Building C, next to the stairs at the corner of the corridor.
Two figures, one fat and one thin, stood there, staring at the ground not far away.
"Doctor," the fat man seemed to have something wrong with his tongue, and his words were trembling, "This is..."
About 2 meters ahead, a severed arm hung limply on the ground.
From the position of the two men, one can still see the twisted muscles and broken bones at the cross section.
"It's Yu Wen," Jiang Cheng nodded.
The fat man couldn't help but swallow. He looked away and looked in the direction of the surrounding walls. Large blood stains were splashed out, even on the ceiling.
Although I didn't see Yu Wen's body with my own eyes, it didn't matter anymore.
After turning this corner and walking a little further, you will find the music classroom.
The fat man probed his head, glanced at the darkness in front of him, and said thoughtfully: "So... Yu Wen wanted to go to the music classroom, but she didn't expect to be killed by a ghost on the way."
Jiang Cheng turned his head and stared at both sides of the corridor. After a while, he replied: "No, she was killed after she came out of the music classroom and walked here."
Just when the fat man frowned and wondered how Jiang Cheng came to this conclusion, a ringing sound suddenly rang in his ears.
Cell phone ringtone.
The two lowered their heads and realized that the sound came from the palm of the severed arm.
It's a red mobile phone.
Because the color was too similar to blood, it was not noticed immediately.
The fat man was so frightened that his body kept shaking. If Jiang Cheng hadn't been by his side, he would have almost fainted.
Jiang Cheng stepped forward, opened the fingers that were holding the phone tightly, then picked up the phone, handed it to his ear, and then pressed the answer button.
The air seemed to freeze for a moment.
Because of the distance, Fatty could only tell that the other party was a woman, and the voice he spoke was also very strange.
"I'm not," Jiang Cheng spoke for the first time after listening for a while, "Yu Wen, she..." Jiang Cheng glanced at the severed arm on the ground from the corner of his eye, and then said in a calm tone: "She is by my side, She’s fine, don’t worry, it’s just that it’s not convenient to answer the phone right now.”
Not knowing what he said, Jiang Cheng walked away a few steps, covered his mouth with his hand, and whispered a few words in reply.
The fat man wanted to follow, but Jiang Cheng stopped him with extremely serious eyes.
It wasn't until he left Seat C that Fatty seemed to be alive again and continued to throw doubts at Jiang Cheng.
"Doctor, who called just now?"
Jiang Cheng also put his cell phone into his pocket. His pocket looked bulging, and he didn't know what toys were stuffed there.
"Feng Lan," Jiang Cheng said without turning around, "she said that Yu Wen had asked her to talk about something, but she waited at the agreed place for almost two hours and still didn't see anyone."
Of course, before he could wait, he was already dead outside the music classroom in Block C.
As if he thought of something, the fat man's eyes suddenly became nervous. "Doctor," he looked at Jiang Cheng and asked in surprise, "Isn't the Feng Lan who called me a ghost in disguise?"
Jiang Cheng touched his chin: "Probably not, but this possibility cannot be completely ruled out."
"Then you have to be careful," Fatty said with concern: "Maybe answering the phone is one of the mechanisms that triggers the ghost to kill, and you may have been targeted by the ghost."
Jiang Cheng turned around after hearing this, patted the fat man on the shoulder, and was moved: "Good brother, you don't have to worry about me. I have already thought of this and prepared countermeasures in advance."
The fat man admired Jiang Cheng more and more. He felt that it was a blessing from his previous life to meet such a person to guide him in a nightmare. He also stretched out a hand, patted Jiang Cheng's shoulder, and asked excitedly: "Doctor, are you How did you do it?"
"The other party finally asked me about my identity," Jiang Cheng said slowly, "I said my name is Wang Fugui."
"Doctor, I thank you for eight generations of ancestors!"
...
Downstairs in the old dormitory, a woman wearing a scarf breathed into her hands.
She is not tall, but she has obviously been carefully dressed up. Her pink sweater collar is turned up, making her look particularly cute.
The light blue jeans hang straight down, and underneath is a pair of white wide-mouth leather shoes with a small red heart mark on the edge.
It can also be regarded as a careful trick of women.
She has been waiting here for a long time, but the person she was waiting for has never appeared.
The sky is getting darker and the temperature is getting lower and lower.
She took her hand out of her coat pocket and looked at the phone in her hand, her eyes suddenly becoming blurry.
"Miss Yu..." she said softly in an inaudible voice.
"Why is the mobile phone I gave you in the hands of a man..."
Holding the phone tightly, her eyes suddenly became cold. She stared at the night in the distance, and the corners of her mouth tightened into a straight line.
"Wang Fugui..."
...
"Fat man," Jiang Cheng asked, "are you feeling better?"
After Fatty Jiangcheng and the two left Block C, they walked along the road with street lights in the direction of the equipment room.
When passing by the cafeteria on the way, Jiang Cheng smelled the strong aroma of meat, so he forcibly pulled the fat man in in the name of helping him clean up the mess.
And generously let the fat man order whatever he wanted, saying he was treating him.
"Why do I feel like something is wrong here?" The fat man looked at the empty canteen, his face changed with fear.
There is no one here, but all the lights are on, and the dishes behind the dining area are filled with freshly cooked dishes.
Jiang Cheng stretched out his hand and touched it. It was still very hot.
The two of them took the time to visit the back kitchen, where the door was open and several pieces of chef's clothes were still hanging on the backs of chairs.
Everything was so orderly, as if everyone left at the same time just a second before they entered.
After opening the lid, broth was still simmering inside.
Heat comes out along with the aroma.
Jiang Cheng stared at the broth in the pot and seemed to think of something, so he went to find a clean spoon in a nearby cabinet, took a little and tasted it.
Fatty was shocked by Jiang Cheng's actions. He didn't understand what the latter was going to do.
But then——
"Well......"
Jiang Cheng's expression suddenly changed, and his whole expression was tangled.
"Doctor," the fat man called, "what's wrong with you?"
He subconsciously looked at the soup pot. Based on his many years of film and television experience, he knew that the soup might be poisonous.
But... the fat man wondered, could ghosts also poison themselves?
is this necessary?
Just when Fatty was thinking about how to save Jiang Cheng, the latter suddenly spoke.
"It's so hot," Jiang Cheng opened his mouth wide, fanning himself with his hands and breathing heavily.
"Hot?" The fat man's eyes widened.
Feeling that it was almost done, Jiang Cheng covered his mouth, put down the spoon in his hand, and picked up the chef's spoon used to serve soup on the shelf next to him. While serving it, he said to the fat man standing next to him: "It's better to serve it out first. Drink it after it cools down a bit."
Fatty: "..."
Jiang Cheng turned to look at the fat man and asked, "Aren't you going to drink?"
The fat man was silent for a while, then raised his head very seriously and said, "Doctor, have you ever thought about it, maybe it's not an accident that you are an orphan."
