Chapter 11 Again

"Again," Jiang Cheng smiled, using one hand to lift the strap of his camera bag, and said, "Is it really necessary for Chen Yao to force her teacher in this way? Willing to gamble her reputation, even her life?"

He shook his head. "Come on, this is reality, not some cheesy, brainless Mary Sue novel."

Just as Fatty was about to jump in and sing Jiang Cheng's praises, the latter continued, "You've seen Chen Yao's looks and figure, she's barely good enough for me, and what about Su Yu? I'm a man who works the night shift at a karaoke bar, and I'm the top guy in the high-end group..."

"Doctor!" Fatty couldn't help but cover his mouth. "There are no outsiders here, so stop acting, okay?"

Jiang Cheng pouted in dissatisfaction.

"Okay, what's the fourth point?" Fatty took out his small notebook, held it in his hand, and recorded as he walked.

The small pen looked even more petite in his fat hand.

"Humph," Jiang Cheng hummed. "This fourth point is amazing, it's also the most important point," he lowered his voice. "Li Yanwei said that she later transferred to the ballet class, do you remember?"

Fatty thought for a moment, then nodded. "That's right, she did say that."

"Have you ever wondered why she transferred classes?"

"It should be for Su Yu," Fatty scratched his chin with the other end of the pen, and said without hesitation, "If my boyfriend was being seduced like that every day, I would have to go and keep an eye on him myself to feel at ease."

Jiang Cheng was stunned for a moment, then subtly took a step to the left, widening the distance between himself and Fatty.

"But Li Yanwei didn't mention this experience after she transferred classes," Jiang Cheng said with a playful tone. "Chen Yao, Li Yanwei, Su Yu, the three of them taking classes together, it must have been lively."

Fatty's pen paused.

"If I remember correctly, Chen Yao committed suicide after Li Yanwei transferred classes, right?"

Jiang Cheng stared at the night ahead, and his tone suddenly became a bit melancholic.

Fatty seemed to have figured something out, and put away his notebook and pen, saying to Jiang Cheng, "Doctor, if that's the case, Chen Yao would definitely not let Li Yanwei off the hook, so are you saying... Li Yanwei... could she already be dead?"

"She's a ghost?" Fatty's voice trembled slightly. "A ghost controlled by Chen Yao, used to deceive us?"

"The purpose is to kill us all!" he added.

After a long while, Jiang Cheng shook his head. "Probably not."

"What's the reason?"

Jiang Cheng stopped and turned to look at Fatty. There was a captivating magic in his eyes, and Fatty didn't dare to breathe.

"We're still alive," Jiang Cheng's voice was even and cold. "That's the reason."

...

No wind, no sound.

There was only cold, silence, and... boundless darkness and fear.

Yu Wen looked around, her throat rolling uncontrollably.

She was lying on the ground, not daring to move.

Zhou Taifu's guess was correct. Yu Wen did indeed turn off her phone because she discovered a ghost, then silenced herself and crawled in the dark.

Even more terrifying, when she discovered the ghost, it was silently hanging behind Zhou Taifu.

Moving as Zhou Taifu moved, its body hanging in the air seemed stiff, yet strangely flexible.

Yu Wen asked herself if she loved Zhou Taifu, but that didn't mean she wanted to die with him.

Being targeted by a ghost in a nightmare was almost a guaranteed death, and Yu Wen wouldn't do such a foolish thing as accompanying Zhou Taifu to his death, because it was meaningless.

She believed that even if Zhou Taifu faced the same situation, he would decisively choose to abandon her.

She lay there, watching as the ghost tore off Zhou Taifu's chin, and dragged his unseeing corpse slowly into the mirror.

Tiptoeing, stepping with elegant and noble dance steps.

Like a proud and aloof white swan.

The ghost... disappeared.

It disappeared for a long time.

Now... Yu Wen slowly moved her body, and then got up with extremely light movements.

Without making any sound.

She didn't even disturb the air here.

She bent over, walking towards the door at a faster speed, also tiptoeing, only touching the ground with her toes, trying to make as little noise as possible.

She didn't dare to look at the mirror, fearing it would cause bad things to happen.

She only wanted to escape now.

The farther, the better.

She lowered her head, carefully distinguishing the obstacles under her feet in the dark. Suddenly, she stopped, and on the ground to the side of the mirror, she found a white object.

She had searched here when she came, and there was definitely no such white blob.

Was this... left by the ghost?

Her thoughts were interrupted for a moment. She recalled the moment before Zhou Taifu died, his right arm waving, his body tilting, as if he was about to throw something towards her.

Could it be...

She stared at the white blob at her feet.

Uncontrollably, she bent down and picked it up.

It was a ball of paper.

The feeling and weight in her hand told her this.

Not intending to open it here, she picked it up and left in a hurry.

The door was ajar, and there was no light outside.

She didn't know if Feng Lan had hidden like her after seeing the ghost, or if she had already been killed by the ghost.

Accurately controlling her strength, Yu Wen left here without making much noise with the door, the trouble was the standing water under her feet.

As her shoes moved, there was a constant splashing sound.

Just as she reached the corner, ready to breathe a sigh of relief, the door of a classroom beside her quietly opened, and a hand landed on her shoulder.

If she were on the battlefield, she would have at least 10 ways to deal with the guy who reached out.

But at this moment, she behaved very realistically. She froze on the spot, not daring to move, her whole face losing its color, as white as the paper in her hand.

Until—

"Miss Yu," it was Feng Lan's voice. Her voice was very low, and she was faintly crying, obviously extremely scared, "Just now... behind Mr. Zhou..."

Yu Wen turned around and covered her mouth. "If you want to live, shut your mouth and follow me."

Yu Wen's sudden display of sharpness shocked Feng Lan. The advantage of this was that Feng Lan followed her obediently, not daring to breathe.

The two moved slowly outwards, stepping on the standing water.

The night had completely taken over here, and the black standing water was constantly swirling, as if it were a bottomless sea.

Since when, Yu Wen had a strange feeling in her heart, unrelated to fear, just pure strangeness, as if she had overlooked something very important.

Moreover... that thing was very close to her, especially close.

As if reaching out...

"Splash."

Yu Wen shuddered, and for a moment didn't control the lightness of her steps, and her left foot stepped into the standing water.

She suddenly realized something.

From the moment she left the music classroom until now, she hadn't heard Feng Lan's footsteps at all. Only her own footsteps echoed throughout the corridor.

"Crap..."