Hearing this, Jiang Cheng's face suddenly became unnatural. He fidgeted, his eyes darting around, as if intentionally hiding something.

After a while...

"Hao Shuai," Zhen Jianren sneered, "We're all waiting for you!"

"You're not afraid of danger and didn't go, are you?" Zhou Taifu stared at Jiang Cheng, whose awkward appearance made him feel that his guess was increasingly likely. His voice also grew louder, even a bit harsh. "You promised us!"

At this moment, Yu Wen also spoke. She stared at Jiang Cheng and said slowly, "Both of our teams have completed the task as agreed, Mr. Hao, you should also abide..."

Jiang Cheng's entanglement seemed to finally come to an end. He gritted his teeth and said, "I, Hao Shuai, am a real man. I don't change my name or surname, and I will naturally not shirk what I promised you, but..."

He turned his head to look at Zhen Jianren, and a hint of unbearable pity inadvertently flashed in his expression.

"Alas!" He sighed deeply, then retracted his gaze and slowly shook his head.

Gradually, his eyes also turned red.

Everyone was dumbfounded.

Among them, Zhen Jianren was the most dumbfounded, after all, Jiang Cheng looked at him last.

He suddenly thought of the ominous premonition before he came.

Could it be... that it was coming true here?

"Why are you sighing at me?" Zhen Jianren's heart began to feel vaguely uneasy.

Unexpectedly, at this time, Fatty also came over. He first patted Jiang Cheng on the shoulder to show his comfort.

Then he slowly looked towards Zhen Jianren's position, his eyes full of helplessness.

"Guardian Brother," Fatty said in a painful tone, "Originally, we didn't plan to tell you about this, but since you asked, we won't hide it."

"You..." Fatty bit his lip, "You should prepare yourself mentally first."

The unease in Zhen Jianren's heart was magnified again, but at least he maintained superficial composure.

He didn't understand the meaning of Fatty's words.

He also sincerely distrusted Jiang Cheng and Fatty.

"What exactly do you want to say?" Zhen Jianren frowned and said fiercely, "Speak your mind. I won't fall for your tricks."

Just as Fatty was excitedly about to reveal what Jiang Cheng had said, a hand reached over and blocked Fatty's mouth.

"Let me tell it," Jiang Cheng's face was slightly better, but his tone was still sorrowful.

Zhang Yinyin stared at Jiang Cheng suspiciously, as if trying to see through what was behind that face.

"After we ate breakfast, we came to the equipment center. At that time, the gate was wide open, the yard was empty, the old man was not there, and neither were other people."

"So we quietly sneaked in, wanting to take advantage of the absence of people to find some clues."

"But we looked back and forth in many rooms, and inside were either damaged tables and chairs, or basketballs and volleyballs, until..." Jiang Cheng paused, looking around vigilantly, as if he was on guard, and his voice suddenly lowered, "Until we discovered that room."

Fatty immediately cooperated and shivered, and the entire table began to shake.

With the stories told by Yu Wen and Zhen Jianren as a prelude, the atmosphere became even more eerie...

"What... what room?" Zhen Jianren asked in a low voice.

Jiang Cheng waved his hand, indicating not to interrupt him. He hesitated and said, "That room's location is extremely secretive. We found it by mistake."

He stared blankly ahead, as if recalling, "Actually, we can also say that we found it by following our feelings. When we walked near that room, we would have a sudden palpitation, both Fatty and I."

Hearing this, Fatty shivered even more violently. "Yes, he's right. At that time, that feeling was particularly strange, as if my heart was being lifted up," he said, touching the position of his heart, his expression very serious.

"We went around seven turns and eight turns to that room. There were two chain locks on the door, which looked very old."

Hearing this, Yu Wen asked, "Is it that kind of very thick iron chain? The kind where one ring is linked to another?"

Jiang Cheng nodded to her. "That's right, I think it should be the kind you're talking about."

Yu Wen's face changed, and she didn't continue to say anything.

She suddenly recalled Feng Lan's experience - the two iron chains that locked the gate of Building C.

Could it be... that there was some kind of connection between them?

Jiang Cheng continued to speak.

"The closer we got, the more obvious that feeling of panic became. We gradually lightened our steps, not daring to make a sound."

Jiang Cheng's description was very specific, giving everyone the illusion of being there.

"At this time, we heard an indescribable sound coming from inside."

"Huh?" Zhou Taifu raised his head and said in surprise, "A man and a woman inside?"

"No," Jiang Cheng explained, "There's only one woman inside. I saw it through the crack in the door."

"Or rather, it's more appropriate to say a female student," Jiang Cheng continued, "She was wearing a school uniform, but it was very tattered, and the style was different from the current ones."

"Her hair was scattered on both sides, her back was hunched, and her posture was indescribably strange."

"We didn't dare to approach, so we could only hide behind the door and spy from afar."

"After a while, when the girl left with a pace completely different from ordinary people, we realized that the reason she was looking down was because she was painting a picture."

"Painting?" Zhen Jianren frowned.

"More precisely, it was a portrait," Jiang Cheng lowered his voice, turned to look at Zhen Jianren, and his eyes gradually changed, "The painting is of a person."

"What person?"

"You should ask who?" Jiang Cheng corrected.

Zhen Jianren blinked. He didn't understand what Jiang Cheng meant, but in order to know the outcome, he still unwillingly asked, "Who is it?"

Jiang Cheng took a deep breath. After a few seconds, "The one painted on it... is you."

Like a blockbuster suddenly exploding, everyone's eyes focused on Zhen Jianren's face.

There was surprise, incomprehension, doubt, and even... a hint of schadenfreude.

Extremely rich expressions were superimposed on the faces, even blurring the sense of hierarchy between each other.

But no matter what, it could not conceal the deepest fear...

At this moment, only fear was the purest!

In a remote and dim room, a ghost was painting a portrait for someone stroke by stroke...

Just thinking about it made people shudder.

"Could it be..." Zhou Taifu trembled his lips, looking at Zhen Jianren, "The ghost's next target is him? People who have been painted will die."

Yu Wen and Zhang Yinyin did not express their opinions, but chose to watch coldly.

Zhen Jianren pursed his lips, his face pale as if he was not alive. He stared at Jiang Cheng's eyes, and after a moment...

He suddenly laughed.

It was the kind of laugh that couldn't be held back even after extreme control.

At first, it was relatively muffled, but as the laughter grew louder, it became more and more exaggerated, even starting to be ear-piercing.

His eyes were full of mockery.

At this time, Yu Wen and Zhang Yinyin also realized the problem. The gazes they gave Jiang Cheng gradually turned cold.

Fatty's heart thumped.

Crap...

They were exposed...

Just when Fatty was panicking, he saw Jiang Cheng unhurriedly raise his right hand and say in a slow but firm tone—

"That ghost's right hand is twice the size of mine."

The laughter stopped abruptly.