"Little Ren," Zhan Se frowned, "was there anything unusual that night?"
Du Xiaoren drooped his head in agony but still shook it, "No, other than him running out of the bedroom looking a bit strange, there was nothing else."
Just as she said this, it seemed she suddenly remembered something, her head shot up, staring straight into Zhan Se's eyes, "Zhan Se, do you still remember Li Xiaochen?"
Li Xiaochen, the child from the Juvenile Rehabilitation Center who developed a psychological illness because of the "haunting" incidents.
Zhan Se nodded, his brow furrowed, "What about him? Why did you suddenly think of him? He has already recovered."
"Zhan Se," Du Xiaoren narrowed her eyes and sniffled, "That Li Xiaochen said back then that he saw Duan Ming, but in reality, Duan Ming was already dead. There are no ghosts in this world. Someone must have snuck into the Male Dormitory and scared him…"
