A supermarket on the west side of the campus.

The quite old glass door opened half apart, with a promotional poster of a Korean wave student posted on it.

The slim suit with sequin did not bring a shiny feeling to the people in front of them, but instead it was terrifying.

The man in the suit lit a long match, turned his face to light a cigarette for himself.

Then he shook his hand and extinguished the flame on the match.

The baseball cap stood under the steps opposite him, holding a bottle of mineral water and gnawing on the dry bread in his hand.

Staring at the poster in front of him, the man in the suit smiled disdainfully and slowly sprayed a mouthful of turbid smoke on the face of the Korean wave young actor, "Is the aesthetic of that time so bad?"

The baseball cap just finished eating a bread, and was greedily sucking the remaining jam on the fingers.

However, his face did not look at the men in suits or posters, but stared at several girls.

The hungry wolf-like eyes wandered around the girl.

Their standing is not far or near, and a few people are in a circle.

The dress was quite exposed.

One of the tall girls with slender figures and hair was still looking at the place from time to time, with a cigarette between their fingers.

Although she tried her best to pretend to be calm without caring, the aphrodisiac between her eyebrows still betrayed her and her smoking behavior was relatively unfamiliar.

She didn't belong to this small group, she just joined recently.

"How wonderful it would be if this wasn't a dream world," the cap licked his chapped lips.

The man in the suit lowered his head when he heard this, carefully buttoned the sleeve of his right hand tightly, and then smiled and said, "Stop talking in his sleep. How dare you come to such a place if you are in the real world?"

"You can only hide in the dark basement," the man in the suit didn't look at him, and continued, "Don't forget, there are police everywhere looking for you."

The man in the suit said that he pulled the cap back to reality. His face was stunned, and then he stopped calmly and his smile restrained seven or eight points.

After wiping his left hand on his body, he held the brim of the baseball cap and pressed it down hard.

He stood in the shadow, only half of his chin was exposed from the perspective of the man in the suit.

"Don't be so nervous," the man in the suit said with a hint of indescribable scent. He repaired his collar, and inadvertently shaking, revealing the gorgeous Ukiyo-e on the lining of the suit.

"I will keep the secret for you," the man in the suit smiled. "You know what I want."

"But we don't know who the thing is on," the voice of the baseball cap was dull.

"Then go and search for it one by one. We have plenty of time. The cheongsam woman died first, which means that the probability of having that thing on her is extremely low. In other words, even if there is, it has been taken away." The man in the suit seemed to have changed his personality at this moment, and there was an evil ghost hidden under his gentle face.

But the cap seemed to realize something. He raised his head and stared at the face of the man in the suit with a pair of long narrow eyes under the brim of the hat. "Are you saying someone designed her death?"

His eyes have a smaller black pupil area and a larger white sclera area, so after watching it for a long time, it will give people a sinister feeling, although he is indeed such a person.

"That's right," the man in the suit nodded.

"Who is it?"

"It's not clear yet."

"Can it be the woman in Room 406?" The cap suddenly became nervous. "Her aura is very strange, with fists and calluses at the tiger's mouth. Do you think... could it be a policeman?"

The man in the suit stretched out a finger and stroked his chin, and replied after a while: "It shouldn't be. She gave me a fierce and aggressive feeling. The police shouldn't be like this."

The cap was relieved, "That's good."

"Ha," the man in the suit looked up and down, and said tone: "As long as you choose to cooperate with me, it doesn't matter whether she is a policeman or not," he leaned forward and raised the corners of his mouth to the side, "Because... I can't let her leave alive."

The man in the suit pulled out the cigarette butt in his hand and said coldly: "Just like the two idiots of 404."

......

"Ah Yeh!"

Jiang Cheng sneezes heavily.

The fat man held his arm and said carelessly: "Doctor, you are not catching a cold, are you?"

Jiang Cheng shook his head, then looked around, "No, I'm afraid someone misses me again, silently expressing his longing for me in the distance."

The fat man directly ignored the second half of Jiang Cheng's words.

They had been on campus for a long time, walked from the cafeteria to the westernmost playground, and then changed to another road and turned back.

"Doctor," the fat man asked curiously, "Where are we going? Why do I feel like you are wandering around aimlessly?"

"That's right," unexpectedly, Jiang Cheng admitted very generously, "I'm indeed wandering around."

The fat man was stunned for a moment, he was increasingly confused about what this person was thinking.

"I've been shopping," Jiang Cheng said, stopping, putting his hands on his forehead to cover the sun, and simply identifying the location, then pointing to a path and saying, "Let's go to the equipment room and meet them first."

Everyone met in front of the equipment room at noon and decided early in the morning.

The journey was quite long, and the fat man's heart became restless again. He looked at Jiang Cheng secretly many times, and the corners of his mouth moved, as if he had something to ask, but he couldn't ask.

"Who do you want to ask the cheongsam woman is dead at whose hands?" Jiang Cheng said calmly.

Without the tone of common questions, he was as calm as telling a certain fact.

"Yes," the fat man nodded repeatedly.

They had talked about this before, but were interrupted by the sudden ringing.

"It was the ghost in the mission that killed her," said Jiang Cheng.

The fat man said anxiously: "Of course I know it was a ghost who killed her, I mean..."

"It's a pajama girl," Jiang Cheng stopped and turned to look at the fat man. "It was her using the cheongsam girl's fear of ghosts to drive her out of Room 407, which led to the latter's death."

Although the fat man was surprised by the result Jiang Cheng said, he had no doubt about the sentence itself.

Because he knew that the latter never joked about such issues.

"How did she do it?" The fat man suddenly became excited, "She...how dares she be a newcomer?"

"I can't answer you for the first question," Jiang Cheng said, "but the second question I think is simple. The pajama woman is not a newcomer. Everything we see, including the fear, cowardice, screaming, crying...even the dinosaur pajama she wore when she appeared, was her disguise."

"The man in suits manages his personality is obviously weaker than her," he shrugged. "Compared with the latter, he is a complete idiot."

The fat man gradually calmed down. He thought about the pajama woman carefully, but did not find any loopholes in his memories. "Doctor," he raised his head, "Can you tell me your evidence?"
Chapter completed!