You Bloom, and the Butterflies Will Come

After forcing the stall door open, Chen Ge saw Qu Changlin slumped on the floor. He immediately crouched down. "Are you okay?"

At the sight of someone entering, Qu Changlin's first instinct wasn't to ask for help but to scramble backward. Terrified, he covered his head with both hands, as if the ghosts outside the door would cease to exist as long as he couldn't see them.

"What's wrong? Are you having an episode? Do you need me to call an ambulance?"

There was a hint of concern in Chen Ge's voice. In Qu Changlin's mind, ghosts wouldn't ask a question like that.

A gap opened between the fingers covering his face, and Qu Changlin peered through it at Chen Ge.

The man had an ordinary, honest face, and there was a hint of worry in his eyes.

How could someone like that be a bad person?

Qu Changlin waved a hand. He was about to ask Chen Ge for help when he suddenly remembered something. After the person hanging upside down in the darkroom had scared him out of there, someone had kept knocking outside the fourth stall. There had to be another ghost in the scene!

Suppressing his unease, Qu Changlin did his best to calm down, but his voice still trembled. "Did you hear a strange knocking just now? It had a fixed rhythm, nothing like the way we usually knock on doors!"

"The knocking?" Chen Ge frowned, then gradually relaxed. "I see. You heard this, right?"

Chen Ge stepped back and reached out to grab the Dummy hanging in midair. He gave it a gentle shake, and its head bumped against the door again and again.

"When I came in, I saw this Dummy swaying back and forth, its head hitting the door. That must have