Chapter 2, Studio 205 (Part 2)

Bao Datong leaned down and kissed Zhao Yinyin on the lips, saying, "Give me a chance to be a hero saving a beauty. Besides, I am a mage; I can handle both humans and ghosts. Trust me, I promise it will be fine." As he spoke, he gently freed his hand from Zhao Yinyin's grasp and quickly walked towards the brightly lit classroom.

Bao Datong walked in and closed the door behind him

The chair suddenly let out a shriek, and the corpse stood up straight, as if it were offering its seat to Bao Datong. This startled him, and he quickly moved his index finger to use a talisman to subdue the corpse, while simultaneously stepping back several paces to observe the surrounding situation

The studio was enveloped in a profound silence, even his light footsteps produced a dull thud. However, the girl showed no reaction, her figure still buried among the easels covered with white cloths.

Bao Datong furrowed his brow and walked over to the side of the "girl"

The driver remained motionless, appearing to be either dead or severely injured. However, just as Bao Datong stepped onto the lawn, the driver seemed to be suddenly stimulated, leaping up in an instant and running away like the wind, disregarding the vehicle he usually treated as his lifeline, which startled Bao Datong.

On the surface, the studio contained only him and the corpse; however, he had a strong sense that something strange was lurking in the shadows, just beyond his grasp. Perhaps the malevolent spirit understood that he was not an ordinary person, and thus hid itself deeply.

In such a bewildering situation, Zhao Yinyin unexpectedly found herself laughing at Bao Datong, yet she still felt a bit nervous and uneasy. "Datong—" she called out playfully, tightly holding onto his hand.

That is the West District teaching building, and the second floor is the art studio. Huh, is there still someone painting this late? The lights were turned off and the building was locked an hour ago! Zhao Yinyin was quite surprised and blinked her eyes forcefully twice. Moreover, our school's lighting control is automatic; sometimes people even say this school is really strange, as it operates just like a prison, turning off the lights at a set time, and then someone comes to lock the main door.

Although his spells are not yet comparable to Ruan Zhan's, he is certainly not an ordinary person. But why can he not feel it? Who is the fierce spirit? Just now, he saw that beautiful pair of legs, and in the blink of an eye, they vanished. Is she really that powerful? Or has she attached herself to a place he cannot perceive?

The soul of the deceased is gone; for one who has just died, even if their soul leaves the body, it cannot depart immediately. Not only does he fail to sense the killer's aura, but he also cannot perceive the soul of the deceased. Isn't this rather strange

He sniffed, strangely unable to detect any ghostly presence

Creak!

She is dead

"Forget about them for now, I will take you back to the dormitory. We will see each other tomorrow," he said, one hand gliding along Zhao Yinyin's gracefully contoured back to her thick hair, his fingers moving a few times as if playing the piano, then gently pressing on the top of her head. With his other hand, he produced a talisman from nowhere, which ignited spontaneously without fire, the flames piercing straight into the ground.

A small whirlwind brushed against the grass and swept beneath their feet, and the figures of the two individuals vanished into thin air. When they reappeared, they were already inside the teaching building

Stay here and don't run around, I will go take a look. Ba Datong quickly took a couple of steps forward

"I will go take a look; you stay here and don't move." He said this to cover up his intentions, casually setting up a barrier so that Zhao Yinyin would not notice. "I certainly don't want the thief to see you; otherwise, he might think about stealing you later."

All the buildings on campus, tall and short, have turned off their lights, silently shrouded in darkness among the dim shadows of the trees. Only one corner of a four-story building in the southwest corner remains lit, glaring in the darkness, exuding an eerie aura.

As he walked out from behind the tree, he silently cursed the untimely car accident that had forced the interruption of his scientific research activities with the campus beauty from the art academy. Just a second ago, they had been discussing the relationship between sculpture and human muscles, and he was about to, with her permission, feel the contours of the female form.

In the pitch-black corridor, the light of a classroom remains on, piercing through the dense darkness with a blinding white glow from https://m.hetushu.com, exuding an alluring scent born of solitude

She sat motionless, looking up in the direction of the easel, holding a palette in one hand and a paintbrush in the other, seemingly contemplating how to begin her work. However, there was nothing available for painting on the easel, which was also covered with a white cloth

Bao Datong did not know how to respond, and simply turned to gaze at the end of the corridor

Bao Datong muttered to himself, blaming his own skills for being insufficient, unable to create personal time-space distortions at will like his friend Ruan Zhan.

Hello, beautiful. He called out, but did not receive a response

He bent down to examine the corpse and discovered that a piece of broken shoelace was caught between the fingers that tightly gripped the paintbrush. Upon inspecting the shoes, he confirmed that the shoelace was indeed broken, and there was a barely noticeable ring of mud around the edge of the shoe. A touch revealed that it was still wet, indicating that he had just come from a place that was somewhat muddy, but not overly so, and had not been painting here all along

The lights on all four walls are lit, yet there is not a trace of human presence. However, looking through the crack of the door, one can just see a pair of women's legs beneath an easel, slender and perfectly shaped, bare-footed, crossed in front of a chair, swaying rhythmically.

Bao Datong stood less than one meter away from the corpse, quietly observing the changes.

Although it is dark, Dato can see clearly at https://m.hetushu.com. It is a short-haired woman, her face obscured in darkness, with blood streaming from her chin

He felt something unusual, squinting his eyes and tilting his head to take a breath. Then he let out a soft "oh" and turned to look towards the campus, where he saw a faint red mist drifting and disappearing into a corner of the campus, vanishing in an instant.

"What are we doing here at the teaching building?" Indeed, after a brief period of hypnosis, Zhao Yinyin asked in confusion

His fatal injury was a blood hole in his neck, slightly open like a baby's mouth, and the red T-shirt became even more vibrant due to being soaked in blood

What surprised Bao Datong was that this person was not a girl. Although he had a head of glossy long hair, the distinctive beard on his chin indicated that he was merely a long-haired boy

"There is something." He murmured, eager to go and take a look immediately, but he could not leave the beauty of the art academy unattended here. Thus, he strode over to Zhao Yinyin and embraced her.

"It's nothing, just a kid wanting to perform stunts, but he ended up failing disgracefully." Ba Datong pointed to the campus, "What is that place over there, why hasn't the light been turned off yet?"

The window slowly opened, and a vague shadow crawled in through the opening.

His escape technique is the authentic Maoshan style, but he originally intended to escort Zhao Yinyin to her dormitory, only to end up in another place. Moreover, his hypnosis skills are rather mediocre, and now it has backfired.

His wound is still bleeding, indicating that he has only recently died

This is not surprising; it is strange to still be alive in such a bizarre situation

The door, half ajar, had a tag with the red characters "205 Art Studio" written on it

He reached out to probe the spirit platform of the deceased, and Bao Datong's brows furrowed even tighter

The fluorescent light flickered, as if there was insufficient voltage, struggling between brightness and dimness for a few moments, casting shifting shadows on the corpse's face, but ultimately it succumbed to darkness

"Look over there!" The campus belle, Zhao Yinyin, pointed in panic at the lawn more than 100 meters away from the school gate. There, a driver lay sprawled under a decorative flowering tree, the car thrown far away to the edge of an artificial hill, its wheels still spinning, emitting a broken moan.

He had no choice but to walk among the rows of easels, and finally saw a girl with long hair wearing a red top sitting in front of an easel, with her back to him

What exactly happened in Datong? Zhao Yinyin felt a bit scared and did not struggle

Beneath his feet, blood wound its way into a small red stream, encircling him like a prison. A pair of bloody footprints extended step by step until they disappeared at the wall connecting to the next room. Judging by their size, they belonged to a woman's bare feet.

In the center of the studio stands a circular platform approximately one meter high, with several rows of easels arranged unevenly around it. Some objects and sculptures used for still life studies are scattered in the corners.