Nightmare Attack

Zhou Taifu, who was standing in front of a file rack, looked a little strange, with Yu Wen standing beside him.

It's very dark here, and the only light source comes from the mobile phone in Yu Wen's hand.

Their faces are hidden in darkness.

"How could it be?" Yu Wen looked at the scene in front of her and frowned, her expression no longer calm.

The file rack is divided into 4 levels from top to bottom.

Except for the first layer, which showed no signs of being turned over, the other three layers were turned over in a mess, with many brown paper bags scattered on the ground.

Zhou Taifu squatted down and touched it with his hand.

There was no dust left on the paper bag; it had become so recently.

In other words, Luo Yi did it.

It seems that this is where he took away the clues about the female ghost.

But they searched again just now and found nothing.

Zhou Taifu stood up slowly, his voice cold, "It seems that the ghost took the clue away."

This was the last thing he wanted to see.

Tomorrow night at midnight is the final deadline.

There is not much time left for them.

"Let's go," Yu Wen no longer hesitated, turned around and walked out.

Zhou Taifu followed her and said hesitantly: "Where to go? The equipment center?"

"Block C, music classroom."

After closing the door, the two quickly disappeared at the end of the corridor.

Deathly silence returned here.

A few minutes passed.

There was an extremely slight friction sound, and a closed door was pushed open a crack.

This door is located opposite the Archives Room.

It looks unremarkable.

After a while, a bloodshot eye slowly appeared from the crack in the door.

The eye looked left and right, turned its head, and whispered: "Doctor, they are leaving."

Jiang Cheng sat up from a dusty wicker chair. After standing up, he first patted the dust on his butt and held a brown paper bag under his arm.

If you look closely, you can still see blood stains on the corner of the paper bag.

"Doctor," the fat man swallowed, looked at Jiang Cheng, and said with a flattering and admiring expression: "You are so awesome, how did you know they would come to the archives to look for clues?"

"Luo Yi was replaced by a ghost, so they would naturally think that he died in the archives, and then think that he might have found some important clues and was silenced by the ghost," Jiang Cheng replied simply.

"But" the fat man was confused for a while, then raised his head and asked, "They didn't have a camera, how did they confirm that Luo Yi was a ghost in disguise?"

Jiang Cheng held the brown paper bag in his hand. The seal had been torn open. It was obvious that Luo Yi had already seen the contents inside.

"It's a mirror." He turned the brown paper bag upside down and drew out a booklet inside. Jiang Cheng flipped it open and replied nonchalantly: "I saw Zhang Yinyin use it. Ghosts can also be verified through mirror reflection."

Hearing Jiang Cheng mention Zhang Yin Yin, Fatty suddenly realized that he had not seen this woman just now.

"Doctor," the fat man looked at the door and said in a strange tone, "that Zhang Yinyin is separated from them."

"Well," Jiang Cheng stared at the book, turning the pages, and replied, "Not only are I separated from them, but I am also separated from this world."

As if he suddenly realized something, the fat man asked in surprise: "You mean she is dead?"

"Um."

The fat man was stunned for a moment, "But the ghost is not here."

"It wasn't done by ghosts," Jiang Cheng closed the book and his expression gradually changed, "It was Yu Wen and Zhou Taifu."

He looked towards the door, as if he could see through the door and see the scene outside.

"The time is almost up."

Although he didn't understand Jiang Cheng's words, Fatty instinctively felt that there were some profound and complicated issues in them.

And he understood that even if he asked, Jiang Cheng would not explain to him.

This is a man who is both weird and extremely egotistical.

The code of conduct that drives him to act is beyond his comprehension.

On the way here, Jiang Cheng grabbed his collar and looked down at him. He even thought that the former would kill him.

"Doctor," he carefully changed the topic, stretched his neck, looked at the booklet in Jiang Cheng's hand and asked, "What is written in it?"

Jiang Cheng handed the booklet over casually.

The booklet is not big, and even the cover is not thick. On it are written the words "Class 2009 Dance Department Student Profile" in gold-plated fonts.

As Yu Wen speculated, after the ghost killed Luo Yi, he took away the file in his hand and put it back where it belongs.

It's a pity that finding the way and dealing with Zhang Yinyin wasted too much time for the two of them.

As a result, Jiang Cheng got there first and took away the files first.

And when he heard the sound of someone coming upstairs, he hid in the small room opposite the archives room.

This place should have been an office in the past. It was small but fully equipped.

Jiang Cheng glanced around.

The only window in the room was blocked by dark curtains, and only a little light could penetrate through the gap in the middle.

Dark brown bookshelves stand against the wall, next to a white water dispenser.

At this moment, the water in the water dispenser has already dried up.

There were 4 or 5 replaced empty barrels on the ground.

The empty barrel was overturned on its side, so dirty that its original color could not be seen.

Several red clay pots used for growing flowers were neatly lined up in a row and placed under the window.

The plants inside had already withered into disgrace.

Just behind the fat man, there was a wooden clothes rack with several clothes hanging on it.

There was a desk calendar placed on the old desk. Jiang Cheng had not seen anything like this for a long time. He picked up the desk calendar and found that the last time was stuck in December 2009.

"Doctor," the fat man also noticed the calendar on the table and said with a deep frown, "The people in this office seem to have left in a hurry, and nothing in it was taken away."

December 09

Jiang Cheng seemed to be thinking.

The fat man held the file in his hand and asked doubtfully: "Why, does this college have a dance department?"

Fatty remembered that this was a special music school, and the teacher who brought them in originally introduced it this way.

"Of course Yuying Conservatory of Music does not have a dance department, but Yuying Art College does," Jiang Cheng replied, "That was the predecessor of this college."

The fat man was stunned for a moment when he heard this.

"It's in the file," Jiang Cheng replied hastily.

Opening the file again, Fatty found the name of Yuying Art Academy in it.

"When did it change its name?"

"Ten years ago, I found 10 years of files in the place where the files are stored. The name at that time had been changed to Yuying Conservatory of Music." He paused, looked at the fat man, and said meaningfully: "The dance department also Canceled."

The fat man seemed to smell something unconsciously.

The sudden name change of the school, the abolition of the dance department, and the obscure archives all seem to indicate that there are some unknown secrets hidden here.

Especially when I think of the female ghost doing ballet steps.

"It was the death of that girl that triggered this series of changes!" Fatty said firmly, holding the file in his hand.