Translator: Cinder Translations
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As everyone stared at Luo Yi, his expression gradually became unnatural.
In the end, it was Jiang Cheng who stepped forward, saying that filming was a priority, and everything else could wait until they returned.
Pushing the door open, the group was greeted with a headache-inducing scene.
The spacious music classroom was packed with people, and many students without classes had squeezed in to see the commotion.
At a glance, youthful faces filled the room.
But at this moment, an uneasy feeling hung in the air.
The chatter among the crowd was incessant, and the student leaders trying to maintain order were running around, looking exhausted.
It wasn't until a female teacher in charge of the lighting lost her temper that the situation improved somewhat.
There were two cameras.
The one capable of capturing ghosts was in Jiang Cheng's hands, while the other was slung behind Yu Wen.
Holding the camera, Jiang Cheng looked at everyone and asked, "Should I take the lead, or do you want to?"
A tripod was already set up nearby.
No one reached out to take the camera or replied.
Everyone knew that Long Tao had died right after filming the choir, using that very camera.
Recovering from her shock, Zhang Yinyin even shot Jiang Cheng a glance filled with hostility.
But Jiang Cheng caught her with his keen eyes.
He stretched his neck, staring directly at Zhang Yinyin, and asked in a rhythmical tone, "Miss Zhang, do you want to give it a try?"
"No, no…" Zhang Yinyin hurriedly waved her hands, "I don't."
Thanks to their previous experience, this filming session went very smoothly.
The first three groups' performances quickly concluded.
The grand finale chorus began.
Yu Wen took off her camera bag, pulled out the second camera, and set up the tripod next to the first one.
As she continually adjusted the angles, all three groups were captured in the frame.
The three groups of girls stood on the choir stage, their order shuffled and intermingled.
From a distance, they were strikingly similar in height, hairstyle, and attire, almost eerily resembling one person.
The singing was sometimes gentle, sometimes powerful, and under the conductor's guidance, the final note soared to a climax.
In stark contrast to the lively atmosphere of the performance, the mood among the production crew was tense.
Zhou Taifu's face went pale as he trembled uncontrollably, staring at the camera screen. "Where is everyone?! Why are they missing?!"
The images displayed on both cameras were identical.
There were 48 people on stage.
The additional figure was nowhere to be found.
No, it was a ghost!
The ghost was gone.
Zhen Jianren gritted his teeth, snatched the camera, and turned to walk out.
He took the one capable of capturing ghosts.
After the second rehearsal ended, the students and the teachers responsible for equipment and lighting gradually left.
As they stepped out of the music classroom, they inadvertently noticed that a camera was pointed at them from around the corner outside.
Jiang Cheng and the others explained that they hoped to gather some behind-the-scenes footage.
"Thank you, everyone," Feng Lan said as she dragged her weary body over after seeing off the last group of observing teachers.
She first glanced at Luo Yi to confirm he was still there.
Then she turned her gaze to Yu Wen, "Miss Yu," her voice sounding a bit strange, "Can I talk to you privately for a moment?"
"Just say what you need to here," Yu Wen replied indifferently.
"Here…"
"Is it inconvenient?"
"No," Feng Lan quickly shook her head. She looked down the corridor and saw that most people had left, with only a few remaining who weren't paying attention.
So she turned back, lowered her voice, and spoke quickly, her expression mysterious, "Have you… been to the equipment center?"
Yu Wen's expression finally changed, but it was only for a moment before returning to normal. "Yes, we stored our equipment there before coming."
"You absolutely must not go there again," Feng Lan seemed somewhat anxious.
"Why?"
Upon hearing mention of the equipment center, Zhen Jianren could no longer contain himself, after all, he was the man who had been painted by a ghost.
"I don't know the details, but you should just avoid it; people at the school are all steering clear of there," Feng Lan whispered, her voice getting softer, "If the school leaders find out you've been there, they won't be happy."
Yu Wen pondered for a moment and nodded, "Understood, thank you."
"Well, I'll leave first. You should get some rest too."
"Goodbye."
Once Feng Lan had walked away quickly, Zhen Jianren, seemingly unconvinced, lifted the camera and aimed it at her back.
Unfortunately, there was nothing unusual to capture.
They had filmed almost everyone present that day, but the extra girl was still nowhere to be found.
That ghost seemed to have vanished into thin air.
Zhen Jianren's expression grew even darker; he had already been targeted by the ghost, and who knew, maybe next second, he would end up like Long Tao or the girl in the cheongsam, having his jaw torn off by the ghost.
At this moment, Yu Wen stepped forward and said to him, "Let's go back; this isn't a place for discussion."
It was already past 3 PM.
Taking advantage of the still-bright daylight, Jiang Cheng insisted on going to the cafeteria to eat.
He had been eyeing the menu posted outside since noon.
By 4 PM, dishes like braised pork, black pepper steak, shredded chicken in Sichuan style, and spicy duck heads were being served.
"You guys go ahead and order," Zhen Jianren casually found a table to sit down.
His original plan was to just buy some bread or something at the supermarket to fill his stomach.
But Jiang Cheng encouraged him to think positively, as it could very well be their last meal.
Just as Zhen Jianren picked up his chopsticks, he fumbled, nearly dropping them on the floor.
"You all eat," Zhen Jianren put down the chopsticks, "I'm not hungry."
The others were also eating in a detached manner, only taking a few bites while looking worried.
It was clear that only Jiang Cheng was eating heartily; he polished off two big bowls of rice and even packed an extra serving of spicy duck heads for later.
"I really admire you," Zhou Taifu said, following behind Jiang Cheng, almost on the verge of tears. "How can you still eat at a time like this?"
Strangely, the disappearance of the ghost left them feeling even more unsettled than its appearance had.
"What does my eating have to do with the ghost?" Jiang Cheng replied, holding the duck heads in one hand and a large bottle of iced red tea in the other. "I'm eating for myself, I'm still growing, not for the ghost."
Zhou Taifu thought for a while and couldn't find anything to refute that.
Once they returned to the dormitory, Yu Wen stopped Luo Yi, who was heading back to his room.
As everyone watched him in silence, Luo Yi's nervousness became apparent again; he sat on a chair in room 406.
The chair was placed in the center, surrounded by everyone.
It was like an animal in a zoo.
"I know what you all want to know," Luo Yi sighed, "But you're going to be disappointed. The archives didn't have anything, just some old books and documents."
"Just some books and documents?"
Luo Yi nodded, "Yes."
Yu Wen's face showed no expression, but her tone turned slightly cold, "Then why did they want to capture you?"
(End of the Chapter)
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