"Just then, a gust of wind blew, revealing a photo on the tombstone. Although the photo had become blurred after being exposed to the wind and rain, it could still be recognized upon closer inspection—it was the cemetery keeper who had brought them here!"

"This cemetery keeper was the murdered caregiver—"

Jiang Cheng emphasized the last word.

The female student subconsciously shrank her neck and stopped talking.

"The strangeness in this school goes far beyond that. Later, according to his investigation, he discovered that there were almost no male teachers in the school, and even the school security guards were all women."

"Moreover, he also found in the school's archives that a first-year dance student had been forcibly graduated, and the girl who appeared in the choir was among them."

"She was killed," Jiang Cheng said in a low voice, "by a man's shameless lie."

"This man was her teacher. At this time, he already had a girlfriend, but he was still constantly pestering her. But later, fearing that the matter would be exposed, he cried thief and bit her back, accusing the female student of constantly seducing him."

"Amidst contempt and accusations, the female student hanged herself in her beloved dance studio."

"From then on, the campus lost a graceful dancing swan, but gained a vengeful ghost with tense insteps, tapping out strange steps."

"Every midnight, in the empty practice room, the mirror on the wall would reflect the female student's eerie dance."

"But she's not the only one."

"She would also drag the people she killed into the mirror, taking them to dance with her."

"Among them was the male teacher who killed her at the time. His jaw was broken alive, and he was forever left in the mirror to atone for his sins."

Jiang Cheng paused, stopping abruptly at this point: "My story is over."

"Over?" The people who had gathered around, listening intently, asked, "What happened next? What happened to your friend in the end?"

Jiang Cheng was recounting a past school instance. He really wanted to say more, but if he did, he would give himself away. He couldn't very well say, 'And then I solved that mission and went home.'

He glanced at the crowd with a 'you better not ask' look. "Believe me, the rest of the story is best left unknown forever."

Meeting Jiang Cheng's gaze, the writer who had been the most enthusiastic just now immediately quieted down. He saw the words 'too hot to handle' in those eyes.