Luo Yi, stared at by everyone, gradually turned uncomfortable.

Finally, Jiang Cheng stepped forward, saying that filming was the priority, and everything else could wait until they got back.

Pushing open the door, the group was hit with a headache by the scene before them.

The enormous music classroom was packed with people, many students without classes squeezing in to see the excitement.

A sea of youthful faces stretched out before them.

But at that moment, it vaguely made people feel uneasy.

Where there were many girls, there was bound to be endless chatter. The student cadres maintaining order were running around, exhausted.

It wasn't until a female teacher in charge of lighting lost her temper that things improved somewhat.

Two cameras.

The one that could capture ghosts was in Jiang Cheng's hands, while the other was slung behind Yu Wen's back.

Holding the camera, Jiang Cheng looked at everyone and asked, "Should I do it, or will one of you?"

A tripod had already been set up to the side.

No one reached out to take the camera, nor did anyone respond.

Everyone knew that Long Tao had died after filming the choir, using this very camera.

Coming to her senses, Zhang Yinyin even glared at Jiang Cheng secretly.

But Jiang Cheng, with his sharp eyes, noticed it.

He craned his neck, staring straight at Zhang Yinyin, and asked in a theatrical tone, "Miss Zhang, would you like to give it a try?"

"No, no..." Zhang Yinyin waved her hands quickly, "I don't want to."

......

With the experience from the last time, this time things went very smoothly.

The first three groups finished their choral performances quickly.

Finally, the grand choir... began.

Yu Wen took off the camera bag from her back, took out the other camera, then unfolded the tripod and set it up next to the first camera.

As she constantly adjusted the angle, she captured all three groups in the frame.

The three groups of girls were shuffled and stood on the choir stage in an alternating pattern.

From a distance, their heights, hairstyles, and clothing were almost completely uniform, making them appear eerily like the same person.

The singing was sometimes soft and beautiful, sometimes powerful and soaring, and under the guidance of the conductor, the last turn ended, and the chorus reached its climax...

Contrasting with the atmosphere on stage was the atmosphere on the production crew's side.

Zhou Taifu's face was pale, and he was trembling uncontrollably as he stared at the camera screen. "People... Where are the people? Why are they gone?!"

The images displayed on both cameras were exactly the same.

There were 48 people on the choir stage.

The extra person... was gone.

No, it was a ghost!

The ghost was gone.

Zhen Jianren gritted his teeth, grabbed the camera, and turned to walk out the door.

He took the one that could capture ghosts.

After the second rehearsal ended, the students, as well as the teachers in charge of equipment, lighting, and other things, left one after another.

As they stepped out of the music classroom door, they all couldn't help but notice that around the corner outside the door, there was a camera pointed at them.

Jiang Cheng and the others explained that they hoped to capture some behind-the-scenes footage.

"Thank you, everyone," Feng Lan said wearily as she walked over after seeing off the last group of teachers who had come to observe.

She first glanced at Luo Yi to make sure he was still there.

Then she turned her gaze to Yu Wen, "Miss Yu," her voice was a little strange, "can I... can I have a word with you in private?"

"If you have something to say, say it here," Yu Wen replied indifferently.

"Here..."

"Is it inconvenient?"

"No," Feng Lan shook her head quickly. She first looked into the depths of the corridor and found that almost everyone had left, and the few remaining people didn't notice them.

So she turned her head back, lowered her voice, and said quickly with a mysterious expression, "You... have you been to the equipment center?"

Yu Wen's expression finally changed, but it was only for a moment, and then returned to normal, "Yes, before coming, our equipment was stored there."

"You must never go there again," Feng Lan seemed a little anxious.

"Why?"

Hearing the mention of the equipment center, Zhen Jianren couldn't hold back any longer, after all, he was a man who had been painted by a ghost.

"I don't know either, just don't go there, everyone at the school avoids it," Feng Lan's voice grew quieter and quieter, "If the school leaders find out you've been there, they won't be happy."

Yu Wen thought for a while and nodded, "I understand, thank you."

"Then I'll go first, you should go back and rest early too."

"Goodbye."

After Feng Lan walked away quickly, Zhen Jianren couldn't help but pick up the camera and aim it at Feng Lan's back.

Unfortunately, there was nothing unusual.

They had photographed almost everyone who came today, but they didn't find that extra girl.

That ghost... had disappeared as if from thin air.

Zhen Jianren's face became even more unsightly. He had been targeted by a ghost, and maybe in the next second, he would have his chin torn off by the ghost, just like Long Tao and the qipao girl.

Yu Wen stood up at this time, looked at him, and said, "Let's go back first, this is not the place to talk."

It was a little after 3 p.m.

While the sky was still early, Jiang Cheng clamored to go to the cafeteria for dinner.

At noon, he had already been eyeing the menu posted on the blackboard outside the cafeteria.

At 4 p.m., braised pork, black pepper steak, Sichuan-style shredded chicken, spicy duck heads, and other hearty dishes were brought out one after another.

"You guys go order," Zhen Jianren found a table and sat down.

His original intention was to buy some bread or something at the supermarket on the way and eat it to fill his stomach.

But Jiang Cheng advised him to be more open-minded, saying that this might be his last meal.

Zhen Jianren's hand trembled as he just picked up his chopsticks, and he almost dropped them on the ground.

"You guys eat," Zhen Jianren put down his chopsticks, "I'm not hungry."

The others were also listless, taking a few bites, their faces full of worry.

It could be seen that only Jiang Cheng was enjoying the meal. He ate two large bowls of rice and even packed an extra serving of dry-pot duck heads to take back for a late-night snack.

"I really admire you," Zhou Taifu walked behind Jiang Cheng, so worried that he was about to cry, "How can you still eat at a time like this?"

It was strange to say, but the disappearance of the ghost was even more unsettling than its appearance.

"What does my eating have to do with ghosts?" Jiang Cheng retorted, carrying the duck heads in one hand and a large bucket of iced black tea from the supermarket in the other. "I'm eating for myself. I'm growing, not eating for ghosts."

Zhou Taifu thought for a while and couldn't find a point to refute.

After returning to the dormitory, Yu Wen stopped Luo Yi, who was about to return to his room.

When everyone was quietly looking at him, Luo Yi's nervousness began to show again. He sat on the chair in room 406.

The chair was placed in the center, surrounded by everyone.

Like an animal in a zoo.

"I know what you want to know," Luo Yi sighed, "But you're going to be disappointed. There's nothing in that archive, just some old books and documents."

"Just some books and documents?"

Luo Yi nodded, "Yes."

Yu Wen's face showed no emotion, but her tone was slightly cold, "Then why did they grab you?"