"There's one more thing, something I just thought of." Wang Qi paused, his eyes unfocused, as if he hadn't quite figured out what he was about to say.

Jiang Cheng watched him, waiting for him to continue.

"The last painting you showed me..." Wang Qi said hesitantly.

Raising an eyebrow, Jiang Cheng immediately realized Wang Qi was talking about Lin Wan'er. "What about her?" According to Wang Qi, Lin Wan'er was the creator of the Deep Red, and they all called her Teacher.

"Teacher...she's not a bad person. She was good to us, just a little strict." It seemed that recalling these things caused Wang Qi a headache, and his spirit was also affected. It seemed some kind of restriction was taking effect. "You...don't blame her."

Jiang Cheng pressed him, "How do you know I'll blame her? What else do you remember?"

Wang Qi covered his forehead, shaking his head repeatedly. "I don't know. My head hurts, like...like there are countless needles stabbing me. I remember Teacher had her plan. We all listened to her. The plan was very secret. Those murderers...the ones who wanted us to disappear, didn't even know. Zero, you're the core of the plan. Number 10...Number 10 too..."

"What plan? What are you plotting?" Jiang Cheng stepped forward, agitated. "What exactly does Lin Wan'er want to do?"

Blue veins popped out on Wang Qi's forehead, and his entire face became twisted. He suddenly looked up, his eyes bloodshot, staring at Jiang Cheng as if he were prey.

Before Jiang Cheng could prepare, Wang Qi seemed to be struck by a huge force, crashing into the wall and losing consciousness.

Even stranger, when his body hit the wall, it didn't make much noise.

Jiang Cheng looked at the wall. There was a black shadow on the mottled wall, with strange black ripples on its surface. The longer one looked at it, the more one felt like losing oneself.

A line of bright red words appeared on the wall: "His memory is damaged. Forcibly awakening it will cause backlash."

Jiang Cheng gasped for breath. He had a feeling that he wasn't far from the final truth.

He needed to know what Lin Wan'er was really...

The shadow on the wall trembled, which, in Jiang Cheng's eyes, was a silent mockery. As a part of him, Wu could sense his emotions, even what he was thinking.

"Can you shut up?" Jiang Cheng was in a bad mood.

Soon, more blood-red words appeared on the wall: "Cannot."

The shadow shook even more violently, and even grinned, a mouth big enough to stuff both his and Huai Yi's heads into if they were tied together.

Wu's position on Lin Wan'er was clear: it believed that woman was out to harm him.

Because the woman who created Wu was like that.

It had said more than once that it and he were the same.

No matter how much was given at first, in the end, they would suffer the same fate. It was abandoned, and he would be no exception.

"Although I know you don't have good intentions either, I still want to thank you for what happened in the sculpture hall," Jiang Cheng said to the shadow on the wall as he helped Wang Qi up.

After helping Wang Qi back to bed to rest, Jiang Cheng stayed up alone.

Huai Yi woke up halfway through, taking over Jiang Cheng's shift. He rubbed his eyes and saw Wang Qi and Fatty sleeping on the same bed.

Jiang Cheng shook his head slightly, signaling Huai Yi not to be nervous, and reminded him to be vigilant.

"The door's not closed." Huai Yi suddenly noticed that the door was open about a third of the way.

He walked over to close it, but as soon as he closed it and turned around, a gust of wind seemed to blow it open again.

After repeating this three times, Huai Yi was shocked. Was the Heart-Eating Demon coming for him?

That's not right, it should be...

When the door was completely open, Huai Yi blinked, and then a chill ran from the soles of his feet to the top of his head, instantly waking him up completely.

A black shadow lingered on the wall outside the door, one hand extended as if waiting for Huai Yi to close the door so it could push it open again.

A pair of blood-red eyes were hidden in the shadows, appearing and disappearing.

"I'm sorry!" Huai Yi immediately stepped aside and opened the door wider.

He and Wu were old acquaintances. They had met before during the hospital mission, but the atmosphere hadn't been very friendly.

The shadow floated in and went to Jiang Cheng's side, then stopped moving.

Huai Yi gasped. Before this thing came in, Jiang Cheng didn't...didn't have a shadow. He saw it clearly.

What kind of person doesn't have a shadow?

No, what...what kind of thing doesn't have a shadow?

Jiang Cheng, he... Huai Yi secretly swallowed. How many secrets was he hiding?

...

11 o'clock.

Huai Yi woke everyone up on time. Actually, Jiang Cheng didn't really need to be woken up by him, because as soon as he walked towards Jiang Cheng, the latter opened his eyes.

He wasn't asleep.

He was just thinking about something.

When Fatty found Wang Qi sleeping next to him, he was just stunned for a moment and didn't show any other special reaction.

On the other hand, Wang Qi looked a little excited when he opened his eyes and saw Fatty.

There was nothing to pack up. In an hour, they would face their final task. After a few minutes of simple sobriety, they left the dormitory.

They walked down the stairs to the corridor on the first floor.

The door to the janitor's room was ajar, just like before. The difference was that this time, there was a sound coming from inside.

Fatty, who was closest to the door, walked curiously towards the door. Suddenly, a hand grabbed his arm. Wang Qi shook his head at him and said in a low voice, "Getting you out of here is the most important thing. Don't cause any trouble."

Fatty's eyes immediately turned red when he heard this. His lips trembled, as if he wanted to say something. Wang Qi patted him, indicating that he understood.

Just as the others turned around, ready to ignore it and leave, a special sound came from inside the room.

Jiang Cheng stopped.

"Splash..."

"Splash..."

...

The sound wasn't loud, but it came in waves, like...someone was swimming in a pool, constantly splashing water with their hands.

The sound would pause in the middle, giving everyone the feeling that the person had swam to the end of the pool, then turned around and continued swimming back.

This might be a clue, or it might be a trap.

But Jiang Cheng couldn't ignore it.

He reached out and grabbed the doorknob. It was cold to the touch. He took a deep breath and slowly pulled the door open.

The floor of the room was covered in water, accumulated to a depth of about 2 or 3 centimeters. It was dark and gave people an ominous feeling.

The sound of water was coming from further inside. This was the janitor's duty room. There was no bed. At an angle inside, there was a door. The bedroom should be inside.

Jiang Cheng thought about going in with Wang Qi, but he was worried about Fatty and Huai Yi being unsafe outside. In the end, Fatty and Huai Yi took the initiative to come in.

Wading through the water on the ground, the group slowly walked to the bedroom door.

It was an old wooden door with exposed wood, at least 20 years old. It was also painted with a layer of white paint.

The door was ajar, and light shone through the crack.