Several people didn't exchange many words. Yuan Xiaoyi had said that after finding the eyeball, they should leave as soon as possible, or Meng Y眠would appear later.

But they would never have imagined that just after they left the equipment room, a gust of Yin wind suddenly swept through the room, causing the corner of the wallpaper to peel off and rustle.

Revealing a gray face in the mirror behind it.

After Jiang Cheng and the others came out, they separated according to their original plan. Jiang Cheng walked alone in the heavy rain. He never thought he could avoid Meng Y眠.

If he could contact Meng Y眠as soon as possible, perhaps he could find a way out from her. That way, he could end the mission early, and the chances of Fatty, Huai Yi, and the others surviving would be greater.

Regarding Gao Yan's guess, Jiang Cheng remained skeptical. Simply using the choice of left or right eye to determine life and death was somewhat arbitrary.

This didn't seem like the style of a Nightmare Assault mission.

While thinking, Jiang Cheng walked towards the small forest. He wouldn't stand still in one place. He wanted to move, and in his opinion, the playground was the best place, as it was conducive to observation.

He wasn't the only one thinking this way. There was another person with a similar idea.

Wang Qi.

The place he chose was the clock tower.

It was the highest point, overlooking the entire playground, but at the same time, it was also a dead end, as military strategists called it. Once targeted, he would have no chance of escape.

So, like himself, he wasn't prepared to escape.

He didn't see himself as prey either.

He was the hunter.

The rain cut off visibility, and even Jiang Cheng didn't notice that about 10 meters to his left, there was an inconspicuous crooked-neck tree.

And behind the tree, a pair of eyes were watching him.

Waiting for Jiang Cheng's figure to disappear into the rain, the figure behind the tree couldn't wait to jump out, then quickly ran towards the equipment room.

The equipment room was divided into two floors, with stairs both inside and outside. Gao Yan quickly took the outside stairs to the second floor.

The door on the second floor was a very old wooden door, with potholes on it. The hinges were soaked in rainwater and looked terrible. Gao Yan opened it without much effort.

A musty smell hit his face.

Gao Yan didn't care about these things. In his opinion, there was no safer place than the equipment room.

This was called hiding in plain sight. Meng Y眠was locked in here back then. She would never have thought that someone would dare to hide here.

After a quick check, he found an inconspicuous corner. Gao Yan lifted a piece of plastic cloth and found an iron frame underneath. It was empty, and the space was relatively spacious.

He was overjoyed and immediately squatted down and crawled in.

Hey, just the right size.

It was as if it had been tailor-made for him.

Then, he immediately put down the rolled-up plastic cloth on the outside, spreading it all the way to the ground, completely sealing himself off.

After thinking it over, he quietly poked a very, very small hole in the plastic cloth so he could observe the outside through it.

Now he was foolproof...

After settling himself in, Gao Yan breathed a sigh of relief. He couldn't help but wonder where the red-clothed female ghost, Meng Y眠, would appear first.

The small forest was where she died. Based on his experience, ghosts were most likely to appear at the place of their death. Perhaps her obsession was hidden there.

He just didn't know which unlucky guy would choose to hide there. They would probably be the first to be found.

"Sizzle—"

Just as Gao Yan was worrying about others, he suddenly heard a faint sound in his ear, like... a piece of paper being torn.

"Sizzle—"

"Sizzle—"

...

At first, Gao Yan thought it was the wind blowing, but soon, he didn't think so. Because this sound had a very special rhythm.

He couldn't describe it, but it was like something was desperately trying to squeeze out, and then there were many pieces of paper stuck to its body, and it was the sound of the paper being torn.

"Thump."

The floor trembled slightly.

"Thump."

Soon after, there was a second sound.

This time, Gao Yan heard it clearly. It was the sound of a foot landing, very heavy, as if wearing a pair of heavy boots.

The sound was coming from downstairs.

Right under his feet!

Connecting these things, Gao Yan's face suddenly turned pale. An image kept popping up in his mind.

A red-clothed female ghost struggled to crawl out of the mirror. Because there was a layer of paper pasted on the mirror, the paper was torn to shreds in the struggle.

Then, she took out one foot first, then the other.

As if in response to Gao Yan's guess, the thing downstairs began to move.

"Thump."

"Thump."

...

The sound was twice as loud as before. Gao Yan could imagine that the female ghost must be hopping.

She wasn't walking, but actually hopping forward like a zombie in a movie!

Damn it, Gao Yan's mouth twitched, and a chill ran down his spine. Who would have thought that this ghost would crawl out of the mirror in the equipment room!

Gao Yan recalled his cleverness just now, raised his hand, and wanted to slap himself in the face.

But he didn't, not because he didn't want to, but because he didn't dare. He was worried that making a noise would alert the female ghost.

Holding his breath, Gao Yan retracted his feet, lowered his head, and put his hands on his knees, shrinking into a small ball.

If he could, he would want to find a crack in the ground to crawl into.

"Can't see me, can't see me, the place I'm hiding is very hidden, she can't find me, can't find me..." Gao Yan prayed to all the gods and Buddhas whose names he could remember. He had never felt so humble.

But... it seemed to be really working.

With the sound of a door opening, the "thump thump" hopping gradually faded away, as if heading towards the playground, and finally disappeared into the rain.

"Whew—" Gao Yan exhaled a long breath. He slowly moved his legs, preparing to get up and move to another place.

After all, this was the ghost's birthplace. Who knew if anything else would happen? The thought of the mirror downstairs made his legs cramp.

"This place is not suitable to stay for long." He slowly changed his posture, but just as he reached out and wanted to lift the plastic cloth in front of him, as if sensing something, he decided to be more cautious.

So he slowly brought his face closer and observed the outside through the small hole he had poked before.

It was relatively dark outside, and everything was just a dark silhouette. When his gaze swept to the right, Gao Yan couldn't help but frown.

When he came in, he had briefly checked the area nearby. If he remembered correctly, there were some old equipment, such as tables and chairs, placed there neatly, and there wasn't anything too tall.

But at this moment, there was a large vase standing on the equipment.

As a flash of lightning streaked across, bringing a moment of light to the dim room, Gao Yan's pupils slowly dilated, and the next moment, they suddenly shrank into a slit.

That was not a vase at all, but two pale legs standing together. Along with the torn red skirt, water kept dripping down.

On that old table, stood a person.