Zhou Dasheng, who was standing in front of a file shelf, looked a little strange, and Wu Lan stood beside him.

It was very dark here, and the only light source came from the mobile phone in Wu Lan's hand.

Their faces are hidden in the dark.

"How so?" Wu Lan looked at the scene in front of her, her eyebrows frowned slightly, and her expression was no longer calm.

The shelves are divided into 4 levels, from top to bottom.

Except for the first layer, which has not been turned over, the other three layers have been turned very messy, and there are many brown paper bags scattered on the ground.

Zhou Dasheng squatted down and touched it with his hand.

There was no dust left on the paper bag, it was only recently made like this.

In other words, it was Li San who did it.

It seems that this is where he took the clues about the female ghost.

But...... They had just re-searched and found nothing.

Zhou Dasheng slowly stood up, his voice cold, "It seems that the ghost took the clue away." ”

This is the last thing he wants to see.

Tomorrow night at midnight is the deadline.

Time is running out for them.

"Let's go," Wu Lan no longer hesitated, turned around and walked out.

Zhou Dasheng followed behind her and hesitated, "Where to go?" Equipment room? ”

"Block C, music classroom."

After closing the door, the two quickly disappeared at the end of the hallway......

Dead silence returned.

A few minutes passed.

There was an extremely slight grinding sound, and a closed door was pushed open a crack.

This door is located on the opposite side of the archives.

It looks inconspicuous.

Half an hour later, a bloodshot eye slowly emerged from the crack in the door.

The eye looked left and right, turned its head, and whispered, "Ah Yuan, they're gone." ”

Su Zhiyuan sat up from a dusty rattan chair, and after getting up, he patted the dust on his buttocks, and held a brown paper bag under his armpit.

If you look closely, you can see blood stains on the corner of the paper bag.

"Ah Yuan," Xiao Bao swallowed, looked at Su Zhiyuan, and said with a flattering and admiring expression: "You are really amazing, how do you know that they will come to the archives to find clues?" ”

"Li San was replaced by a ghost, and they would naturally think that he died in the archives, and then think that he might have found some important clues and was killed by the ghost," Su Zhiyuan replied simply.

"But ......" Xiaobao was puzzled for a while, then looked up and asked, "They don't have a camera, how do you confirm that Li San is a ghost pretending?" ”

Su Zhiyuan took the kraft paper bag in his hand, the seal had been torn open, and it was obvious that Li San had already seen the contents inside.

"It's a mirror," poured over the kraft paper bag, and a booklet inside was drawn out, Su Zhiyuan opened it and replied indifferently: "I saw that Zhang Mengmeng used it, and the ghost can also be verified through the reflection of the mirror." ”

Hearing Su Zhiyuan mention Zhang Mengmeng, Xiaobao suddenly realized that he hadn't seen this woman just now.

"Ah Yuan," Xiaobao looked at the position of the door, and said in a strange tone, "That Zhang Mengmeng is separated from them." ”

"Well," Su Zhiyuan replied as he stared at the booklet and turned the pages, "not only separated from them, but also from this world." ”

As if suddenly realizing something, Xiaobao exclaimed, "What do you mean...... She's dead? ”

"Hmm."

Xiaobao was stunned, "But the ghost is not in ......"

"It's not a ghost," Su Zhiyuan closed the booklet, and his face gradually changed, "It's Wu Lan and Zhou Dasheng." ”

He looked at the location of the door, as if he could see through it and see outside.

"Time...... Almost there. ”

Although he didn't understand Su Zhiyuan's words, Xiaobao instinctively felt that there were some profound and complex issues mixed in.

And he understood that even if he asked, Su Zhiyuan would not explain to himself.

This is a man who is both eccentric and extremely egoistic.

The code of conduct that drives him to act is not something he can understand.

On the way here, Su Zhiyuan grabbed him by the collar and looked down at him, he even felt that the former would kill him.

"Ah Yuan," he carefully changed the subject, craned his neck, looked at the booklet in Su Zhiyuan's hand and asked, "What is written here?" ”

Su Zhiyuan handed over the booklet casually.

The booklet is not big, and the cover is not thick, and there are a few words written on it in bronzing font about the student files of the 09 dance department.

Just as Wu Lan speculated, after the ghost killed Li San, he took the file in his hand and put it back in its place.

It's a pity that finding a way and solving Zhang Mengmeng wasted too much time for the two.

caused Su Zhiyuan to take the lead and take the file first.

And when he heard the sound of someone going upstairs, he hid in the small room opposite the archives.

It used to be an office, small in size, but very well equipped.

Su Zhiyuan's gaze swept around him.

The only window in the room was obscured by a dark curtain, and only a little light could penetrate through the gap in between.

Dark brown bookshelves stand against the wall, next to a white water dispenser.

At this moment, the water in the water dispenser has long since dried up.

There were 4 or 5 replaced empty barrels on the ground.

The empty barrel overturned to the side, dirty and unrecognizable.

Several red clay pots for growing flowers are neatly stacked in a row and placed under the windows.

The plants inside have long since withered and are out of shape.

Just behind Xiaobao, there is also a wooden hanger with several clothes hanging on it.

There was a desk calendar on the old desk, Su Zhiyuan hadn't seen anything like this for a long time, he picked up the desk calendar, and found that the last time was stuck in December 09.

"Ah Yuan," Xiaobao also noticed the calendar on the desktop, and frowned: "The people in this office seem to have left in a hurry, and they didn't take anything with them." ”

Dec 09......

Su Zhiyuan seemed to be thinking.

Xiaobao took the file in his hand and wondered: "What, this academy still has a dance department?" ”

Xiaobao remembers that this is a special conservatory, and the teacher who brought them in was also introduced by the teacher who brought them in.

"Naturally, the Conservatory of Music does not have a dance department, but the Academy of Arts does," Su Zhiyuan replied, "that was the predecessor of this academy." ”

Xiaobao was stunned for a moment when he heard this.

"There are in the file," Su Zhiyuan replied hastily.

Re-opened the file, and Xiaobao really found the name of the Yingcai Art Academy inside.

"When did it change its name?"

"Ten years ago, I found the 10-year-old archives in the place where the archives were kept, and the name had been changed to the Yingcai Conservatory at that time," he paused, looked at Xiaobao, and said meaningfully, "The dance department has also been canceled." ”

Xiaobao unconsciously seemed to smell something.

The school was abruptly renamed, the dance department was abolished, and the obscure archives were ..... All of this seems to indicate that there is some hidden secret here.

Especially...... I think of the female ghost who stepped on the ballet steps.

"It was because of that girl's death that this series of changes was triggered!" Xiaobao clutched the file and said in an affirmative tone.

According to the records in the archives, there are only two classes in the dance department of the 09 class.

There were 11 students in the first class and only 9 in the second class.

Just as Xiaobao was checking the information of the first class, Su Zhiyuan stretched out his hand, turned a few pages, and came directly to the position of the second class.

The first class majored in modern dance.

The second class is ballet.

At the front is a group photo.

There are 9 students in Class 2, all of whom are girls.

At that time, they were still very young, they were all freshmen who had just entered the school, and their eyes were full of hope for the future.

Nine girls squatted in the first row, dressed in ballet costumes and squatting in standard one-line horse movements, with several teachers standing behind them.

Looking at the background, it should be in the practice room, and behind it is a full-length mirror the size of a whole wall.

There is also a row of levers in front of the mirror.

The photo looks ordinary, and I don't notice anything special.

Flipping backwards is the student's specific information.

But the file that should have been 9 pages is only 8 pages left.

The last page had been torn off, and the jagged jagged teeth remained at the root.

"Why is a page missing?" Xiaobao's brows jumped, and he asked directly.

Obviously, this page was deliberately torn off, and Xiaobao's first reaction was Li San.

Soon Xiaobao turned to the last page, and it was another group photo.

There was a row of small characters under the group photo, and Xiaobao leaned forward to see what was written on it.

Class 09 Dance Department Classical Ballet Major Class 2 Graduation Commemorative Gift.

The shooting time shown in the lower right corner is December 09.

Graduate......

Xiao Bao stared at these two words, and after a while, his eyes widened suddenly.

"Ah Yuan!" He turned his head and exclaimed, "That's not right! They are students of the 09th grade, which means that this batch of freshmen only entered the school in 09, how could they graduate that year? ”

After saying that, he suddenly stopped, and then, as if thinking of something, instantly looked at the position of the desk.

There's a desk calendar on it.

The last stay on the calendar is also December 09.

Don't......

"Go on," Su Zhiyuan walked over, interrupting Xiaobao's thoughts.

The latter turned his attention back to the booklet in his hand.