Chapter 19 Contradiction

All the way, the team was quiet.

Zhou Taifu, wrapped in borrowed clothes, walked on the right side of the team, occasionally stealing glances at Zhen Jianren beside him.

The latter's face was ashen, and he didn't say a word.

In stark contrast was Jiang Cheng.

He walked at the very front, head held high, clearing the way for everyone.

The fatty followed closely behind him with small, quick steps.

Yu Wen and Zhang Yinyin hung back at the rear of the team, neither too close nor too far.

The former was slightly better.

The latter's temperament had undergone a tremendous change, the sense of fragility gone, replaced by a pair of cold eyes.

The situation was more complicated than expected, and she couldn't determine how much of Jiang Cheng's narrative was true and how much was false.

But she was sure that the portrait and the ghost should be real.

Especially that ghost hand...

She still remembered that when she heard that the ghost hand was twice the size of a normal person's, Zhen Jianren, who had been in the upper hand, instantly wilted.

That rampant energy suddenly dissipated, and the fear in his eyes almost solidified.

This was very intriguing.

Zhang Yinyin guessed there were only two possibilities:

The first was that Zhen Jianren and Luo Yi had gathered some information about the female ghost through some unknown means.

Thus, they learned that the female ghost's right hand was different from ordinary people.

Of course, they had no intention of sharing this crucial information.

The second, and more direct, point was that they... might have seen this ghost.

That's why they knew the ghost's physical characteristics.

Zhang Yinyin's eyes gradually moved to Zhen Jianren's back, her eyes becoming colder.

Could it be...

On him?

......

When the three groups acted separately, they each received a notice.

At 2:00 PM, the second rehearsal.

They were still required to be present for filming.

The location remained the same.

Music classroom in Block C.

Now the group was on their way to Block C.

Of the survivors, only Luo Yi was missing.

According to Zhen Jianren, he had gone to the archives alone to look for clues about the female ghost.

Before they even reached Block C, they saw a figure in the distance.

The person stood in front of the entrance to Block C, pacing back and forth, looking very nervous.

The fatty had good eyesight and was the first to see the person clearly.

It was a woman.

"You've finally arrived," the woman said as she hurried to meet Jiang Cheng and the others as they approached. She was the rehearsal coordinator they had met before.

According to Yu Wen, her name was Feng Lan.

"One of your friends had a conflict with the security guards," Feng Lan said anxiously, "Now he's been taken into custody, and the school is preparing to call the police."

"Luo Yi?"

"I don't know his name," Feng Lan looked very anxious, explaining the situation while urging everyone to go upstairs, "He's wearing a hat and has a few scars on his forehead."

It was undoubtedly Luo Yi...

Except for him, everyone who could breathe was here.

"What was the dispute about?" Zhen Jianren asked knowingly.

After all, Luo Yi was on his side, whether as a companion or as a shield.

He wouldn't give him up unless absolutely necessary.

"I'm not sure of the details," Feng Lan's mind wasn't on this at all, and her answer was vague, "But I heard he stole something. A student who happened to pass by discovered it and called the security office."

Speaking of this, she seemed a little hesitant, and said in a strange tone, "He was caught on the 5th floor of Building B. Logically speaking, there are only a few empty classrooms there that are used to store old files. No one has been there for years. What was he doing there?"

No one answered the question.

"Where are they now?" Jiang Cheng asked.

"3rd floor of Block C," Feng Lan led the way, not looking back, "Room 304."

Everyone paused.

At this moment, they had reached a room on the right side of the corridor.

Even if Feng Lan didn't say it, they saw the sign hanging on the door.

Blue background, white letters.

It read the three numbers 304.

Judging from the layout, it was an office.

But the most impressive thing was that it had appeared in the story told by Yu Wen.

Standing here, they could clearly hear the sound of arguing coming from inside.

"How many times do I have to say it before you understand?"

Someone roared.

It was accompanied by the sound of someone slapping the table, followed by the sound of tables and chairs colliding. The scene was very intense.

Zhen Jianren's expression froze.

It was indeed Luo Yi's voice.

"You guys go in and explain," Feng Lan stood in front of the door and said, looking back, "Once the police arrive, things will get troublesome."

The people inside seemed to have noticed someone coming and looked towards the door in unison.

It was indeed an office.

The style was relatively old.

Several dark solid wood tables were joined together in pairs, allowing three or four teachers to work side by side at the same time.

The tables were mostly messy, piled with textbooks and teaching materials.

On the floor, near the corner, were several large cardboard boxes.

They could see that the boxes contained unopened performance costumes.

Luo Yi was sitting on a chair behind the table, next to the cardboard boxes. Three burly middle-aged women were sitting and standing.

What they had in common was the fierce expressions on their faces and the security uniforms they were wearing.

"Teacher Feng, who are these people..." the leading middle-aged woman asked in an unfriendly tone.

"These are all photographers hired by the school to film the anniversary celebration," Feng Lan immediately introduced, "This gentleman is also one of them. I think there must be some misunderstanding between you."

"It's just a misunderstanding!" Luo Yi became more agitated when he saw someone had arrived, "I just needed to pee and was looking for the restroom. Who knew I would accidentally wander in there."

The leading woman sneered and asked, "There are so many restrooms downstairs. Why did you have to go there?"

"I..."

The argument inside was in full swing, but the strange thing was that Jiang Cheng and his group outside the door had no intention of entering to help. They didn't even say a word of comfort.

More precisely, they didn't make any sound.

They just stood there silently, watching coldly.

"You..." Feng Lan frowned and couldn't help but urge, "Why don't you go in and help him?"

She was met with cold gazes.

And a long silence.

Cold sweat... trickled down the fatty's swollen cheeks.

But he didn't dare to move.

The people inside seemed to have not expected such a scene, and even the sound of arguing gradually subsided.

Two groups of people... were separated by a door.

Looking at each other.

Slowly, Jiang Cheng moved.

He opened his bag and took out his camera, aimed it at the door, and before the people inside could react—

"Click."

He took a picture.

The next moment, everyone gathered around the camera.

The camera in Jiang Cheng's hand was given to him by the old man in the equipment room, and its function was clear.

It could photograph ghosts.

The resulting photo was very clear. After seeing the photo, everyone's faces gradually returned to normal.

The fatty exhaled a breath of turbid air, raised his hand, and wiped the cold sweat from his cheeks.

The people in the photo were all normal. There was nothing strange hidden.

The leading security woman even widened her eyes, seemingly not understanding why they were doing this.