"You should go ask them," Luo Yi replied.

"What did that Director Li say to you?"

Luo Yi frowned. "What Director Li?"

"The one who led the group that caught you, the director of academic affairs," Zhou Taifu helped explain from the side, "Her surname is Li, Director Li."

Luo Yi looked even more confused. "There aren't any directors, just those three female security guards. You've all seen them."

"Hiss..."

The fatty sucked in a cold breath. The plot development was a bit off.

But since Luo Yi had already said so, everyone didn't have any other choice. But judging from their eyes, no one believed him.

They all believed he was hiding something.

In the end, they parted unhappily.

Back in the room, Zhen Jianren first stuck himself to the door and listened quietly for a few minutes. After confirming that no one was eavesdropping, he walked to Luo Yi's bed and sat down.

He raised his chin and said slowly, "Now you can talk."

Unexpectedly...

"I'm telling the truth," Luo Yi said with a helpless expression, spreading his hands. "There really weren't any clues there. I was just about to leave when I was caught by several female security guards who rushed in."

"They closed the door and, without saying a word, gave me a good beating."

"And then... you guys came."

...

"Pa-ta!"

Jiang Cheng threw the gnawed duck bones into the bag, turned his head, and said to the fatty, "Fatty, help me unscrew the iced red tea. My hands are oily."

The fatty unscrewed the bottle and handed it over. Jiang Cheng took it and "gulped" down several large mouthfuls. The spicy sensation in his mouth was now gone.

"Fatty," Jiang Cheng asked, wrestling with the duck's head, tilting his head, "Aren't you eating?"

The fatty shook his head, his fat face looking worried.

After a long while, he looked up and asked, "Doctor," he stared at Jiang Cheng, "Do you think Luo Yi is telling the truth?"

Jiang Cheng put down the duck's head in his hand, thought for a while, and nodded, "It should be true."

"How so?"

"He doesn't need to lie," Jiang Cheng said. "They think they've already been targeted by a ghost, so their most urgent need is to escape the mission."

"Under these conditions, they won't do things that harm the team's interests. They can't wait for others to find clues quickly and end the mission."

"You can understand it this way," Jiang Cheng tilted his head to look at the position of 405 next door, with an expression of solemn respect, "The two brothers, Zhen Jianren and Luo Yi, are now our most loyal lackeys."

Although Jiang Cheng's metaphors were always strange, the fatty thought about it simply and knew that what he said made sense.

"Doctor," he raised his head and continued to ask, "How did the female ghost suddenly disappear?"

Hearing this question, Jiang Cheng's face changed slightly. He paused, as if out of respect for the female ghost, he discarded half of the duck's head in his hand.

After a long while, he replied, "What is certain now is that this is definitely not a good thing. There are few clues at the moment, and I can't make a specific judgment, but I suspect it has something to do with the rules."

The fatty's eyes widened slightly, "You said... the rules?"

Fan Li had also mentioned something similar, but unfortunately, he only said half a sentence before he was gone.

He was even exposed in the newspaper, asking people to identify him.

"Yes," Jiang Cheng nodded, "Each mission has its own rules, and this rule not only binds us but also binds the ghosts in the mission."

"But as the mission deadline approaches, the rules are gradually being blurred. Take this mission as an example. In the first rehearsal, the ghost must be filmed no matter what."

"That is to say, within a fixed period, the ghost must appear there; otherwise, the plot cannot be advanced."

"But you saw it this time," Jiang Cheng said, "The ghost disappeared. Until now, we don't know where she went."

"Moreover, since the mission has stipulated a time limit, then I think the end of the time limit is our death date, but will we be directly erased by the inherent rules?"

Jiang Cheng shook his head, "I don't think so. I think the most reasonable arrangement is that the ghost will break through all the rules imposed on it and appear in front of us in the most barbaric posture, ignoring time, space, terrain, and other conditions, and kill all the survivors."

"Then, the whole team is wiped out, and the mission ends."

The fatty felt a chill down his spine as he listened. He swallowed and said, "Doctor, you don't have to explain it to me in such detail. I just need to know how to survive. I'm better than you at how to die."

"Fatty?"

The fatty looked up at Jiang Cheng and suddenly felt that his whole person had changed a lot. He hesitated for a few seconds before carefully replying, "Doctor, what do you want to say?"

"No matter what happens tonight, don't leave this room."

"Okay... okay."

The fatty swallowed hard.

Jiang Cheng retracted his gaze and looked out the window. Tonight seemed to be darker than usual. On the way back, a few dark clouds floated in the distance, frighteningly gloomy.

Another rainy night...

Jiang Cheng stared out the window, his eyes seeming to hide something the fatty couldn't understand. After a long while, he slowly turned his head and said, "You go to sleep. I'll stay up all night tonight."

...

The night grew darker.

Without thunder or lightning, a late autumn rain arrived late.

The raindrops were neither too big nor too small, knocking on the window, making a dull sound.

The fatty shrunk his whole body into the quilt, exposing only a pair of small eyes, looking around in all directions.

The wind, blowing in from somewhere, swept through the corridor, across the door seam, making a whirring sound, like the wailing of a dying person.

The fatty was wide awake.

Jiang Cheng sat alone on the spread-out bedding, silently gnawing on a duck's head.

Half of his face was hidden in the darkness, and his dark eyes seemed to be even deeper than the night. A strange feeling suddenly arose in the fatty's heart.

Tonight... someone will die.

The thought涌出míngmò yǒngchū (erupted inexplicably).

Extremely strong.

The darkness in the room was almost overwhelming.

The only source of light was the camera beside Jiang Cheng.

The camera screen was lit, flickering constantly.

It should be playing a video.

But no sound was emitted.

The entire building seemed to be covered by the wind and rain, without any sound left by the passage of life.

405, 406.

Both were too quiet.

Jiang Cheng threw away the last duck's head, took out a wet wipe, and carefully dried his hands.

Then, he slowly stood up.

"Fatty," he called softly, as if he knew the latter hadn't slept at all.

But what scared the fatty the most was his unusually calm voice.

In his memory, he had never seen such a doctor.

Jiang Cheng paused and continued, "Something happened..."

The fatty scrambled up in a hurry. His first reaction was to look at the door and window, but he didn't notice anything unusual.

Then, as if he suddenly realized something, he swallowed.

The next second, he mechanically raised his neck and looked at the ceiling.