Chapter 1 According to the Records

According to the records, the dance department of the class of '09 had only two classes.

One class had 11 students, and the second class had only 9.

Just as Fatty was checking the information of the first class, Jiang Cheng reached out, turned a few pages, and went directly to the position of the second class.

The first class majored in modern dance.

The second class was ballet.

At the very front was a group photo.

The second class had a total of 9 students, all of them girls.

At that time, they were still very young, all of them new students who had just entered the school, their eyes full of longing for the future.

The 9 girls squatted in the first row, wearing ballet costumes, doing the standard one-line splits, with several teachers standing behind them.

Looking at the background, it should be in the practice room, with a full-length mirror as big as a wall behind them.

There was also a row of ballet barres in front of the mirror.

The photo looked very ordinary, and nothing special was noticed.

Turning to the back were the students' specific information.

But the file that should have had 9 pages only had 8 pages left.

The last page had been torn off, with jagged teeth remaining at the root.

"Why is there one page missing?" Fatty asked bluntly, his eyebrows jumping.

Obviously, this page was deliberately torn off, and Fatty's first reaction was Luo Yi.

Soon Fatty turned to the last page, which was another group photo.

Below the group photo was a row of small characters. Fatty leaned forward to see what was written on it.

Class Two, Classical Ballet Major, Dance Department, Class of '09 Graduation Souvenir.

The shooting time displayed in the lower right corner was December '09.

Graduation...

Fatty stared at these two words, and after a long while, he suddenly widened his eyes.

"Doctor!" He turned his head and exclaimed, "This is not right! They are students of the class of '09, which means that this batch of freshmen only entered school in '09, how could they graduate in the same year?"

After speaking, he suddenly stopped, and then, as if he had thought of something, he instantly looked at the position of the desk.

There was a desk calendar on it.

The last date on the calendar was also December of '09.

Could it be...

"Continue," Jiang Cheng walked over, interrupting Fatty's thoughts.

The latter turned his attention back to the booklet in his hand.

At first glance, there was nothing wrong with this graduation photo, but slowly, Fatty's expression became more and more strange.

This was a graduation photo, but there were only eight students left on it.

Needless to say, the missing girl should be the one whose file was torn off.

Fatty obviously thought of this too, and used his hand to clip the two group photos before and after, and quickly compared the "disappeared" girl.

She was a girl with a sweet smile, and even though she was still young, it was not difficult to see that she was a beauty.

Given time, she would definitely grow into someone enviable.

Jiang Cheng took out his camera and took pictures of all the useful information.

"Doctor," Fatty frowned and said, "I think this missing girl should be the ghost in the mission. She died because of some accident, and after death, her obsession remained, and she turned into a ghost."

Jiang Cheng put down the camera, and after a while, said, "Is it just her alone?"

Fatty was stunned, and then, as if he suddenly realized something, he held the two group photos in his hand, and gradually, his face became ugly.

In the group photo... besides this girl, there was also a man who had disappeared.

He was also the only man who had appeared in the group photo.

He stood in the corner of the last row.

Not eye-catching.

Judging from his dress, he was a teacher.

......

"Miss Yu," Feng Lan's voice came, with a strange feeling, "Is that thing so important? We... we can wait before going..."

It could be heard that she was even a little scared.

Yu Wen and Zhou Taifu followed behind her, and only the sound of a few people's footsteps echoed in the empty corridor.

They were walking up the stairs.

In Block C.

"Sorry to trouble you," Yu Wen said, "During the rehearsal last time, we accidentally lost a lens, it should be in the music classroom."

Her voice sounded modest and polite, but with a vague sense of alienation.

After hearing this, Feng Lan showed a trace of embarrassment on her face, but she didn't say anything more.

They didn't find anything in the archives, so the two had to come to the music classroom in Block C to look for clues. For safety reasons, Yu Wen called Feng Lan.

Firstly, she was a teacher here and was more familiar with the place.

More importantly, she could also be used to explore dangerous places.

Looking at Feng Lan's fearful and restrained appearance, Zhou Taifu, who was walking next to the wall, couldn't help but find it funny.

He had long seen that this female teacher named Feng Lan had a subtle emotion towards his lover, Yu Wen...

Because of her experiences, Yu Wen had a unique heroic spirit, and now that she had short hair, she looked even more capable.

The first time he entered Feng Lan's dormitory, he noticed the many posters on the wall.

But unlike most young women who like to hang posters of their favorite male stars, Feng Lan's walls were covered with posters of female stars.

And they were all of the more niche variety.

Short hair, capable, and heroic spirit were the main themes here.

The profile of one of the posters was eighty to ninety percent similar to Yu Wen.

If the above was still a guess, then the gift of a mobile phone and the willingness to bring them to the music classroom in Block C alone could not be explained by simple goodwill that stopped at propriety.

Since they entered Block C, they hadn't seen a single person.

Zhou Taifu stared at the doors that were ajar as they passed by, and suddenly had an ominous premonition in his heart, "Teacher Feng," he lowered his voice, "Are there no classes being taught here today?"

It was far from dark yet, and it was too quiet here.

"I don't know," Feng Lan looked very nervous. She reached for the key in her pocket, but the rattling sound of the key startled her.

"The class schedule is arranged by other teachers," she clutched the key, only caring about walking with her head down, only wanting to find the lost lens quickly and leave this place.

"But..." Feng Lan hesitated for a second, then turned her head and said to herself in a puzzled tone, "It's a little strange, today here... seems different."