Jiang Xinyou frowned, not knowing what was wrong with him. Her hands were uncontrollably stretched to the bookshelf above the desktop and pulled out a few sheets of A4 printing paper from it.

These papers were bought for Qianshuang to analyze and record supernatural events, but now they are held tightly in Jiang Xinyou. Her right hand has moved to the pen holder and pulled out a 2B pencil.

The white paper spread flat on the table in front of him, and slowly raised it with the pencil in his right hand.

It seemed as if someone was controlling Jiang Xinyou's body, forcing her to drop the tip of her pen and quickly draw lines after lines.

Under the dynamic music with a clear rhythm, Jiang Xinyou felt like he was possessed, drawing scenes that he was not familiar with. One by one, he could not stop at all. Even the music from the computer gradually became strange, mixed with the sound of puffing electric current.

Jiang Xinyou was extremely scared. The sweat on his forehead slid one by one, and his lips became a little white due to extreme tension.

She couldn't even see what she had drawn. Her right hand holding the pencil moved extremely quickly like a laser printer until her fingers were sore and soft. When she tried her best to get rid of the pencil, the tip of the pen snapped. At the same time, a loud bang in the electric meter in the dormitory, and the light in the room went out. Jiang Xinyou finally stopped. Only the computer was still on in the dormitory, and the music returned to normal.

She quickly took off the seat and gasped for a long time. After walking to the door, she reached out to turn the switch. Only then did she find that the power supply in the dormitory had tripped, and only the laptop equipped with a battery could still operate normally.

With lingering fear, he moved the wooden bench from the table and placed it in the corner of the wall. Jiang Xinyou stepped on it and turned on the meter, turned the gate back into its original place, and the ceiling light in the dormitory lit up again.

It really tripped... but OK, why did it suddenly trip? Could it be that the current in the dormitory just now was controlled by the evil spirit?

This is also explainable. After all, she did hear very strange music just now, just like the sound of old tapes always cassettes in the recorder...

Walking back to the desk again, Jiang Xinyou took a deep breath and decided to find out what had just happened before Xia Qianshuang came back.

On the white paper on the table was the last painting she had just drawn.

To be precise, this is not a painting, but a line of words that says "Take care".

Jiang Xinyou was really scared because these two words were not her handwriting at all, but her sister’s!

Was it because my sister guided her to draw the painting just below?

Thinking of this, Jiang Xinyou quickly unfolded the paintings he had drawn before one by one. All the paintings were related to the piano room No. 3. The strangest thing is that the brushstroke styles of these paintings are very similar to the style of the painting left by her sister.

A drop of clear tears unknowingly slid from the corner of his eyes. Jiang Xinyou choked up and said, "Sister, if it was really you, can you tell me next time that you are still alive?"

She knew clearly that only evil power could control humans, but she still naively fantasized that she only hoped that her sister would still be alive. No matter what she became...

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At around four o'clock in the afternoon, with the drizzle, the sky was already a little dim.

In the quiet room, Xia Qianshuang looked at Leng Yan with cold eyes and gently placed the white paper strip in his hand on the transparent coffee table.
Chapter completed!