Chapter 24 A Bed

"Moving the bed..." Mu Wanming's face turned somewhat pale, as if she was still in lingering fear.

"Isn't that unnecessary?" Another voice chimed in. Bai Xiaojie looked a little impatient, her eyes darting around the room. It was clear that she didn't want to stay in this room for another minute. "Since she's alright, I think we should hurry back to our rooms and rest. Whatever it is, we can discuss it when it's dawn."

"Miss Bai is right." Jiang Zhao comforted Mu Wanming with a few words, then stood up, intending to leave.

Jiang Cheng also knew that staying here wasn't a good option at the moment, but he needed to verify something.

He suspected that the real Mu Wanming was already dead, her body hidden under the bed, and the current Mu Wanming was a ghost in disguise. Once she managed to deceive them, who knew what trouble she would cause.

According to his understanding of the rules, exposing a ghost's disguise on the spot usually wouldn't lead to any harm.

Mu Wanming's evasive eyes deepened his suspicion.

Miao Qing also spoke in a comforting tone, "Miss Mu, don't be afraid. Since we're gathered here, it's fate. We don't want to see you in danger, so please allow us to check."

Liu Hui walked over at the right moment and helped Mu Wanming off the bed. "Miss Mu, why are you sweating so much? Quickly put on this blanket."

Liu Hui's actions were very natural, but in Jiang Cheng's eyes, it made him respect her even more. This girl was clever. She must have guessed Jiang Cheng's intentions, and to dare to help someone who was likely a ghost off the bed showed extraordinary courage.

Without Mu Wanming's obstruction, Miao Qing and Jiang Cheng went up to the bed. The underside of the bed was covered with wooden planks, so even if they lay on the ground, they couldn't see if anything was hidden underneath.

Including Miao Qing, there were exactly four of them. Each grabbed a corner of the bed and applied force together. "It's so heavy!" Huai Yi was a little surprised. The bed didn't look that heavy, and Huai Yi knew about Jiang Cheng and Fatty's strength.

"What's going on?" Fatty blinked in confusion. With the four of them working together, the bed only trembled slightly.

Thinking of the iron chair in his room, Jiang Cheng squatted down and knocked on the bed board. The sound was as he expected. The bed was indeed made of wood, not iron.

Fatty also squatted down like Jiang Cheng. He found a gap between the bed boards and peered through it. It was very dark inside. He thought for a moment, then took out his phone, preparing to turn on the flashlight to shine inside.

"Fatty," Jiang Cheng suddenly said.

Fatty had just taken out his phone. Hearing the doctor call him, he paused his hand and looked up in confusion.

Just now, Jiang Cheng suddenly had an even bolder guess. This guess sent a chill down his spine. The feeling this bed gave him wasn't one of heaviness, but as if another force was pulling against them.

Could it be… that the Mu Wanming in front of them was the real one, and the ghost was hiding under the bed, desperately gripping the bed board to prevent them from moving it?!

The moment this image flashed through his mind, Jiang Cheng's breathing hitched.

If that were the case, things would be completely different. The moment they moved the bed, they would be attacked by the ghost!

"Are you guys done yet? Don't you remember what the housekeeper said?" Ouyang Huanbin said with dissatisfaction, "He told us to stay in our rooms as much as possible at night."

"You're right," Jiang Cheng said calmly, "It's too late. Let's go back."

Miao Qing seemed to have thought of something as well, his expression changing drastically, but he quickly recovered. He casually moved further away from the bed and echoed, "It is indeed too late. If we stay any longer, I'm worried it'll be dangerous to go back."

After a few simple words of comfort to Mu Wanming, everyone retreated and quickly returned to their rooms.

After checking the doors and windows, Jiang Cheng sat back on his bed. His heart was beating fast. He was at least 70% sure that a ghost was hiding under Mu Wanming's bed!

The way to verify it was simple. The answer would be revealed early tomorrow morning.

He took out his phone and sent messages to Fatty and Huai Yi, reminding them to pay attention to the doors and windows, and not to save on the lighting in the room. They should turn on as many lights as possible, and keep their phones by their side. Based on the information Mu Wanming provided, the ghost seemed to have an aversion to light.

After receiving replies from Fatty and Huai Yi, Jiang Cheng put away his phone, rested his arms behind his head, and lay on the bed, his gaze fixed on the ceiling.

Mu Wanming's slightly mean face appeared in his mind, but he didn't feel much disgust at the moment. After all, for Mu Wanming, tomorrow might never come.

Miao Qing's group was in a similar situation to Jiang Cheng's. Liu Hui had also realized the problem, so she wasn't surprised when she received Miao Qing's message. Bai Xiaojie, on the other hand, was quite frightened.

Apart from the sound of the wind outside the window, the building was very quiet at night. Everyone had an unsettling feeling, as if they were the only living person in the building.

The next morning, Jiang Cheng shuddered before sitting up. He looked out the window and saw that it was already dawn.

He didn't remember when he had fallen asleep.

He walked to the door and listened to the sounds outside for a while before opening it. Miao Qing and the other three were already standing on the side of the corridor, gathered together and discussing something in low voices.

Having received Jiang Cheng's message, Huai Yi and Fatty also came out one after another. Fatty even took the trouble to observe behind the crack in the door for a while. Jiang Cheng was very satisfied with Fatty's performance this time.

Even if he was gone one day, he hoped that Fatty could live well.

After Jiang Zhao and Ouyang Huanbin appeared, the atmosphere suddenly became tense. Only Mu Wanming hadn't appeared. "I sent her messages and called her, but she didn't respond," Jiang Zhao said, clutching his phone, looking nervous.

They arrived outside Mu Wanming's room. Ouyang Huanbin called out a few times, but there was no sound inside. In his anxiety, Ouyang Huanbin pushed the door, and the next moment, the door actually opened.

"Creak—"

The sound of friction made their teeth ache. When they came yesterday, it wasn't like this. It was as if in just one night, the door hinge had aged beyond recognition.

The bloody scene they had imagined didn't appear in the room. Mu Wanming was lying on her side on the bed, her sleeping posture very peaceful, but everyone knew at this moment that she was already dead.

"Wanming," Jiang Zhao called out softly, his eyes turning red and his voice trembling uncontrollably.

He walked forward unsteadily, behaving like an ordinary old man. He reached out to touch Mu Wanming's body under the blanket, but the next moment, his expression changed drastically.

He slowly lifted the blanket, and underneath were two old, yellowed pillows and some tattered strips of cloth of unrecognizable colors. Mu Wanming's body had disappeared, leaving only her head, eyes quietly closed, lying horizontally on the pillow.