Qin Jian, outside the door, seemed to have noticed something. His previously dying voice was gone, replaced by a bizarre tone. His voice became increasingly shrill and distorted. "Why won't you open the door?"

"Open the door! Why won't you open the door?!"

In the end, the piercing voice seemed to stab at the eardrums, filled with resentment, distortion, and hatred... countless negative emotions mixed together.

It was now clear that it was a woman's voice, not very old, but filled with monstrous resentment.

"Bang!"

"Bang!"

"Bang!"

......

The sound of pounding on the door grew louder with each hit. One after another, scarlet handprints were left on the snow-white paper door. It seemed that this not-so-sturdy door... wouldn't last much longer.

But Zuo Qing's face showed no sign of fear.

Because they had already seen through the ghost's conspiracy.

According to the rules, the ghost could not break in unless someone inside actively opened the door for her.

Just like Shi Liaozhi, who had already fainted.

Chen Qiang and Zuo Qing huddled behind the door, not saying a word.

Gradually, the shadow on the door also changed, from one to two.

The newly appeared shadow looked much more illusory than the previous one. It was of average height, but its build was unusually wide, almost twice the width of a normal person. It stood a little behind and to the side of the first shadow.

It seemed that the first shadow was indeed Qin Jian. But he was already dead, and standing outside was just his corpse.

And the other shadow was the ghost Yu Qi mentioned.

The ghost was indeed a woman.

A bold, even somewhat chilling idea appeared almost simultaneously in the minds of Chen Qiang and Zuo Qing. The bloated ghost had dragged Qin Jian's body ashore, then stood the corpse in front of the door, stood behind the corpse, grabbed the corpse's hands, and pretended to be Qin Jian pounding on the door.

Tricking them into opening the door.

......

"He's here to find you?"

Hearing Jiang Cheng's voice, Fatty's face showed a slight unnaturalness, but he still nodded and said hesitantly, "Maybe... maybe so."

"What's this all about?" Jiang Cheng glanced at Fatty.

He held a leaf in his hand. The leaf was large, larger than a human hand, and had some sticky stuff on it. He touched it and tilted his head, asking, "This isn't some kind of secret code between you, is it?"

Fatty didn't know how to explain it to Doctor, but he felt that Doctor was overthinking things.

Ten minutes ago, Fatty, who was dozing off, was awakened by a series of knocks.

He rubbed his eyes and looked around. In the dim environment, he suddenly found that Doctor and Xia Meng's beds were empty, and there was no one in the room.

The moment he realized they were gone, Fatty immediately woke up.

He tried his best to suppress the fear in his heart, closed his mouth tightly, and trembled as he got out of bed, pretending to crawl under the bed.

But before he could crawl in, the scene of his first meeting with Doctor involuntarily appeared in his mind. At that time, a ghost had crawled out from under the bed.

Later, when they found Xie Yu again, the latter's death was very touching.

Swallowing, Fatty immediately dared not move.

He was worried that as soon as he crawled in, a ghost waiting to ambush him would be inside.

The next second, just as Fatty was wondering what was going on and where Doctor and Xia Meng had gone, out of the corner of his eye, a hand stretched out from under the bed and quickly covered his mouth before Fatty could react.

Then, in Fatty's terrified eyes, he saw Doctor and Xia Meng crawling out from under his bed one by one.

It was Doctor who had covered his mouth.

"Tuk."

"Tuk tuk."

"Tuk."

"Tuk tuk."

"Tuk tuk tuk."

"Tuk."

......

The knocking continued. The sound was not loud, but it was very clear in the silent night, and... Fatty frowned. It was also very rhythmic, like something was sending a signal.

His face was pinched, and Fatty, realizing what was happening, looked in the direction Doctor was pointing and gasped in horror.

A round object was reflected in the window. It looked like someone was standing outside.

No, how could it be a person?

It was more like a ghost.

Then the shadow suddenly disappeared, and a burst of light running sounds came from outside.

Blinking, Fatty couldn't understand. Did this ghost really think that they would run out in the middle of the night to chase it?

After waiting for a long time and nothing happened, Jiang Cheng approached the window.

He quickly glanced outside through the crack, and after finding nothing unusual, he carefully pushed the window open a little.

The moment the window opened, something stuck in the crack fluttered down. It looked like... a piece of paper.

After picking it up, he found that there was also a large leaf clipped behind the paper.

It was the leaf that Jiang Cheng was holding in his hand at the moment.

Fatty thought for a while, then realized that this leaf was the one he had picked during the day, which he had used to pad the steamed bun and gave to the poor little beggar.

After hearing Fatty's explanation, Xia Meng glanced at him, but didn't say much, obviously dissatisfied that he had lied to her before.

Fatty was also very tactful and didn't look at her.

After opening the crumpled piece of paper, there was a very crude drawing on it. In the middle of the drawing was something like a small boat, and there were three small figures on the boat.

The two figures at the front and back of the boat had actions, like squatting and rowing, while the figure in the middle was more delicate in comparison. He stood in the middle of the boat, and his status should be higher.

It seemed that the person who drew the picture wanted to express that someone was on a boat.

A broken arrow extended from under the feet of the middle figure, with the character "Huang" written on it.

"Is it trying to say that Young Master Huang is on the boat?" Fatty lowered his voice and frowned, asking, "But why are there people at the front and back? Are they... are they all ghosts?"

Xia Meng, who was standing on the side, looked at it a few times, then gradually approached, pointing to a position and asking, "What is this?"

The head of the little figure marked with the character "Huang" was topped with a smudge, as if something had been written wrong and then crossed out.

"It is..." Fatty squinted his eyes, "Huh?" He seemed to see something and suddenly said, "The thing that was crossed out seems to be the character 'Huang' as well."

"He crossed out a 'Huang' character, and then wrote another 'Huang' character." Xia Meng pulled up her opera costume, then raised her head. "What is he trying to express?"

"Could it be that he's not sure if the person on the boat is Young Master Huang?" Fatty interjected, "This is just a guess."

As it stands, this question will not be answered for the time being.

Unless the little beggar comes again, or... take the initiative to catch him and give him a good beating.

This painting was obviously just finished not long ago, and the ink was not completely dry. Jiang Cheng touched it with his hand and could still see obvious ink spots.