Something's Wrong

"Alright, you can open your eyes now."

Yang Jian's voice rang in her ears, and when Miao Xiaoshan opened her eyes again, she found herself in the school's basketball gym.

The lights in the basketball court were already on, and at this moment, the place was empty except for the two of them.

Miao Xiaoshan had begun to resist this bizarre change of location, appearing in places that were impossible to reach in a short time. Although she felt strange, she was not panicked.

"Is this place safe?" Miao Xiaoshan asked.

Yang Jian rubbed his forehead and casually sat down in a spectator seat. "I don't know. If that thing starts killing, there won't be a safe place in this city."

"Is it the oil painting in my dorm room?" Miao Xiaoshan sat down next to Yang Jian, and then began to tidy up her shoes that she hadn't put on yet.

Yang Jian, "That's just one of the oil paintings. It's a strange and terrifying curse. Wherever that thing appears, someone will be killed by a ghost. The source is still undetermined, and many people are having a headache over this matter recently."

"Is it dangerous? How does it compare to the ghosts at No. 7 Middle School back then?" Miao Xiaoshan paused for a moment before asking.

"For ordinary people, it's all the same, not much difference, but for me, the difference is huge. Back in No. 7 Middle School, I could save a few people, but if this thing targets me, I might die too."

Yang Jian, "Do you still remember what Zhou Zheng said during his lecture back then?"

Miao Xiaoshan nodded.

"The killing patterns of ghosts are very important. If we can figure this out, we can at least guarantee our survival in front of ghosts. But the problem is that the killing patterns of ghosts can only be figured out after we come into contact with them." As he said this, Yang Jian raised his head slightly and looked at Miao Xiaoshan's tight but cute face.

"This process requires risking your life. Some people make mistakes and die mysteriously, while others succeed and are lucky enough to survive. For most ordinary people, there is only one chance to try and fail."

"No one is lucky enough to discover the ghost's killing pattern on the first try, so the best approach is to stay away from these kinds of events. You've been through the incident at No. 7 Middle School, so you should know that this isn't the time to think about others, but rather to save as many lives as possible. If they don't appreciate it, just ignore them."

"Otherwise, you'll die too."

Miao Xiaoshan lowered her head slightly and said, "But they are my roommates. I can't just stand by and watch them die. Didn't you save us back in No. 7 Middle School?"

"There are no people who can be saved."

Yang Jian said in a low voice, "These kinds of incidents are becoming more and more frequent, and the number of victims is also increasing. If you try to save everyone, you won't be able to save anyone, because you'll die even faster than them. Zhou Zheng is the best example of this. I don't want to become the second Zhou Zheng. If I have to make a choice, why don't I prioritize the safety of my family and friends?"

"Yang Jian, you've changed." Miao Xiaoshan muttered.

"You're too kind. If I thought like you, I'd probably be dead by now," Yang Jian.

Miao Xiaoshan said, "Fine, let's stop arguing, okay? Since that painting is so dangerous, can you find a way to get everyone in the dormitory building to leave? I don't want them to experience something so terrible; after all, supernatural events are too cruel for them. I'm begging you."

Seeing that Yang Jian still maintained a cold demeanor, she grabbed Yang Jian arm and pleaded with him.

"You don't need to beg me, just tell me you need my help."

Yang Jian didn't say much, but directly picked up his satellite-guided phone. "Evacuating a dormitory building is something we can't accomplish by talking all we want. We might even get arrested as crazy."

"Here, only Headquarters has this capability."

Soon, the satellite-positioned mobile phone connected.

"Liu Xiaoyu, it's me," Yang Jian said.

"I heard you, what's up?" Liu Xiaoyu responded very readily.

Yang Jian, "I'm currently at the university's basketball court. There are ghostly drawings appearing in the girls' dormitory building. You'd better notify the school and have them evacuate everyone from the dormitory building."

"How far has the situation progressed? Have there been any casualties?" Liu Xiaoyu's speech immediately quickened, sounding urgent.

"No one has died yet, but with a ghostly painting appearing in a dormitory building, it's only a matter of time before someone dies," Yang Jian.

Liu Xiaoyu immediately replied, "I understand. You'll handle things over there, right? We'll send a team to assist you. We've already sent anyone else out; the people in charge all have other assignments. Could you please do me a favor this time?"

"Then you owe me a favor," Yang Jian.

"Thank you." Liu Xiaoyu breathed a sigh of relief.

"That's all for now. Come find me at the basketball court when you arrive." Yang Jian said and then disconnected the call.

Miao Xiaoshan noticed Yang Jian's phone, which was exactly the same as Zhou Zheng's phone from back then. Only now did she understand what Yang Jian had been doing for the past six months and why he had changed so much.

"Even if you can't refuse, don't agree too readily, or people will take it for granted." Yang Jian put down his phone and said, "The moment I arrived here, I knew that the things that happened here would definitely fall on my shoulders, and to be honest, I don't want to deal with these kinds of things."

"After all, I'm afraid of dying too. If I could, who would want to deal with that kind of thing? If you encounter a powerful ghost, even Jesus would have to kneel down. Who could withstand that?"

He shook his head slightly.

From the day he became Ghost Tamer, he was no longer in control of his own destiny. He could not stop, otherwise the evil spirits within him would devour him completely, leaving not even ashes.

"Yang Jian, I'm sorry."

At this very moment.

In the dormitory room where Miao Xiaoshan used to live.

With Zhang Xia's disappearance, Miao Xiaoshan and Yang Jian's departure, and Liu Zi's subsequent pursuit, only the two roommates remain in the dormitory.

One Sun Yujia, who slept in the upper bunk of Miao Xiaoshan's bed, and the other was named Wang Yue, who slept in the bed opposite hers.

Although it was getting late, neither of them felt sleepy.

The events of the past ten minutes still lingered in their minds.

"That high school classmate of Yang Jian Miao Xiaoshan, is so bad. You can tell he's not a good person at first glance. Taking Miao Xiaoshan out so late can't be anything good. We absolutely can't let people like that come and go from our dorm room so easily. If he tries to force his way in again, I'll call the police." Wang Yue said indignantly, still thinking about the glare Yang Jian gave her earlier.

She had never seen that look in anyone else's eyes before.

It was as if it touched her soul, and she still feels lingering fear to this day.

Just like in a novel, his eyes revealed murderous intent.

"Wang Yue, don't you find something strange?"

"What's strange?" Wang Yue asked.

Sun Yujia poked her head out from under the covers and said, "Of course it's Yang Jian."

"Isn't he just a pretty boy? He's not even handsome, and he always acts like a show-off. He has no money and no education; he'll get what's coming to him sooner or later," Wang Yue said.

"That's not what I mean by strange. I mean, how did Yang Jian get to school? And how did he end up outside our dorm? Yang Jian shouldn't have been at school when Miao Xiaoshan called, but the time between hanging up and Yang Jian appearing is far too short."

Upon closer reflection, she realized that there were far too many illogical things about Yang Jian.

In reality, her reaction was much slower. Liu Zi already noticed this, which is why she chose to believe Yang Jian's words and hurriedly chased after him, leaving the dormitory.

"What do you want to say?" Wang Yue was still angry and didn't think much of it.

Sun Yujia whispered, "I just feel more and more uneasy about it. Besides, Liu Zi was acting very strangely just now. She rushed out and never came back. Do you think the ghost story about our dorm being haunted is true?"

"It's almost bedtime, can't you just not tell ghost stories?" Wang Yue said. "I don't want to hear them. I'm so sleepy, I just want to sleep. Let them do whatever they want."

Sun Yujia remained silent, and the dormitory returned to quiet.

But a shadow had been cast over both of them, because neither of them had mentioned turning off the lights.

The lights were still on in the dormitory room.

However, the two of them couldn't fall asleep no matter what they did, and instead became more and more energetic.

His mind kept replaying what had just happened, Miao Xiaoshan's words, and the various illogical things Yang Jian had done.

About ten minutes later, Sun Yujia couldn't help but say again, "When Miao Xiaoshan was talking to Yang Jian earlier, I heard Yang Jian say on the phone that there was something wrong with the painting in our dormitory and that Miao Xiaoshan should stay away from that painting. He was probably referring to the oil painting that Zhang Xia brought back from the art museum."

As she thought about it, she became increasingly uneasy.

If what Yang Jian said is true, then the problematic oil painting is right near his bed, less than four meters away.

Sun Yujia hesitated for a while, but finally mustered up her courage, secretly lifted a corner of the quilt, and peeked at Zhang Xia's bed, wanting to see if there was really a problem with the oil painting.

But when her gaze fell on the lower bunk opposite, she discovered that the oil painting that had been there was gone.

"Huh? It's gone."

Sun Yujia was stunned for a moment, then looked around in a slightly flustered manner.

She clearly remembered that the painting was right there, and Yang Jian and Miao Xiaoshan hadn't taken it with them when they left. How could it have disappeared in such a short time?

The strange and unusual events accelerated her unease.

Soon.

Sun Yujia found the old oil painting.

It was still in the dormitory, but it wasn't in its previous spot; instead, it had mysteriously appeared beside Wang Yue's bed.

"Wang Yue!" she cried out in alarm, instinctively.

The string in Sun Yujia's heart snapped completely, and she now believed that there really was something wrong with the oil painting in her dormitory room.

The previous chapter, "Roommate," was 550 words; I made a mistake, but it doesn't affect reading.

However, the chapter was blocked for some reason. You'll get used to it.