Jiang Cheng, sensing the woman's tension, proactively extended his hand, his fingertips touching the back of her hand just right. At the same time, he looked into her eyes with encouragement and said emotionally, "Senior, I really didn't expect you to be so brave. A doctor's heart is kind, wouldn't you say?"

The fatty noticed the woman's tight face slowly relax, and he pursed his lips. "The physical education teacher who moved in quickly noticed the anomaly. At first, it was a cold feeling in the body, the kind of cold that didn't go away even with the heater on and thick clothes."

"Some people recalled that it was like...like someone was blowing air from behind their neck," the woman said, her eyes trembling, emphasizing, "Blowing very cold air."

"After sleeping, the clothes hanging on the side would inexplicably become wet and constantly drip water, as if they had just been washed."

"At that time, a total of three male teachers moved in. Before long, one fell ill, and then another was hit on the head by a box falling from the iron shelf while moving things. In the end, only one male teacher persisted."

Speaking of this, the woman explained in a low voice, "Actually, some people had already noticed something was wrong at this time, but the school still insisted on him staying, after all, this matter had caused a great stir. If it ended so hastily, wouldn't it be like slapping themselves in the face?"

"In order to appease the remaining male teacher, the school promised that as long as he persisted for another three days, just three days, then they would process his official employment."

"That male teacher hadn't been here long and was still in the internship stage," the woman said, exhaling.

Through the woman's tone and expression, everyone could vaguely guess that the male teacher's outcome was probably not good.

"What happened next?" Jiang Cheng asked softly. According to the standard horror movie routine, something must have happened on the last night. Jiang Cheng had already anticipated this.

Hopefully, he's still alive...

Jiang Cheng had many unanswered questions in his heart.

The woman shook her head and said in a tired voice, "No one knows what happened that night, but when the school security department found him the next day, he had already collapsed. You can't imagine it, a grown man actually curled himself into a ball and stuffed himself into...into a cardboard box."

"The cardboard box was in a very hidden corner of the warehouse. If they hadn't found his phone nearby, the security guards would have thought he had run away."

"Later, when they tried to pull him out, he resisted desperately, refusing to come out. His eyes were full of bloodshot, and he kept shouting something like, 'Don't touch me, it's here, it's watching me from here!'"

"The security guards didn't dare to act rashly, fearing they would stimulate him further. Someone handed him a bottle of water, told him to drink some water and calm down, but unexpectedly, as soon as he saw the water, he jumped out of the box in fright."

"He really jumped out, which stunned the security guards. Then he rushed out like a madman, knocking over several people along the way. As a result, he accidentally fell down the stairs in the corridor and broke a leg."

The woman sighed at this point, looking at Jiang Cheng and the others with a "now you understand" expression, and said in a low voice, "Later, the school used a lot of connections and spent a lot of money to settle this matter."

"Of course, the news was very well blocked. Ordinary students and teachers don't know about these things. I only know a little because of my job," the woman explained.

"Senior," Jiang Cheng said, pursing his lips and looking at her with an apologetic expression, "I'm sorry, we misunderstood you."

The woman sighed and said nothing more.

"But Senior, there's one more thing I can't figure out?" Jiang Cheng asked after hesitating. "Since there's a problem with that warehouse, why not seal it off, or at least stop using it?"

"I've asked about the problem you mentioned, but an old professor at the school once told me that the door can't be locked at all. Also, as long as you don't get close to the warehouse at night, nothing will happen. Even if you go into the warehouse during the day, you won't feel that cold feeling."

The woman paused and continued, "As a result, it really was as he said. Nothing had happened for a long time before Gao Yan's incident."

After hearing the woman's words, everyone seemed to be lost in thought.

Gu... From the woman's mention of the inexplicably soaked clothes, and the male teacher's fear of water, they all thought of the tracking ghost.

It leaves water stains wherever it goes.

Among them, Shen Mengyun was the most touched. The male teacher's words kept echoing in her mind: It's here, it's watching me from here!

She had also experienced the same thing. The first time she went to the warehouse, there was a figure hiding behind the iron shelf, coldly watching her.

It seems that this is the tracking ghost.

After Jiang Cheng waited for the woman to calm down, he was just about to ask something else when the office door was suddenly pushed open, and a man in a security uniform walked in.

Everyone immediately recognized that this was one of the two people who had argued with Gao Yan in the clinic.

"Doctor Liu, who are they..." the man asked, looking at the woman sitting across from Jiang Cheng.

The woman stood up, first gave Jiang Cheng a look, then looked at the man and said calmly, "They are Gao Yan's classmates, here to visit him."

Hearing that these people knew Gao Yan, the security guard's expression immediately became tense. "You are with Gao Yan. Did you go in too?"

After being reminded by the woman, Jiang Cheng cleverly pushed all the responsibility onto Gao Yan, saying that he was young and didn't know any better.

And he emphasized that none of them knew anything about it.

It was clear that the security guard didn't quite believe it, but he had no evidence, so he had to leave Jiang Cheng's contact information, saying that he would need to find them if anything came up.

After the security guard left, the woman took Jiang Cheng and his group to see Gao Yan.

Pushing open the door, Gao Yan was leaning against the pillow alone, his face pale and panting. There were also specks of blood on his collar.

"You guys talk," the woman said, and after taking a call, she left in a hurry.

In just a few hours, Gao Yan's head was bandaged like a rice dumpling, his clothes were torn, and he had an IV drip in his hand. He looked very disheveled.

"Mr. Gao, it's good to see you again," Wang Qi said, nodding.

Looking at Wang Qi's fake smile, Gao Yan was filled with anger. But he did secretly hide the notebook in his clothes, intending to keep the clues to himself.

He was targeted by the ghost because of this, and he couldn't blame others.

"Mr. Gao, where's the notebook?" Jiang Cheng was very direct with this old guy.

"Lost," Gao Yan said through gritted teeth, explaining, "That ghost won't let us take away the things left behind by those girls."

"And I can be sure that the notebook is what that ghost cares about the most. If I hadn't thrown away the notebook at the last moment, you definitely wouldn't be seeing me now."