Or could there be other secrets hidden in this Block C?

Neither possibility was good news for them.

He couldn't understand why the ghost was targeting him instead of Jiang Cheng, the fatty.

"Don't think too much," Yu Wen said, staring cautiously at the path ahead. "From now on, don't touch anything except what's absolutely necessary."

"But…" Zhou Taifu, having barely recovered from his fear, still looked pale. "There are some places we have to…"

Yu Wen winked at Zhou Taifu, who followed her gaze and noticed a small, thin figure.

Feng Lan, who was walking in front, held her phone in one hand for light and whispered, "Miss Yu, Mr. Zhou, it's dark ahead. Watch your step."

"You should worry about yourself…" Zhou Taifu muttered under his breath, just loud enough for the two of them to hear.

"Creak—"

"Creak—"

From the women's restroom at the intersection of two hallways, a scraping sound echoed intermittently.

The sound wasn't loud, but strangely, it possessed an indescribable power.

It was the kind of sound that made you feel like even your soul would slip away.

A silent breeze swept through the restroom, and a black leather cord forgotten on the edge of the sink twitched, then rolled. Just as it was about to fall,

it stopped eerily in mid-air.

As if an invisible hand had caught it.

A few minutes earlier, Yu Wen, Zhou Taifu, and Feng Lan had hurriedly left.

But if they hadn't been in such a rush and had paid closer attention, they would have noticed that while the two women had indeed left, Zhou Taifu…

The sky gradually darkened, and the women's restroom became increasingly blurred, all objects turning into deep black outlines.

It was as if everything had been crushed and remolded into darkness.

A glimmer of light spilled across the mirror, reflecting a glint of cold steel—a dagger.

The dagger was in the mirror.

Held in the hand of a shadowy figure whose face was obscured.

......

The fatty stared at the only man in the file, his mind filled with countless infuriating scenes.

The deceased ballet student, the missing male teacher, the students who graduated after only a few months, the school's name change, the cancellation of the dance department, the lifeless and joyless atmosphere of the graduation photos…

Simply piecing these clues together pointed to a tragedy.

"Doctor," the fatty said, his voice heavy, "I think the male teacher must have done something to the girl, and she, unable to bear the humiliation, committed suicide. Now she's returned as a ghost to seek revenge."

"Such a scandalous event would have a significant impact on the school's reputation and enrollment, so they canceled the dance department to prevent it from happening again. The enrolled students were hastily graduated, and later, they even changed the school's name."

"That would explain why we haven't seen a single man in the school. They probably stopped hiring male teachers after that incident," the fatty said, seemingly remembering something else. He looked up at Jiang Cheng and said immediately, "Also, Doctor, do you remember that the school's security department is staffed entirely by women, and so is the cafeteria?"

"Apart from us, everyone here is a woman," the fatty licked his lips. "This is an ocean of women."

Jiang Cheng tilted his head, looking at the fatty with an expression that made him feel uneasy.

"Doctor," the fatty said, holding the file folder and swallowing nervously. "Just say what you want to say. Don't look at me like that. My back hurts."

"Why are you licking your lips?" Jiang Cheng asked seriously.

The fatty was completely bewildered. He frowned, his chubby face squeezing together. "Doctor, what are you talking about?"

"I'm saying, why are you licking your lips when you talk about how this school is full of women?" Jiang Cheng said.

"Am I?" The fatty was taken aback.

"Yes," Jiang Cheng nodded. "If you don't believe me, say that sentence about it being an ocean of women again."

"Apart from us, everyone here is a woman. This is an ocean of women," the fatty said, pausing before licking his lips again.

"See!" Jiang Cheng said. "You licked them again!"

Fatty: "…Doctor, I don't think now is the time to discuss whether or not I'm licking my lips. We're facing a serious situation. Something terrible must have happened to that girl, causing her to be filled with such resentment."

Jiang Cheng shook his head and said, "That's not right."

"Not right?" The fatty's gaze towards Jiang Cheng changed. The latter's perspective on events was unique, and the fatty felt that he must have discovered something.

The fatty lowered his head, and asked tentatively, "Doctor, do you think the problem isn't with the girl?"

"No," Jiang Cheng still shook his head, "I'm saying that what you said earlier wasn't right."

"Can't you let go of the lip-licking thing?" the fatty asked, staring at Jiang Cheng defiantly.

"No, the sentence before that."

"The sentence before that?" The fatty blinked and slowly said, "Apart from us, everyone here is a woman, this is an ocean of…"

"Okay, that's enough," Jiang Cheng interrupted. He leaned forward and said in a very peculiar tone, "This school isn't full of women. Besides us, there's one more man."

The fatty was silent for a moment, then a wizened, pale face suddenly appeared in his mind.

There was indeed one more man.

But he had almost instinctively ignored him, because… that man was too old, and missing a leg. Even if time was turned back 10 years, he would still be too old.

Completely lacking the motive and the ability to commit the crime.

"Doctor," the fatty said, looking embarrassed, "do you think that person… could still… could still…"

"Who knows?" Jiang Cheng spread out his hands. "I developed late. I'm still in puberty, just getting pimples. Maybe he developed even later than me. Although he looks old, maybe he's just a late bloomer."

The fatty immediately said, "Doctor, that's just grasping at straws. I think there's only one weirdo like you who develops late in a hundred years. Don't think too highly of him."

"Besides, if he had half your cunning, he wouldn't have ended up like this," the fatty said with certainty.

Unfortunately, the man in the photo was standing in a relatively remote position, and the quality of the equipment and shooting conditions at the time were poor, so the man's face was not clear. Only a vague outline could be seen.

With only these clues, there was no point in continuing the discussion. So, after putting away the camera and taking the file folder, they prepared to leave.

After checking, the camera only had 10 percent battery left, and the battery indicator was already red. It probably wouldn't last long.

Moreover, after rummaging through the camera bag, they couldn't find the camera charger.

"Let's go," Jiang Cheng said, putting away the camera and patting the camera bag. "It looks like we have to go to the equipment room. Maybe we can find a charger from the old man."

"Doctor, what I admire most about you is your optimism," the fatty muttered, following closely behind Jiang Cheng. "I'm just afraid we'll end up getting ourselves caught instead of getting a charger."

Jiang Cheng stopped abruptly.

The fatty tilted his head in confusion and looked forward. The door had already been pushed open by Jiang Cheng, but the scene outside the door shocked him.