As night deepened, the ceiling's countless mottled stains were still visible through the darkness.
But apart from the stains, there was nothing else.
The Fatty withdrew his gaze and looked at Jiang Cheng in confusion. His lips moved for a while before he finally asked cautiously, "Doctor, I don't understand what you mean."
"It's already midnight." Jiang Cheng held the camera in his hand, but his eyes were fixed on the door.
The Fatty grew even more confused.
"Yesterday, nobody died," Jiang Cheng said.
At that, the Fatty's body stiffened, then began to tremble uncontrollably. He stared at Jiang Cheng's face and couldn't help asking, "Doctor, isn't it a good thing that nobody died?"
"It is." Jiang Cheng's face showed no emotion. "But it isn't normal."
"Are you saying it's normal for someone to die every day?" The Fatty suddenly raised his voice.
"Yes." Jiang Cheng nodded firmly. "At least one person."
They had already spent three full days in this mission.
The Qipao Woman had died on the first night, and Long Tao had died on the afternoon of the second day.
Now it was the fourth day.
It was true: nobody had died yesterday.
Despite a few twists and turns, everyone had returned safely to the dormitory.
"Doctor," the Fatty said quietly, swallowing. "Could you just be too tense? Maybe the ghost needs to rest, too."
Jiang Cheng ignored him.
A moment later, the Fatty tried again. "Doctor, you've done more than enough. Don't put so much pressure on yourself."
Jiang Cheng kept reviewing the camera in his hands, over and over.
Zhen Jianren had photographed almost the entire music classroom, inside and out. He had even taken pictures of the teachers and students, but they still hadn't found any trace of the ghost.
The ghost seemed to