Han Yu was suspicious, cautiously leaned over and opened his eyes, and then breathed a sigh of relief.

Sure enough, it was an empty classroom, with a few painting tools in a mess, probably a studio.

"What does this have to do with the case? Hurry up and go. ”

Han Yu was confused and couldn't figure out Zhou Erya's intentions.

It's quite far from the scene of the crime, and there's no clue to it.

"It's okay, I'll just take a look."

Zhou Erya's reply was so concise, and it was impossible for people to continue.

It doesn't matter, what are you doing here? I don't usually see that you have any special love for art, do you?

Han Yu was complaining in his heart, if he hadn't seen that Murong was still in front of him, he would have wanted to ask.

Zhou Erya didn't care about his thoughts at all, walked to the door, twisted the handle, pushed open the door and walked in.

You're too casual, aren't you?

Han Yu glanced at Murong, she stood quietly by the door, and did not stop him, he hurriedly followed and persuaded: "Don't walk around, lest the school find trouble again." ”

"Just see, don't be nervous." Zhou Erya ignored Han Yu at all, and walked around the small studio with a leisurely stroll.

But Murong, who was standing at the door and quietly observing him, keenly noticed that the hand he was carrying behind his waist had his fingers tightened, and the eyes that looked at those brushes were not the usual casual and leisurely, but hidden a feeling that she didn't understand.

It's deep, like an invisible flame that can swallow people.

Han Yu didn't have Murong's delicate thoughts and observations, he looked at the used color palette and paintbrushes piled up in the corner of the wall, and the colorful colors were mixed together, forming a weird and distorted rainbow.

There were two easels propped up by the window, and one was upside down, leaning diagonally against the corner, with some dust on it.

Look...... The frequency used here is not too high.

"It seems that the education policy of the women's university has changed a lot since 20 years ago, and President Yang at that time felt that music and art were not beneficial things for Chinese women, so art education has decreased a lot." Zhou Erya looked at the dusty easels, and sighed a little in a calm tone.

"Yes, the atmosphere at that time was very enlightened, and many students would learn aesthetic education subjects that cultivated sentiment, but later the principal felt that it was still necessary to respect female morality and wanted to ban it, because the students refused to do so, and they persisted for a long time before they reluctantly left the course."

Murong, who had been standing at the door, saw the compassion flashing in his eyes, and suddenly opened his mouth to echo.

If Han Yu heard correctly, when she said "female virtue", she said it in an undisguised mocking tone.

Han Yu had also heard that this had caused a lot of controversy.

In the early days of women's universities, enlightened leaders encouraged women to be independent and learn more, and music and aesthetic education were considered to be beautiful courses for cultivating sentiments, and they were especially popular with students.

However, the new headmaster turned against the trend and emphasized female virtue, feeling that these things from the West were harmful to the roots, and even tried to ban them all. If it weren't for the students' persistence in the struggle, I am afraid that even the course would not have been kept.

Although the later principals were not so extreme, they probably inherited this conservative atmosphere, so the studio seemed relatively lonely.

...... year

The canvas was once full of flowers, but now it is white and clean.

Zhou Erya's eyes were in a trance for a moment.

Murong saw his trance, and it was difficult to see such confusion in a person like him, who was drunk and sober and sensible, so she was very curious.

Curious about Zhou Erya's hidden secrets.

"Senior Sister Murong...... Yes! You guys...... What are you doing here? Who are you? ”

Suddenly there was a vigilant and surprised voice at the door.

A girl with short hair in a shawl held a cardboard box and stood at the door in surprise, wanting to greet Murong, but when she found two men in the studio, she couldn't hide her shock.

I had never seen a man in school, and suddenly found two big men, still two good-looking men, the girl blushed suddenly, and she didn't dare to look directly at Zhou Erya's unabastic eyes, and lowered her head in a heartbeat.

"It's the detective I hired." Murong said with a smile.

At this time, it was also the time to give full play to Han Yu's ability to improvise, he didn't dare to expect Zhou Erya to be disdainful of explanations, and when he heard Murong speak, he hurriedly said: "This classmate, we are detectives from Eryu Detective Agency, and we have come to the school to investigate the cause of Bai Fei's death. Don't panic, we'll go. ”

Director Qiu said that you must not disturb the girls who are in class normally, otherwise you will not be finished with them - Han Yu is really afraid that the old woman will not be finished.

"Senior Sister Bai Fei?"

The girl's expression was slightly strange, and she glanced at Zhou Erya and Han Yu with a red face, relaxed slightly, walked into the classroom, and bent down to push the cardboard box to the wall.

"This is a painting classroom, and Senior Sister Bai Fei hates dirty paints the most, and she never comes here."

Is it recognized?

Han Yu is happy, maybe from this girl's mouth, you can learn some information about the other side of Bai Fei.

"Hello, my name is Han Yu, this is Mr. Zhou Erya, can you tell us your name?" He took out his pen and shorthand notebook, and tried his best to show a generous and gentle smile, "Are you familiar with Bai Fei?" ”

The girl straightened up and glanced at Murong, she was a freshman, she must not know herself, but there were only one or two hundred people in this school, and everyone knew Miss Murong of the drama club.

"My name is Su Yemin, I am from the art club, and I don't know much with the people in the drama club. I've only heard about Senior Sister Bai Fei. ”

Su Yemin is a freshman who has just been admitted to a women's university this year, and she is only 17 years old this year, and she likes to draw. There is no one in the art club, she is new to her, and she doesn't have much contact with her classmates, and Bai Fei is only limited to nodding friends.

Han Yu was a little disappointed, and didn't want to ask again after casually asking a few words, but Zhou Erya suddenly interjected: "I heard that this is a haunted studio, have you ever heard of the legend here?" ”

INTERVIEWER What does this have to do with the case?

Han Yu's interest in Zhou Erya was really speechless, and every time he would ask some strange questions, it made people wonder whether he was here to investigate the case or customs.

However, this aroused Su Yemin's interest.

Probably the little girls like these campus legends of gods and ghosts, but I saw that her eyes lit up, although she was still a little shy, but the conversation opened up.

Su Yemin nodded vigorously: "Yes, this studio is terrible, I heard that the senior sister said that there often seems to be lights in the middle of the night." Others have found that the paintings have been moved, sometimes even half of the paintings, and they will be finished after one night! ”

Generally, this kind of desolate studio will have similar legends, just like those fox fairies in the desolate back gardens of big families, Han Yu believes that seeing is believing, and he doesn't take it to heart at all.

Zhou Erya was very interested, and repeatedly asked several details.

Su Yemin has only been coming to school for a few months, of course, it is all hearsay, and there is no empirical evidence at all, Han Yu listened proudly, and gave Zhou Erya a look several times, signaling him to stop.

Miss Murong is still waiting on the side, can't you ask her about anything?

Besides, this little girl is a freshman, and she definitely doesn't know as much as Murong in her junior.

He gestured with his eyes from time to time, but Zhou Erya didn't seem to see it, but chatted happily with her about all kinds of rumors.

And Murong stood quietly aside, like a transparent person, and did not interject, watching him throw out the topic with interest, open the words of the shy schoolgirl, and attract her to chat.

- In this old and closed women's university, there are all kinds of interesting ghost stories, and the versions are all the same.

What a ghost in the toilet, an old lady in the water room, and a staircase that can never be counted.

The little girl was obviously very interested in this kind of strange legend, and began to gush endlessly: "There is also an old dormitory in the school that no one is allowed to live in, I heard that there used to be a big man, very famous, and then died unjustly in her husband's house, ghosts often come back to haunt her, the lights always turn on suddenly in the middle of the night, the students dare not live, and the teacher does not allow anyone to approach, and the dormitory is sealed, probably this dormitory, and the wrong number of stairs, the most terrible......"

"Wait......" Han Yu was originally a little dull when he listened, but suddenly reacted, "You said that you can never count the stairs correctly, where is that?" ”

Su Yemin's body trembled slightly, and suddenly showed a frightened expression.

I didn't notice it when she said it, but at this time, Han Yu suddenly mentioned it, and she remembered.

"That's it...... It's where Senior Sister Bai Fei stumbled! The schoolgirl's voice trembled.

The westernmost part of the school building, the thirteen stairs from the third floor to the third and a half floors, can never be counted correctly when you walk on it at night.

When you count pairs, that's when you fall.

These folk urban legends are all made up by everyone to be scary, and they are used as talking points after tea and dinner, whether they are true or false, don't care.

But when the legend is really linked to reality, it's particularly creepy.

Even Han Yu's complexion changed, and he, a complete materialist, also felt that a cool air began to rise from the tail vertebrae behind him, after all, he had just walked through this terrible blood-stained staircase, and the feeling of suspense was still there.

"We ...... Let's go over and see again? Han Yu asked Zhou Erya with an ugly face, "How many steps are there to count?" ”

"Don't count." Zhou Erya's expression was as calm and calm as ever, and she said elegantly, "Thirteen steps, I have already counted them when I was there just now." ”

Hearing this, Su Yemin's expression was even more frightened, his lips turned white, and he was in no mood to continue talking, and fell into fear.

It's really heartfelt!

Han Yu sighed silently, he knew Zhou Erya, maybe he had studied these anecdotes and legends before entering the school, and it was not strange for him to count them in advance.

However, Murong, although she is a girl, is completely opposite to her beautiful and weak appearance, her face remains unchanged to this rumor, standing at the door like a person who is out of the way, only staring at the face of her "fiancé" Zhou Erya without blinking.

"So this case...... Do we still have to take ghosts and ghosts into account? Han Yu asked with a wry smile.