That was a ridiculously tall guy. His head almost touched the doorframe as he walked out, conservatively speaking, he was at least 2.2 or 2.3 meters tall.

It was hard to see his face clearly, probably because of the dim light.

He wore a black robe, and a large cross hung on his chest, its silver surface reflecting the dim surroundings.

Actually, Jiang Cheng already knew the identity of this ghost when he saw the cross.

It was the former owner of the Folk Museum.

The foreign exorcist.

He didn't expect that after being killed by the Heart-Eating Demon, he would also become a ghost and become the monster of the Jiangtan University Library.

But… the burnt-down borrowing desk should be on the 4th floor. How could the ghost appear on the first floor?

Before Jiang Cheng had time to think, the ghost, who had been an exorcist in life, began to walk stiffly towards them.

"Thump."

"Thump."

…

He seemed to be wearing leather boots, and the sound of them hitting the floor was dull and heavy, as if they could directly crush a person's heart.

Putting everything else aside, just in terms of pressure, this ghost was much stronger than the Red-Clothed Woman from the abandoned playground.

Because they didn't know the ghost's method of killing, Jiang Cheng and the others remained still, hiding themselves.

Fatty shrank his neck and squatted down.

As the ghost approached, he twitched his nose, his brow furrowing as a strange burnt smell began to fill the air.

Fatty's first reaction was that meat had been burnt.

But it was a bit different, because there was also an indescribable stench mixed in, and... and something similar to the smell of burning rubber.

Clearly, the smell was coming from this ghost.

Combining this with what the doctor had told him, Fatty's throat bobbed up and down. He thought that this foreign friend had a hard life, having been burned by fire.

Then… let’s just call him Burnt Ghost.

This burnt smell seemed to have a kind of magic. The longer he smelled it, the dizzier he felt. Fatty had already tried to hold his breath.

But this smell was as if it were alive, drilling into his nose.

"Crack—"

"Crack."

The Burnt Ghost seemed to sense something. It stopped near the table where Huai Yi was hiding and slowly turned its neck, as if looking for someone.

The Burnt Ghost's movements were very stiff, and crisp sounds were emitted from time to time as its neck turned.

Huai Yi hid under the table, not daring to breathe.

Jiang Cheng's position was relatively better, which allowed him more time to observe the Burnt Ghost and think of ways to deal with it.

The Burnt Ghost was less than 5 meters away from Huai Yi. If it took two more steps in that direction and then squatted down, it could catch him.

But the Burnt Ghost didn't.

From this, it could be seen that this ghost didn't have the perverted ability to find people like the Red-Clothed Woman from the abandoned playground.

It could only roughly sense that there was someone in a certain range, but it couldn't pinpoint the exact location.

After staying for about half a minute, the Burnt Ghost's body began to tremble. In Jiang Cheng's eyes, it looked like a person was getting impatient.

Then…

"Thump."

"Thump."

…

In Jiang Cheng's sight, the Burnt Ghost actually left with heavy steps.

It went in another direction.

As the Burnt Ghost left, the strong, dizzying burnt smell gradually dissipated.

After the Burnt Ghost turned a corner and its back completely disappeared, Fatty cautiously sneaked out from behind the bookshelf.

Seeing that Jiang Cheng didn't object, Fatty tiptoed to the pillar where he was hiding.

"Doctor," Fatty asked in a low voice, "Did... did it just leave?"

Jiang Cheng's gaze was still fixed on the place where the Burnt Ghost disappeared. After a moment, he nodded slightly, "It should have left."

Fatty swallowed and hesitated for a moment before saying, "Doctor, you saw where the ghost was standing just now, right? I feel like it sensed that someone was nearby."

"But…" Fatty raised his head, his eyes full of doubt. "It didn't look carefully, but left in a hurry, as if it was in a hurry. Why?"

Fatty's words gave Jiang Cheng some ideas. He turned around and looked at the table not far behind him, on which was placed an old hourglass.

A third of the fine sand in the hourglass had already flowed down.

"Time," Jiang Cheng said, "This ghost is also in a hurry. This hourglass is for timing."

Fatty stared at the hourglass, a look of understanding on his face. "I get it, Doctor. This ghost has to catch someone before the sand in the hourglass runs out."

Jiang Cheng did not give a definite or negative answer to Fatty's guess. There were still too few clues to draw a conclusion too early.

Moreover, Jiang Cheng also vaguely felt that this matter was not that simple.

For the time being, this ghost was just big and scary-looking, but the abilities it showed were even worse than those of an ordinary person.

Slow movements, stiff actions, and unable to accurately sense a person's location.

If that was all there was to it, then Jiang Cheng believed that it wouldn't be able to catch a single person. This library monster story would be a welfare game.

But unfortunately, such a situation would not occur in a mission.

So they just hadn't discovered the real killing intent yet.

And they hadn't had time to think about that fable either.

"Doctor," Fatty looked at the pillar next to Jiang Cheng, blinked, and then, as if he had discovered something incredible, his pupils suddenly shrank. "How... how could this pillar be here?"

Hearing this, Jiang Cheng turned to look at the pillar. "What's wrong with the pillar?"

Fatty reached out and pulled Jiang Cheng away from the pillar. Seeming to think it wasn't safe enough, he pulled Jiang Cheng back a few steps and looked at the pillar warily. After a long while, he said in a strange voice, "Doctor, this pillar wasn't here when we came in the morning."

After Fatty finished speaking, he reached out and pointed to a position on the left. "It should be there."

After listening to Fatty's words, almost instantly, Jiang Cheng found the source of the indescribable feeling in his heart.

Everything here was the same as when they came during the day, but the position had changed.

The things that were originally placed on the left had been moved to the right, and the right side had been changed to the left.

Not a certain thing, or a certain type of thing, but… the whole.

The entire library was reversed left and right!

Could this be the real reason that was restricting them, preventing them from going to the monster story locations in the school during the day?

The purpose was to prevent them from discovering that everything in the monster stories was the opposite of the real world?

As soon as this idea appeared, it took root in Jiang Cheng's mind.

Moreover, with the emergence of this idea, the previous various complex and seemingly unrelated clues were strangely pieced together.

Slowly, Jiang Cheng's thoughts drifted back to the beginning, to the warehouse they found in the activity center.

If he remembered correctly, there was a mirror hanging on the wall of the warehouse.

It was just broken.

And Yuan Xiaoyi's 5 "friends" also disappeared that day.

They all hid in the monster stories.