"Possibly."

"Mr. Jiang," Shen Mengyun looked at him, as if still troubled by the earlier events, "According to you, what happened to those missing girls?"

"I mean... their identities." As if unsure of her phrasing, Shen Mengyun added.

Based on what Jiang Cheng had just said, Shen Mengyun also realized that these girls were probably not simply missing. They could hide in corresponding urban legends to avoid the pursuit of the tracking ghost.

From this perspective, they should also be similar to the ghosts in urban legends, or rather, things derived from a certain urban legend.

In short, she agreed with Jiang Cheng on one point: these missing girls were definitely not human.

At least not "human" as they defined it within their realm of understanding.

But this time she didn't get an answer. Jiang Cheng hesitated for a moment, then simply looked up at the door and said, "Let's go. It's not safe here."

The two of them left the bathroom.

Everything went smoothly until they completely climbed out of the women's restroom window. Only then did the heart that Shen Mengyun had been holding finally settle.

But just as she was about to continue the previous conversation, suddenly, a figure flashed out from behind a tree not far away.

The figure just looked at them without speaking, as if confirming their identities.

"Wang Qi," Shen Mengyun recognized the figure.

About half a minute later, both sides confirmed each other's identities. When Wang Qi approached, Shen Mengyun noticed that the man was indeed a bit disheveled.

His clothes were torn in several places, and there were several white patches on his body, as if he had rubbed against a white wall.

However, Wang Qi's expression was still the same, as if he didn't care. He patted his clothes while staring at Jiang Cheng, and grinned, "Mr. Jiang, I knew you'd come."

"The notebook?" Jiang Cheng raised his chin, not bothering with pleasantries.

Hearing the word "notebook," the expression on Wang Qi's face finally changed. As if recalling the scene from not long ago, he stared at the two in front of him and said in a strange tone, "If the notebook were in my hands, do you think you'd still have a chance to see me?"

Seeing that Wang Qi was the only one who had appeared, Shen Mengyun asked with unease, "What about Gao Yan?"

"That ghost disguised itself as you, Miss Shen, and then attacked us in the warehouse. Gao Yan and I got separated. Before we split up, I noticed Gao Yan secretly stuffed the notebook into his clothes." As he said this, Wang Qi's gaze towards Shen Mengyun was a bit strange, and his tone was different.

Of course, Shen Mengyun understood that Wang Qi was questioning how a ghost could have infiltrated their group when they had clearly picked her up from room 107 in the dormitory and hadn't separated along the way.

In response, Jiang Cheng offered an explanation on Shen Mengyun's behalf.

As for whether Wang Qi believed it or not, that was his problem.

After all this commotion, the sky gradually brightened. One moment it was still that hazy kind of light, but the next moment, as if the dark clouds had dispersed, the sunlight immediately poured down.

Just as it became completely light, various sounds began to come from the surroundings.

There was the sound of car horns from far away, and the "clanging" sound from the student dormitory building not far away.

In short, the silence was broken, and the entire Jiangtan University "woke up."

This scene also made them more deeply aware of the strangeness of this place.

Worried that standing there like fools would attract trouble, the group had no choice but to return to the dormitory first. Fatty and Huai Yi were obediently waiting in the room.

After coming out, and seeing that only Jiang Cheng, Wang Qi, and Shen Mengyun remained, the two of them looked a little unnatural.

They knew that Gao Yan was probably dead.

Along the way, Jiang Cheng briefly told them what had happened not long ago. When he heard that the female corpse found at the abandoned playground didn't match the running shoes in the warehouse, Huai Yi's expression changed slightly. He quickly reacted and said, "So those girls aren't students here, which explains why no one in the school remembers them."

"Mm," Jiang Cheng nodded, then said, "Something very special must have happened in the warehouse that night."

"Someone smashed the mirror, which seems like an attempt to stop some kind of ritual," Huai Yi stroked his chin, tilted his head to look at Jiang Cheng, and continued.

"Was it... Yuan Xiaoyi?" Shen Mengyun habitually looked at Jiang Cheng, "Could she have been the one who smashed the mirror?"

"It's related to her, but I feel like there was more than just her. Cleaning up the scene and moving those heavy objects used for cover, the workload is too much for her alone," Jiang Cheng replied.

"That's easy to explain. Yuan Xiaoyi was in charge of the ritual, while someone else was in charge of cleaning up the scene," Wang Qi said casually.

He seemed to have forgotten how disheveled he had been not long ago.

"You're right," Jiang Cheng didn't mind his attitude. He only cared about the truth.

Yuan Xiaoyi had class this morning, so they agreed to meet in the small woods later in the evening, hoping she would bring them new information.

The current clues were scattered, and further discussion wouldn't lead to any substantial progress, so everyone decided to calm down.

"Let's go eat first," Fatty suggested weakly.

No matter what happened, they had to eat. And aside from being in a mission, the quality of the food at Jiangtan University was quite good.

Before Jiang Cheng had even finished breakfast, he received a call from Professor Wu.

After Jiang Cheng answered the phone, Fatty, who was sitting across from him and peeling a tea egg, noticed that the doctor's expression had changed.

After hanging up, Jiang Cheng looked at everyone and suddenly said, "They found Gao Yan."

"Found him?" Shen Mengyun's eyes paused, and then an ominous premonition struck. In her subconscious, Gao Yan's death was probably extremely gruesome.

Jiang Cheng stood up and responded, "Let's go. He's in the school clinic."

"He's not dead?" Huai Yi asked in surprise, obviously thinking the same thing as Shen Mengyun.

"Not yet."

As soon as they stepped into the corridor, before they had a chance to ask which room the school clinic was in, they heard arguing from afar.

Following the sound, they found that the clinic door was closed. Through the glass window in the door, they could see Gao Yan lying on a bed, covered with a white blanket, with his head wrapped like a rice dumpling, hooked up to an IV drip.

Two people in security uniforms stood opposite him, arguing with him. Both sides seemed to have bad tempers.

"You are..." Just as Jiang Cheng was listening, a voice suddenly came from behind. He turned around and saw a woman in a white coat.

The woman was very young, probably in her early twenties, with a youthful look that hadn't faded from her face. She was looking at them with a puzzled expression, apparently the school doctor.

"Hello, senior," Jiang Cheng said. Jiangtan University had its own medical school, and since the woman was so young, it was likely that she was an intern from the medical school.