She saw nothing, simply screaming desperately at the wall, waiting for them to arrive.

Yue Nu was slightly startled and lowered her voice, "You make a good point."

Li Yibai had advised Yuan Qinghua and Guo Jimei against coming to class before it started, but they still showed up.

Guo Jimei might also have guessed that the others would look for them during gym class, so she staged this horror drama here by herself.

Of course, these were just guesses.

Right now, no one could be certain who the ghost was. Even if what Guo Jimei said was true, it was impossible to determine if a ghost was deliberately faking it.

When Gu Mian voiced his guess, his voice was very soft, and Guo Jimei at the other end of the room didn't hear him.

At this moment, Gu Mian turned his head again to look at the visibly shaken Guo Jimei.

She was gripping Keke's hand tightly, constantly turning her head to look around, as if terrified that something would jump out from a corner.

"Alright," Yue Nu stepped forward. "Let's leave this place first. I'm afraid if we stay any longer, someone else might disappear."

Hearing this, Guo Jimei nodded vigorously.

Apparently, what had just happened frightened her, shattering her conviction that "this is just a game."

Since Yuan Qinghua and Guo Jimei could be suddenly separated after coming here, the same might happen to Gu Mian and the others.

Yue Nu frowned as she thought, a puzzled expression on her face. Gu Mian could tell she was likely wondering why the ghost would pull such a stunt during the day when it supposedly couldn't kill anyone.

Still pondering, she returned to Gu Mian and the others and asked hesitantly, "Were you all mysteriously separated last night too?"

Gu Mian nodded. The ghost had been consistently using tactics to separate them, as if it wanted to observe them individually.

By this time, everyone had already walked out the door.

The corridor was rather dim. Since it was daytime, the lights weren't on, lending it a strangely eerie atmosphere.

Guo Jimei, at the rear of the group, looked terrified. She kept clutching Keke, who was beside her, as if afraid she herself might suddenly vanish.

Just then, as if she had seen something, she suddenly let out a scream.

What's wrong? Gu Mian turned his head to look.

Guo Jimei was staring, her face aghast, at the nearest doorway. Even Keke beside her was staring intently at the same spot with a similar horrified expression.

The door wasn't closed properly; it was ajar, leaving a small gap.

Gu Mian took a couple of steps back before he could see what lay in the gap of the door.

It was a pair of feet.

Feet splayed out on the floor, as if someone had collapsed there.

Passing by in the corridor, one could just see these two feet through the crack in the door.

Chu Changge also walked over and silently observed what lay in the gap of the door.

At that moment, Keke spoke softly, "Those are Yuan Qinghua's shoes, I remember them!"

Yuan Qinghua? Gu Mian turned his head to look into the room again. How could the missing Yuan Qinghua be here?

007 was closest to that door.

Frowning, 007 ignored Li Yibai's attempts from nearby to dissuade her and reached out to gently push the door.

There was no bloody scene behind the door.

Only a pale-faced person lying on the white floor, her eyes tightly closed, as if she had been unconscious for a long time.

It was Yuan Qinghua.

Seeing the person behind the door, Guo Jimei stumbled back a large step, almost completely hiding behind Keke. "She's the ghost!"

For the moment, no one paid her any heed.

Yue Nu frowned. "Did anyone check this room when we came?"

Li Yibai craned his neck slightly. "Back then, we only heard Guo Jimei screaming and rushed straight to the equipment room. Who had time to look around?"

Seeing that no one was paying attention to her, Guo Jimei raised her voice, a defensive tone creeping in, "She's the ghost! We have to vote her out this round!"

Her expression was a mix of confusion and terror, as if she didn't understand why no one agreed with her.

Perhaps it was because Guo Jimei's voice was too loud.

On the ground, Yuan Qinghua stirred, as if the noise had woken her.

Then, the eyes on her somewhat pale face fluttered open. She looked around in confusion, freezing when she saw Gu Mian and the others. "Why are you all here?"

"No... that's not right," she seemed to realize something was off about her location. "Why am I here?"

Despite a few minor incidents, everyone who could be gathered had finally assembled.

Gu Mian and the others first explained the current situation to Yuan Qinghua and recapped the events of the previous night.

Yuan Qinghua remained somewhat dazed, listening as if in a fog.

Meanwhile, Guo Jimei adamantly insisted that Yuan Qinghua was the ghost. She refused to go near her at all costs and even wanted to run away, but didn't dare to go alone.

With these two girls, who were clearly going to be a handful, the group then went to look for the empty classroom where they had played the game a week prior.

Chu Changge had suggested this, saying they might find some clues about their identities in that classroom.

Everyone agreed, as the current clues were pitifully few, and there weren't many other places worth investigating.

「By the time Gu Mian and his group reached the classroom, it was already 12:30 PM.」

The empty classroom seemed rarely visited; even the tables retained the arrangement from when they had played the game—

Eight tables were pushed together to form a long one, surrounded by twelve chairs.

It was a room well-suited for meetings.

By now, Gu Mian had already plopped down onto one of the chairs.

The others, however, didn't seem as relaxed.

Yue Nu stood by the window, arms crossed, her expression grave and laden with worry.

007, meanwhile, was deflecting Li Yibai's expressions of concern.

Yuan Qinghua, still looking bewildered, casually sat down opposite Gu Mian.

Guo Jimei had dragged Keke to the corner farthest from Yuan Qinghua. Gu Mian could even hear mutters of "She's the ghost!" drifting from that direction.

Chu Changge, on the other hand, sat down next to Gu Mian, showing no particular reaction.

Among the living, only Zhang Pingfan and Pan Yue weren't here.

And there were still three ghosts.

Among the eight people present, at least one was a ghost!

After a few seconds, seeing that no one else was making a move, Gu Mian tapped the table and said, "Speak up."

His voice drew everyone's attention.

The first to speak was Yuan Qinghua, who sat opposite him, still wearing an utterly bewildered expression. "Say what?"

"What did you and Guo Jimei do last night?" The ghost had already made its move last night, so he had to start his questions from there.

Yuan Qinghua, Guo Jimei, and Zhang Pingfan, who hadn't been present, couldn't be ruled out as suspects either.

Moreover, Li Wentao had inexplicably received an extra vote the previous night. One of these three must have been observing from the shadows; that extra vote definitely came from a ghost.

Yuan Qinghua wore a peculiar expression. "Li Yibai already asked us this today… Last night, we were just sleeping. But we woke up in the middle of the night and saw paper and a pen next to our pillows. We didn't think much of it and went back to sleep. We only saw what was on the paper when we woke up the next day…"

"So you're saying you didn't vote last night, right?"

Yuan Qinghua nodded. "Yes."

"The paper?" Gu Mian suddenly extended his hand. "You were supposed to vote with pen and paper. If you voted, it would be on the paper. Show it to me so I can confirm whether you really didn't vote."

Yuan Qinghua paused, slightly stunned, then reached into her pocket. "Here it is."

Then she took out a neatly folded piece of paper.

Gu Mian took it and quickly scanned it.

The content was similar to what the mechanical voice had announced the previous night, but this paper specified that the vote had to be written down with a pen.

Yuan Qinghua hadn't written anything down.

Gu Mian then turned to Guo Jimei in the corner. "What about yours?"

Guo Jimei also looked stunned and muttered defensively, "Why would I carry something like that around with me all the time?"