Inside the dormitory.
Sun Yujia watched with her own eyes as the old oil painting, which was suspected of being haunted, eerily appeared beside Wang Yue's bed. She was absolutely certain that it had been placed on Zhang Xia's bed before. It had not been moved since Zhang Xia disappeared, and no one had touched it during that time. After all, it was someone else's personal belonging; they had that much basic decency.
But now, the problematic oil painting hung beside Wang Yue's bed, almost pressed against her, while Wang Yue herself was still sleeping with her head buried down, completely unaware.
Sun Yujia's terrified scream seemed to wake Wang Yue. She said impatiently, "What is it now? I was just about to fall asleep. After you screamed like that, I'm definitely going to have insomnia tonight."
"Th-that painting is... beside you," Sun Yujia said in a trembling voice.
"What painting is beside me?" Wang Yue had no idea what she meant.
"It's... the painting Zhang Xia brought back from outside. That problematic painting is beside your bed now," Sun Yujia said.
"How could that painting be by my—" Before she could finish, Wang Yue turned around and froze.
A huge oil painting more than half a person's height stood against the wall beside her bed. On it was a woman with blurred features, dressed in a European-style red gown. The figure did not take up much of the painting; most of it was background. That background looked familiar. Though dim, oppressive, and dark in tone, the buildings resembled those of this university.
After a brief daze, Wang Yue quickly snapped awake as well. She said in surprise, "How did this painting get beside my bed? Who put it here? It's filthy."
Sun Yujia was still terrified. "N-no one touched