Chapter 39 Behind the Door

Something was right behind the door!

This discovery sent a chill down Jiang Cheng and Fatty's spines.

Thoughts raced through Jiang Cheng's mind. His first thought was how long had that thing been behind the door? Perhaps... it had noticed them the moment they arrived.

That thing... had been waiting for them to approach.

"Doctor," Fatty said, desperately trying to suppress the fear in his heart, but his 200-plus-pound body trembled uncontrollably, "Could it be... is it... Chen Yao? Is she waiting for us?!"

His teeth chattered, and his words were jumbled.

"Should we go back?" Fatty looked at Jiang Cheng beside him, his sense of security completely shattered. "We're doomed if we go in tonight. The ghost has already found us."

"Won't you die tomorrow then?" Jiang Cheng turned to look at Fatty, whose eyes were filled with nothing but fear, the last vestiges of reason completely drowned out.

Jiang Cheng disliked these kinds of people and couldn't understand them.

In his eyes, danger and fear were two different things. Danger referred to the thing itself, while fear was the attitude one had towards it.

But... fear wouldn't eliminate danger; on the contrary, it would only become an obstacle to overcoming it.

Therefore, Jiang Cheng almost never experienced fear. Even if there was a trace of it, he would suppress it, and he would never allow his fear to affect the thinking of others in the team.

This wasn't emotional release.

It was murder.

"You go back," Jiang Cheng said to Fatty, "I'm staying here."

"You're not leaving?" Fatty seemed surprised. The situation was obvious: the ghost was right behind the door and was already prepared.

If ghosts had weapons, he could imagine the ghost gleefully wielding a sharpened broadsword behind the door.

"The sky won't brighten again, so there's no tomorrow for me," Jiang Cheng said calmly. "I won't stop you if you want to leave, and since I'm here, the ghost won't look for you for now, so you can safely return to the dorm and have one last peaceful sleep."

"Last..." This word instinctively made Fatty's heart tighten.

If he left Jiang Cheng, or if Jiang Cheng really died here, then he would be alone... Fatty swallowed, and figured he would die however the ghost wanted him to.

He just wasn't sure if he would become the ghost's chosen child, as Jiang Cheng had said, first imprisoned, then having his limbs torn off, and then hung upside down from the flagpole to relieve boredom.

"So..." Jiang Cheng stepped out from behind the low wall. In the slightly reddish light, his eyes seemed to be flowing with light as he looked at Fatty and asked softly, "What's your decision?"

Fatty took a deep breath and said firmly, "I'm with you, Doctor."

The two of them approached the gate one after the other. On the way, Fatty suggested in a low voice that they find a remote place to climb over, as going in so brazenly was really...

"If the ghost has already discovered us, then we'll encounter it no matter where we enter," Jiang Cheng replied briefly, "And we're not familiar with the terrain if we climb over."

Jiang Cheng's words were easy to understand. Fatty thought for a few seconds and then relaxed. Encountering a ghost in a remote, dark, and unfamiliar terrain would probably be even more dangerous.

The closer they got to the gate, the stronger the unease in Fatty's heart became, but when he glanced at Jiang Cheng beside him, he suddenly felt less afraid.

Standing in front of the gate, Jiang Cheng seemed to be sensing the aura inside. He didn't move, and his breathing seemed to have calmed down.

Fatty noticed a damaged area in the middle of the wooden door. He held his breath and looked closely. It was a keyhole, probably for a lock that had been on the door before, but had been removed for some reason.

The keyhole remained.

Fatty took a deep breath and couldn't resist his curiosity about what was behind the door. He slowly moved closer. Strangely, his large body didn't make a sound.

He swallowed and steadied his mind.

The terrifying images he had imagined—a female ghost with disheveled hair or a black shadow with a gaping mouth—didn't appear.

The courtyard of the equipment center seemed to be covered in a layer of fog. The fog was thick, white, and hazy, and nothing could be seen clearly.

"But..." Fatty paused. "Why is there a faint yellow color in this fog, and countless dense red lines?"

The more he looked, the stranger it seemed, and he couldn't help but move closer.

Suddenly, the thick fog in the courtyard trembled.

Then it suddenly receded, and dim red light shone in.

The thick fog retreated further and further, and Fatty could see more and more clearly. His small eyes went from confusion to horror, and finally to utter terror.

The fear in his heart exploded in an instant, snapping the nerves that Fatty thought he had adjusted.

There was no fog at all.

It was a pair of white eyes filled with hatred and jealousy!

It was... the ghost's eyes.

The milky, yellowish pupils were covered with blood vessels!

The thing behind the door was just maintaining the same posture as Fatty, peering out of the keyhole, separated only by this rusty iron door!

"Ah! Ah, ah...!" Fatty was so frightened by the sudden scene that he almost lost his soul. He sat down on the ground, his two sausage-like legs kicking back desperately, his mind filled with only one thought.

Escape!

Escape as far as possible!

Even if he died tomorrow, it would be better than dying in the hands of a ghost now!

But to Fatty's surprise, Jiang Cheng stepped forward quickly and pushed the door open.

The door had a lock and of course, couldn't be pushed open.

But because the chain wasn't as secure as it looked, a gap the size of a human head appeared between the two doors. Through the gap, Jiang Cheng finally saw the true face of the guy behind the door.

Even a calm person like him couldn't help but feel a ripple in his heart.

It was a man, limping on one leg and using a cane for support.

His head was tilted to one side, and half of his body stood uncoordinated. His clothes fit him well but were extremely old, like a long-sealed rag doll.

It was the manager of the equipment center, and also Li Yanwei's fiancé, Chen Yu.

He was a survivor of the incident 10 years ago, and also the intersection of all known clues.

Finally, Jiang Cheng's gaze fell on Chen Yu's face.

His face was abnormally pale. Although he had noticed this during the day, his face at this moment was a kind of whiteness that was completely different from ordinary people.

A bloodless, deathly pale.

Even more terrifying were his eyes!

The black pupils had almost disappeared, and the eye sockets were filled with milky yellow, turbid whites. Dense blood vessels covered them, and his eyes were filled with endless resentment.

Could this still be called a person?

Su Yu... was he the real ghost?!

They had been set up...

Fatty's mind was in turmoil. Just as he was about to faint, he saw Su Yu rushing over in an extremely eerie manner, like a lame spider...