"What's even scarier is... the woman was wearing a pair of red high heels!"

Hearing this, Yu Wen and Zhang Yinyin's expressions changed.

They immediately thought of the high heels the woman had mentioned earlier, hidden in the sound of footsteps.

Could it be...?

The woman didn't give them time to think, and then said in a hoarse voice, "It was also from that time that I began to suspect the identities of these people."

"Although I hadn't been at the school for long, I had met the people from the security department a few times. In my memory, I had never encountered these people."

"And the people from the security department are not allowed to wear high heels while on duty."

"I deliberately dawdled for a while, saying I needed to find something, and they stood outside the door waiting for me. But soon the man in the lead, the fierce-looking bald guy," the woman emphasized.

"His attitude became worse and worse, his face so gloomy it seemed like it would drip water. Although I was scared to death, I stubbornly insisted that I hadn't found what I was looking for and wouldn't leave."

"They stayed outside the door the whole time, never entering the office, right?" Yu Wen asked.

The woman nodded, a similar expression of doubt appearing on her face. "That's right, I've never understood it either. The door was open, but they just wouldn't come in, preferring to wait for me outside."

"What happened next?" Zhang Yinyin couldn't help but ask, "How did you get away?"

"When I realized they weren't going to barge in for the time being, I calmed down a bit, and then made an excuse to go to the director's office to get some materials, but I was actually thinking of hiding in there."

Speaking of this, the woman explained, "Our office was a large room, where all the teachers from the department worked. The innermost part was a separate room, which served as the department head's office."

"I didn't pay attention to their reaction. Anyway, I had already decided to go to the department head's office and use her phone to call other teachers for help."

"There was a large mirror on the door, hung up specifically for the teachers to tidy up their appearance."

"Just as I opened the door halfway, the angle of the mirror was just right to see the doorway, and I subconsciously glanced at it..."

The woman stopped speaking there, and Yu Wen noticed that her eyes widened slowly, filled with horror.

Zhou Taifu was so scared he was about to cry, hugging his shoulders and saying, "Don't leave us hanging like that! What did you... what did you see?"

"Standing in front of the door... standing four people." The woman gasped heavily, the small space sounding like an old, broken bellows.

Zhang Yinyin frowned sharply.

This didn't match her guess.

Yu Wen also stopped writing and looked at the woman in front of her, puzzled.

After a long time...

"They all had no chins." The woman raised her head and said each word distinctly.

...

"Doctor," the fatty said while slurping his millet porridge, "you're amazing! How did you know those two guys in 405 would quietly wipe away the bloody handprint?"

Jiang Cheng chewed for a while, then slowly spat out a fish bone. Yesterday's fried fish was good, so he ordered another portion today in a good mood.

"People targeted by ghosts during missions are bound to be abandoned by others," Jiang Cheng explained. "This mission is not easy, and he can't handle it on his own."

---

Time rewinds to a few hours earlier, around 4 or 5 in the morning.

Outside the window it was still pitch black.

The fatty leaned against the wall, his head tilted, sleeping soundly.

The next second, he felt a sudden chill on his neck.

He woke up with a start, instinctively thinking a ghost had come to snap his neck.

"Doctor," the fatty looked at Jiang Cheng in front of him, who was holding a bottle of mineral water and occasionally glancing at him. He suddenly felt a little embarrassed and stammered, "I swear I just fell asleep! I was on watch before!"

Jiang Cheng didn't bother to argue with him, but just told him to be quiet and that he would go out with him in a while.

The fatty shook his drowsy head, got out of bed, and pulled open a corner of the curtain. He glanced outside first, then turned his head and asked in confusion, "It's not dawn yet, won't it be dangerous to go out now?"

Jiang Cheng had already packed what he needed and turned to ask, "Or should I go by myself and you stay here and wait for me?"

The fatty thought for a moment and nodded. "Okay, then be careful, Doctor."

Just as Jiang Cheng was about to open the door to leave, his body suddenly paused, and then, as if he suddenly remembered something, he turned back and said to the fatty in a low voice, "By the way, when I woke up just now, I vaguely saw a figure under your bed."

The fatty jumped. "???"

"Of course," Jiang Cheng continued, "it's also possible that I was just seeing things."

The fatty was completely awake now. His throat rolled and he immediately distanced himself from the bed.

"Doctor," he said, looking terrified, but he didn't dare to speak loudly. His face was very conflicted. "Don't scare me! I may look big, but I'm actually very fragile inside."

"It's okay, don't take it to heart," Jiang Cheng comforted. "Always think positively. Even if it's really a ghost, it's not necessarily here to kill you. Maybe it just wants to break your limbs, then pull out all your teeth, and hang you upside down on the flagpole as a mascot?"

Hearing this, the fatty grabbed his coat and put it on, shivering. "Doctor, please stop talking! I... I'd better go with you."

"Do you want to think about it again?" Jiang Cheng never forces anyone to do anything. He was asking for the fatty's own opinion.

"No need," the fatty shook his head. "Even if I don't go with you, I don't think I can stay in this room anymore."

"Alright then."

But what the fatty didn't expect was that they didn't leave the dormitory building, and didn't even leave the room very far.

They stood in front of the door of 405.

By the dim light, the fatty watched Jiang Cheng take out a small white bottle from his pocket.

It was the kind used for medicine, very common.

Then there was a long wait.

The fatty's task was to keep watch for Jiang Cheng.

His eyesight was good. In school, he could see the answer sheets of the top students across the aisle.

Now his neck turned flexibly, like a solid human radar.

"Whoosh—"

"Whoosh—"

A gust of wind, sweeping in from who knows where, swept across the corridor, blowing the debris on the ground and some half-open doors, making indescribable strange noises.

Jiang Cheng immediately turned the medicine bottle upside down in his right palm.

The fatty's sharp eyes saw that it was a slightly viscous liquid, dark in color.

At the same time, a familiar smell came back to his nostrils.

A strong fishy smell, mixed with a little sweetness.

It was blood!

His pupils shrank.

Then he saw Jiang Cheng smear the blood evenly on his palm, then gently imprint it on the door of 405.

After the palm left, there was a clear bloody handprint.

The fatty's eyes widened, his throat "gulped."

Then Jiang Cheng turned the medicine bottle over again, tapped it, and used the remaining blood to continue drawing, extending each finger to twice its normal length.