"Everyone suspects that Xiaoyao was frightened alone at night, and these are all her hallucinations, or rather, a nightmare."

"But after that notebook was found in Xiaoyao's schoolbag, the psychology professor and the doctors responsible for comforting her were all stunned."

Yuan Xiaoyi took a deep breath, looked at Jiang Cheng, and said in a low voice, "There's a black handprint on the notebook, not the kind that's drawn on, it's like... it was grabbed by a burnt hand, all five fingers are clearly visible, and there are still black embers on it."

"No one dared to tell Xiaoyao about this, fearing that she would lose control of her emotions and have an accident, but at this time, everyone realized that this matter was probably not that simple."

"After Xiaoyao's emotions improved slightly, the psychology professor tried to communicate with her, and then, based on Xiaoyao's description, drew a picture."

Yuan Xiaoyi explained, "It's the lending desk she said she saw before she fainted, and the surrounding tables."

Jiang Cheng could roughly guess what he wanted to do, because the 4th floor of the school library had been closed for a long time, so Xiaoyao wouldn't know what the inside of the 4th floor looked like.

And if the picture drawn according to Xiaoyao's memory matches the layout of the 4th floor, then can it be proved to some extent that her words are credible?

The 4th floor of the library does hide some unknown secrets.

"The communication went relatively smoothly." After a while, Yuan Xiaoyi said in a strange tone, "What surprised the psychology professor was that Xiaoyao's memory of that night was unusually clear, and even the positions of the people sitting at the tables could be marked one by one."

"According to his experience, this doesn't seem like a dream."

"Because the 4th floor of the library has been closed for a long time, some young teachers don't know the situation inside at all. The psychology professor took the painting and found the old curator of the library."

"The moment he saw the painting, the old man actually trembled, and then asked the professor in a questioning tone, who allowed the iron door leading to the 4th floor of the library to be opened?"

"The psychology professor told the old curator about Xiaoyao, and asked if anything bad had happened on the 4th floor?"

"It's not clear what the professor and the old curator said, but the originally silent old curator finally opened his mouth and told him about something that happened many years ago."

"When the library was first established, the 4th floor was indeed open to the public."

"Because the books on the 4th floor were more obscure and the composition was complicated, in order to facilitate management, a lending desk was specially set up on the 4th floor, which is... the location corresponding to the painting."

"Those tables also existed, the old curator remembers very clearly."

"The school also specially arranged a retired teacher who was getting on in years to be responsible."

"Not many people usually come here, and it's relatively quiet. This is also considered a form of care for the teacher, as she wasn't in very good health."

"But gradually, the teacher reported that she often heard strange noises when she was on duty at night, like someone was flipping through books."

"But when she followed the sound to find it, there was nothing behind the bookshelves."

"What's even stranger is that the books on the corresponding bookshelves would be inexplicably messed up."

"At first, the teacher thought it was just students playing pranks, so she ignored it, but in the end, the situation became worse and worse."

"Gradually, books began to be thrown on the ground, and once, an entire bookshelf was pushed over."

"The teacher couldn't bear it any longer, so she called the other teachers in the library, locked the door on the 4th floor, and then started looking for someone, but after searching every corner of the 4th floor, they couldn't find anyone."

"Now some people realized that something was wrong. It's hard to say why, but in short, after the door on the fourth floor was closed, the temperature inside dropped rapidly."

"Everyone felt like they were in a cold storage."

"And when they were looking for someone, everyone had a feeling of being watched."

"Not the kind of watching out in the open, but spying, as if there was an eye staring at them through the gaps between the books, from behind the bookshelves."

"But they couldn't find the other person's location."

"That strange gaze seemed to come from all directions."

"Someone privately advised the teacher at the lending desk to report it to the school, and then take a leave of absence until things were settled."

"The teacher also agreed, saying that she would go back and pack her things, ask for leave, and wouldn't come tomorrow."

"But unexpectedly, in the end... something still happened in the end." Yuan Xiaoyi shook her head, exhaled a long breath, and said with regret, "That same night, the library caught fire, and the fire started on the 4th floor. The elderly teacher didn't escape and was burned to death inside."

"After the fire was extinguished, the strange things at the scene were also exposed."

"Although the fire was fierce, it was only concentrated in the lending desk and a very small area nearby. The books on the surrounding bookshelves and some flammable wooden objects were unscathed."

"Of course, what's even more bizarre is the teacher's body."

Speaking of this, Yuan Xiaoyi paused, raised her head, looked at Jiang Cheng with strange eyes, and said, "Her body was found on the chair behind the lending desk. The body was sitting steadily on the chair, with both hands on the armrests. The whole person had been burned to a crisp."

"But the chair under her was fine, and that was a wooden chair!" Yuan Xiaoyi's tone was hurried, and the pupils in her eyes were trembling as she looked at Jiang Cheng. "Senior, can you imagine, the entire lending desk was destroyed, leaving only a charred corpse, just... just sitting upright on a wooden chair, as if waiting for someone to come and see her."

Hearing this, Jiang Cheng's first thought was the old chair that creaked in Xiaoyao's story.

And the invisible "person" sitting on the chair, exuding a burnt smell all over.

"That's really strange." Jiang Cheng stroked his chin, and said with a serious face, "Logically speaking, people who are burned to death will struggle violently before they die because of the pain, and the skin and muscles will also contract as they are burned, so the corpse will mostly appear extremely twisted."

"Someone like her, on the other hand, looks like she was already dead before she was charred."

Reasonable and appropriate speculation will eliminate Yuan Xiaoyi's wariness of him to some extent. After all, the other party has begun to suspect him, and Jiang Cheng is also grasping the scale in his heart.

"Senior." There was light in Yuan Xiaoyi's eyes, "You know so much."

"Xiaoyi, I'm ashamed that you say that. If I could know more, maybe..." Jiang Cheng pursed his lips slightly, and his voice choked up, "Maybe... Xiaolin and Xiaoting wouldn't have died."

"Senior, it's not your fault, don't blame yourself!" Hearing Jiang Cheng say this, Yuan Xiaoyi hurriedly persuaded him, looking a little clumsy.

Jiang Cheng rubbed his face with his hands, and after a while, when he put down his hands, his eyes were also red.

"Okay, Xiaoyi, let's not talk about these things anymore, please continue." Jiang Cheng exhaled a long breath and said slowly.