"All right, you can open your eyes now."
Yang Jian's voice sounded by her ear. When Miao Xiaoshan opened her eyes again, she found herself in the school basketball gym.
The lights in the gym had already been turned on. At this hour, the place was empty except for the two of them.
Miao Xiaoshan had developed a little resistance to such bizarre changes of location, suddenly appearing somewhere they could not possibly have reached in such a short time. She found it strange, but she was not panicked.
"This place should be safe, right?" Miao Xiaoshan asked.
Yang Jian rubbed his forehead and casually sat down in the stands. "Not sure. If that thing starts killing, there won't be anywhere safe in this city."
"The oil painting in my dorm?" Miao Xiaoshan sat down beside Yang Jian, then began putting on the shoes she had not finished wearing earlier.
Yang Jian said, "That's only one of the oil paintings. This is a bizarre and terrifying curse. Wherever that thing appears, someone is bound to be killed by a ghost. The source still hasn't been identified, and a lot of people have been troubled by this lately."
"Is it dangerous? How does it compare to the ghost at Seventh High back then?" Miao Xiaoshan fell silent for a moment before asking.
"To ordinary people, they're the same. There isn't much difference. But to me, the difference is huge. Back at Seventh High, I could at least save a few people. But if this thing fixes its eyes on me, I might die too."
Yang Jian said, "Do you remember what Zhou Zheng said when he was teaching us back then?"
Miao Xiaoshan nodded.
"A ghost's killing pattern is extremely important. Once you identify it, you can at least ensure that