you agree, I will report your name. After becoming my assistant, I will issue you a certificate, which will make things much easier for you at school." The old professor's eyes were full of appreciation as he looked at Jiang Cheng, "What do you think?"

Jiang Cheng hesitated.

"You don't want to?" The old professor was a little surprised. Many people were breaking their heads to grab this errand.

But he was not someone who would force others to do something they didn't want to do. Seeing that Jiang Cheng didn't say anything, he packed up his things and prepared to leave.

But just as he turned around, a hand suddenly grabbed his arm.

"Professor." Jiang Cheng's eyes slowly turned red, and his voice was hoarse, "I just want to explain to you that you must use the name Jiang Cheng when you register. Wen Liangshan is my stage name. I just said it casually."

"You also have a stage name?" The old professor adjusted his glasses and didn't dwell on the name issue, but asked in surprise, "Do you have any special talents?"

"It's okay. My family has taught me since I was a child that it's always good to have more skills." Jiang Cheng said obediently.