"Is..." Jiang Cheng raised his eyebrows slightly. It was water.

　　No, it was a footprint!

　　A wet footprint!

　　At the same time as she saw the footprint clearly, Shen Mengyun's eyes paused. After a moment, cold sweat instantly soaked her back.

　　The footprint's toe was pointing towards the door. The door was ajar, and the lock on it was gone. And the most terrifying thing was that there were only footprints going in, but none going out!

　　Her throat couldn't help but roll. Looking at the ajar dormitory door again, everyone's face changed.

　　The Heart-Eating Demon... was inside.

　　It was separated from them by just a door.

　　Thinking further, Shen Mengyun's chest heaved violently, and her breathing became rapid. If... if Jiang Cheng hadn't taken her upstairs, she would have been left alone in the dormitory. Then what would have happened to her now... no, not now, but the her from a little while ago?

　　She would have been silently replaced by the Heart-Eating Demon...

　　Jiang Cheng pinched her arm, and Shen Mengyun broke free from her fear. Everyone retreated silently, away from the door.

　　Then, along the corridor, they walked out quickly.

　　With the discovery in front of the dormitory door, everyone paid more attention to the ground under their feet. Soon, they found more wet footprints, close to the wall.

　　The footprints were intermittent, extending all the way to the dormitory gate, and finally stopped in front of the gatekeeper's room.

　　It could be seen that the footprints first came out of the gatekeeper's room, and then went to Shen Mengyun's dormitory.

　　The gatekeeper's room door was closed, and it was quiet inside, also without any lights on.

　　Huai Yi swallowed, his eyes filled with unease, and whispered, "We... we haven't seen the gatekeeper for a long time, have we?"

　　This simple sentence seemed to stir up the surrounding environment, making everyone more uneasy, because he was right, no one had seen the gatekeeper for a long time.

　　When did it start, Jiang Cheng recalled.

　　It seemed like it was yesterday... or maybe the day before, because they were always in a hurry, and the gatekeeper gave them a very strange impression, so no one thought of actively looking for him, avoiding him if possible.

　　"Should we..." Shen Mengyun lowered her voice and looked at Jiang Cheng. She had an almost ridiculous trust in this man.

　　Wang Qi didn't know if he had thought of something. He reached out and grabbed the rusty doorknob, but before he could use any force, he was stopped by Jiang Cheng.

　　Jiang Cheng looked at Wang Qi, his expression saying, 'Don't cause trouble.'

　　Wang Qi slowly retracted his hand, then turned his palm up. Everyone saw that there was water on his fingers. It seemed that he just wanted to test it and didn't really want to open the door.

　　Now it seemed that the gatekeeper was probably in mortal danger.

　　Leaving the dormitory, they tried to keep their footsteps as low as possible along the way, just like before.

　　When it was midnight, according to Yuan Xiaoyi, they successfully entered the Art Center building. Judging from the interior decoration, the Art Center was much more impressive than the University Activity Center.

　　The fatty also muttered in a low voice, saying that people who studied art were indeed different, rich and playful.

　　After hearing this, Jiang Cheng immediately explained to him that he was also studying art, and he was a serious artist, and he had also dedicated himself to art.

　　The fatty knew that the doctor's little problem had happened again, so he retorted with a look of contempt: "Doctor, please shut up, the things you know would have you drowned in a pig cage in feudal society. You have to thank the harmonious society for saving you."

　　Shen Mengyun was confused when she heard this. What kind of art required dedication, and how did it involve drowning in a pig cage?

　　However, Wang Qi, who was standing at the back of the team, seemed to understand, and the corner of his mouth twitched, squeezing out a not-so-good-looking smile.

　　"Can you guys be serious?" Huai Yi turned his head, and said with a bitter face, "We have already entered the Art Center. This is a paranormal, can you respect them?"

　　Jiang Cheng corrected him with a serious face, "Don't forget, we are here today to smash the back of their heads."

　　Huai Yi was stunned for a second, wanting to refute, but found that there was nothing wrong with what he said. This time it was not an escape mission, but a head-on confrontation with the things in the paranormal.

　　Like Jiang Cheng said, smash the back of their heads, no need to pity them at all.

　　Of course, it is also possible to be smashed by them.

　　Shen Mengyun stopped and pointed to the wall, "Look, is that a map?"

　　Looking up, on a wall not far from the gate, there was a piece of paper posted, marking the location of each classroom in the Art Center.

　　Among them, the conspicuous location was also specially marked with a red pen. The fatty squinted and went up to take a look, "It's... it's the exhibition hall!"

　　The exhibition hall was the sculpture hall, Yuan Xiaoyi said that, but the names were different.

　　"Let's go, let's go to the duty room first." Jiang Cheng turned around.

　　The duty room was not far away, just around the corner. Just like Yuan Xiaoyi said, the lights were on inside, but there was no one there.

　　But it couldn't be seen from the outside.

　　The glass window in front of the duty room was blocked by a large piece of white cloth. The white cloth was hanging in the duty room, like a curtain.

　　However, after walking in, the inside was quite decent. A leather coat was draped over the back of the chair, a registration form was placed on the table, a red telephone, and many newspapers.

　　The white cloth used for covering in front was not hung up as they had initially thought, but was clipped on the left and right with two wooden clips.

　　It looked very rough and not strong.

　　It must have been done secretly because the school didn't allow it.

　　And it wasn't just any white cloth, it was just an old bed sheet that had been washed white.

　　There was a large enamel cup on the right hand side of the table.

　　The style was rarely seen now. There was still half a cup of tea in it, and the inner wall of the cup was covered with a thick layer of tea stains.

　　Overall, it gave the impression that someone had just been sitting here.

　　But Jiang Cheng touched the cup with his hand and found it was ice cold.

　　"Okay." Huai Yi stood up from the table and nodded to Jiang Cheng.

　　According to what Jiang Cheng said, he found the red alarm switch under the table and turned it off.

　　After leaving the duty room, the group went straight to the sculpture classroom according to the map. Yuan Xiaoyi said that there were tools they could use there.

　　But not long after they left, a gust of wind suddenly blew in the empty duty room.

　　The wind grew stronger and stronger, blowing the newspapers on the table.

　　The newspapers covering it were lifted one by one, as if someone was flipping through them, until the bottom one was exposed, and then it stopped.

　　This was a very old newspaper. The pages were yellowed, and the corners were severely damaged, as if it was often taken out to read.

　　A rough glance at the contents revealed that most of them were tabloid news or strange people and strange things, coupled with exaggerated and explosive headlines to catch the eye.

　　Generally, those who wrote like this were some local tabloids with poor circulation.

　　In the corner of the newspaper, a small box was separated out, and the introduction inside was bolded in black—

　　`Jiangtan University Art Teacher Dies Horizontally in the Exhibition Hall Late at Night. The Only Suspect is Unconscious. He was Crushed by a Truck Immediately After Being Released. He Died Tragically Under the Wheels. Is This the Retribution of Karma or the Inescapable Doom of a Vengeful Ghost? Next, a Special Observer of This Newspaper Will Analyze This...`

　　"Pa!"

　　The next second, the wooden clip on the right fell off, and the bed sheet fell down due to gravity, and half of it happened to cover the chair.

　　A human figure was actually supported on the originally empty chair.