Chapter 9, Scene

Almost instinctively, he suddenly felt something unusual. Looking down at the blood that was flowing in a winding manner beneath his feet, he was startled to discover a pair of eyeballs floating on the surface of the blood. As the blood continued to flow slowly, the eyeballs also moved slightly, their grayish-white irises weakly gazing at him

He immediately called Principal Zhang, then sprinkled some concealed aura talisman water on himself, and quickly walked downstairs, climbing up along the drainage pipe.

I am very certain

Bao Datong attempted to free himself from Principal Zhang's constraints, but was unable to do so, and had no choice but to drag him into the studio, using a flashlight to sweep from left to right.

His magical powers have been inexplicably sealed, making it impossible for him to perform any escape techniques, so he can only resort to the clumsy methods of ordinary people

The bright beam of light pushed back the darkness somewhat, and the two individuals quickly walked to Studio 205

Although most of his magical powers had been sealed, he still retained the state of a fifteen-year-old. He swiftly dodged, avoiding this fatal blow, but he was clinging to a drainpipe. As he loosened his grip, he nearly fell, only to feel a soft piece of satin brush past the side of his face, landing on the ground.

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In the blink of an eye, a faint sound of something slicing through the air was heard, and a sharp weapon emerged from the darkness, aimed directly at his throat

Perhaps due to the absence of visitors for several days, the air is permeated with the scent of dust, but the most pungent aroma that assaults the nostrils is that of fresh blood, all of which emanates from the center of the studio

The teaching building has a unified lighting control system, where the lights must turn on together and turn off together. Currently, the entire building is shrouded in darkness, with only the lights in Room 205 shining brightly, appearing particularly glaring, almost as if in defiance.

Looking up at the painting once more, I noticed that not only were there blood holes on the neck, but there were also two fine blood streaks where the eyes should be on the blank face

"Trust me, the police won't be able to handle this matter, so it's fine to report it later. Let's go take a look first." Bao Datong noticed Principal Zhang's troubled expression and reassured him, "Don't worry, she has already left. We are just going to check the scene. With me here, you are safe."

All the deceased were killed by having their throats pierced by a brush, which means that the evil spirit used the brush as a weapon. So, did she just escape by possessing the brush? This further confirms that she was someone who studied painting

He used both his hands and feet to quickly return to the ground. He saw a paintbrush scurrying around like a mouse, seemingly trying to determine its direction. The moment he steadied himself, it darted into the bushes with a whoosh, and no matter how hard he chased, he could not find it again

Principal Zhang let out a gasp, startled by the sudden appearance of Bao Datong. Bao Datong had chased the ghostly pen to the middle of the tree-lined path, and Principal Zhang likely thought he had encountered the legendary "Wayfarer".

As he was sleeping soundly, he suddenly felt a chill all over his body, as if someone was gently caressing him. Instantly, his hair stood on end, and he woke up. He instinctively glanced towards the west district teaching building and immediately understood that the malevolent spirit had killed again.

The corpse on the ground is the girl that Bao Datong saw outside the window

Her face was turned towards the window, and her grayish-white complexion was filled with surprise. The sight of a corpse instantly reminded Bao Datong of the phrase "vividly lifelike," sending a chill down the spine of anyone who beheld it

Principal Zhang hesitated for a moment, but ultimately nodded in agreement and, together with Bao Datong, went to the west teaching building, took out the key, and unlocked the door

However, her posture has changed. When viewed from outside the window, her head was tilted upwards, directly facing the window, but now her head has drooped down, still facing Baodatong. Because of the closer distance, one can see clearly that her eye sockets are a bloody mess, and her eyeballs have long since disappeared.

In the center of the studio, a girl lies softly on the ground, her head tilted back high, with a wound on her neck still oozing bubbles of blood. The fatal injury is the same as that of the first victim.

He has been busy day and night these past few days, checking archival materials during the day and patrolling the campus for free at night, sleeping less than two hours a day. After several days, he finally could not hold on any longer and fell asleep while hiding behind the Taigong Stone.

Another life lost

Someone is watching him up close

You arrived very quickly

Bao Datong took out a large flashlight and couldn't help but sigh. In the past, he could directly summon a light talisman, which would automatically follow him as he moved. When encountering evil entities, it could not only change colors as a warning but also had some defensive capabilities. However, now, he could only rely on tools.

Throughout the journey, Principal Zhang was very anxious, gripping Bao Datong's arm tightly. When they reached the door of the studio, he even wrapped his arms around Bao Datong's entire arm, causing Bao Datong to feel a tingling sensation all over, more terrifying than encountering a ghost. If Zhao Yinyin had been accompanying him at that moment, it would have been a delightful scenario, but unfortunately, it was the plump old man pretending to be a frightened little girl.

The studio 205 was originally sealed off due to a homicide, but now the seal has been destroyed. The torn paper hangs limply by the door, swaying gently with the dark breeze blowing in from the corridor, resembling a severed hand waving softly.

Principal Zhang had long been trembling in fear. At this moment, upon hearing the instructions from Bao Datong, he nodded vigorously while struggling to take out his phone to call the police

"I—I am on administrative duty today." Principal Zhang, still shaken, asked, "Mr. Bao, are you quite sure about this?"

Bao Datong gained his freedom and took a couple of steps toward the murder scene. He reached out to examine the body and felt that the girl's soul seemed to have departed as well, but due to his diminished abilities, he was not entirely certain.

So how do we report it? If the police ask, how did we know about it

The arrangement of the studio and the scene depicted in the first murder case are completely identical, chaotic yet orderly, with easels covered in white cloth everywhere. The light fluctuates between bright and dim, casting shadows that create an impression of someone lurking in the surroundings

"Sound the alarm!" Bao Datong said to Principal Zhang, finally withdrawing his arm. "I just wanted to say that I saw the lights here, so I came to take a look. I am here to study the Book of Changes with you."

He hesitated whether to jump into the studio for a clearer look, but at that moment, the lights in the studio suddenly flickered twice and went out. The dazzling light before him turned into an unfathomable darkness, leaving him dazed for a second.

The sound of hurried footsteps came from afar, and Bao Datong quickly hid in the bushes. He saw a short, plump figure rushing along the tree-lined path; it was none other than the timid and gentle Principal Zhang.

In the center of the studio, there is an easel displaying a portrait in the style of Van Gogh. Amidst the darkness, the painting exudes an extraordinarily vivid and vibrant aura, so much so that even someone like Bao Datong, who knows nothing about art, can perceive its brilliance and excellence. However, the face of the figure in the painting remains devoid of features, and there is still a large gaping wound on the neck, with red paint dripping downwards, pointing towards the ground

Bao Datong let out a sigh