Inside, it wasn't the darkness everyone expected, but rather a layer of gray mist, somewhat similar to the feeling on a bus.

Visibility was low, only about 3 or 4 meters. Beyond that, only blurry outlines could be seen.

More importantly, the moment they stepped through the door, they felt enveloped by a chilling aura.

Indeed, this place was different from the outside. Entering this door felt like entering another world.

After coming in, everyone habitually looked at Jiang Cheng, after all, he had obtained the information from Yuan Xiaoyi.

Recalling Yuan Xiaoyi's words, Jiang Cheng scanned the surroundings. There should be a guard room nearby with a visitor registration book. They needed to register first.

Using the light from his phone, Jiang Cheng found a long, narrow glass window about 10 meters to his right. It looked very much like a duty room in his memory.

Subsequently, the group slowly approached and stopped in front of a wooden door. The wooden door was quite old, and the paint on the doorknob was worn away.

A piece of white paper was pasted on the door, with the words "Duty Room" written on it. The handwriting was crooked, and Fatty suddenly had a strange feeling, as if the person who wrote the words didn't have good control of their hand, or had just learned to write and wasn't proficient yet.

Jiang Cheng reached out and gradually pressed down on the handle.

"Click."

After a crisp sound, Jiang Cheng slowly pushed open the door of the security room.

Using the light from their phones, everyone saw that the layout of the security room was very simple. A single bed was placed against the wall, and a yellow table was placed in front of the observation window. Behind the table was a rocking chair, the armrests of which were worn shiny.

There were newspapers, teacups, and other sundries on the table. The only thing that could be considered entertainment was an old-fashioned radio with a red plastic casing.

Everyone searched around briefly and found the visitor registration book hanging on the back of the door with a rope.

A ballpoint pen was clipped to the registration book.

With time pressing, everyone dared not delay. They signed their names on it one by one, then left the security room and walked towards the stairs.

But just as they closed the security room door, walked around the corner, and their figures disappeared into the corridor, a "click" suddenly sounded in the originally silent security room.

It was as if a switch somewhere had been pressed.

Immediately afterward, the red light on the radio lit up, and after a moment, a babbling, warbling tune came from the radio's speaker.

The empty rocking chair also began to move on its own without any wind, rocking back and forth, making a "creak, creak" sound.

It was as if someone was sitting on it.

......

At this moment, Jiang Cheng and the others had already arrived on the second floor of the building. Both sides were corridors. According to Yuan Xiaoyi, they needed to find a registration book on each floor of the building, then leave their names, and leave before 12:44 am to be considered as breaking the ghost story.

But the medical school building had five floors, and it would definitely not be enough time to search room by room.

Just as everyone was hesitating, a voice came, Wang Qi squinting, staring into the depths of the corridor, "Since there isn't enough time, then we have no choice but to split up."

Although everyone knew the disadvantages of splitting up, and with the influence of years of horror movies, more than half of the people in the movies who split up were caught and killed by ghosts.

But there was no better way at the moment. It was better for one person to die than for everyone to die. After all, everyone had signed their names in the registration book.

Jiang Cheng guessed that if they couldn't complete the task within the specified time, that registration book would probably become their death record.

Moreover, people always had a sense of侥幸 (jiǎo xìng, luck), always feeling that with so many people around, the person who should die wouldn't be themselves.

Those who were originally together definitely wouldn't want to separate. Jiang Cheng glanced at Wen Liangshan and said in a low voice, "Be careful."

Upon hearing this, Wen Liangshan's legs began to tremble, and he looked at Jiang Cheng with fear in his eyes, "You... what do you mean? Did you discover something?"

"This brother of mine is proficient in the *Zhou Yi* (Book of Changes), and he did a fortune telling for you before leaving tonight." Jiang Cheng pointed to Fatty and said.

Upon hearing this, Fatty immediately cooperated by squinting his eyes, twisting his fingers with his left hand, posing as an expert, his thumb touching the tips of his other fingers back and forth. After a few seconds, he suddenly looked at Wen Liangshan with an expression that said you're done for, you're going to die, "Your *yintang* (glabella) is dark, and your face has a bad omen."

"Don't scare me." Wen Liangshan was skeptical.

"Believe it or not, you'll see if you die later." Huai Yi also said indifferently.

With such clumsy means, they successfully pulled Wen Liangshan into their group.

Just looking at this young man, Fatty and Huai Yi felt much safer, that feeling was like buying insurance.

Jiang Cheng's group of four went to the right, and the others went to the left, searching upward floor by floor in this order.

When they found a signature book, they would let one person sign their name.

This was also what Yuan Xiaoyi said. Apart from the security room at the entrance, which required everyone's signature, for the other signature books, it was enough for someone to sign, proving that they had been there.

The corridor was dark and silent, and everyone unconsciously lightened their footsteps, as if afraid of disturbing the things sleeping here.

Both sides of the corridor were classrooms, and the doors on both sides were closed. They didn't search room by room, that was too stupid.

According to Yuan Xiaoyi, the room with the registration book must be special.

Jiang Cheng suddenly stopped, he noticed that the door of the room closest to him was actually sealed with a yellow-brown strip.

He turned on his flashlight and shone it forward, this was the only room with a seal.

Wen Liangshan stared at the seal, swallowing saliva involuntarily, "Seal... why is this room sealed? Who put it there, could it be the police?"

"Could it be that a murder happened inside?"

Too lazy to pay attention to him, Jiang Cheng walked forward and gently pushed with his hand, the door opened.

The seal seemed to have been pasted for a long time and was no longer secure. It fell to the ground with a light touch.

Wen Liangshan curiously peered inside. It wasn't a classroom, but an office, with several desks and a water dispenser in the corner.

"Let's go in." Jiang Cheng said to Wen Liangshan.

"Me?" Wen Liangshan's face was full of refusal.

Seeing this, Huai Yi sneered, his fists clenched with a creak, "You want to freeload? You want to take advantage without paying?"

In the end, Wen Liangshan hardened his heart and went in.

After entering, everyone found that it wasn't big, but it was indeed the teacher's office.

There was a photo on the wall inside, showing a middle-aged man.

Below was a brief introduction of the person.

The name was a bit blurry, but the title was professor.

Fatty also found another person's introduction in front of another desk, also a professor. From the layout, this was a double office, and the owners of the office were these two professors.

But the seal on the door clearly indicated that something bad had happened here.