In the dormitory.
Sun Yujia saw with her own eyes the strange appearance of the old oil painting, that was thought to be problematic, next to Wang Yue's bed. She was very certain that the painting had been placed on Zhang Xia's bunk before and hadn't been moved since Zhang Xia's disappearance; no one had touched it in the meantime, after all it was someone else's personal possession, and they all had that level of decency.
But now, the problematic painting was hanging next to Wang Yue's bed, almost touching her, while Wang Yue herself was still burying her head in sleep, completely unaware.
Accompanied by Sun Yujia's terrified scream, it seemed that Wang Yue, who was truly asleep, was woken up, and she said impatiently, "What now? I was almost asleep, and with your shout, I'm definitely going to have insomnia tonight."
"You... that, the painting is, is by your side," Sun Yujia said with a tremor in her voice.
"What painting is by my side?" Wang Yue had no idea.
