Jiang Xinyou frowned tightly, not knowing what was wrong with her. She uncontrollably reached out to the bookshelf above the desktop and pulled out a few sheets of A4 printing paper.

These papers were bought by Qian Shuang to analyze and record supernatural events, but now they were held tightly in Jiang Xinyou's hand. Her right hand had moved to the pen holder and pulled out a 2B pencil.

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

It was as if someone was controlling Jiang Xinyou's body, forcing her to lower her pen tip and quickly draw one line after another.

Under the dynamic music with clear rhythm, Jiang Xinyou felt like she was possessed, painting scenes she was not familiar with. One after another, she couldn't stop at all, and even the music from the computer gradually changed.

It was weird, mixed with the sound of popping electricity.

Jiang Xinyou was extremely frightened, the sweat on her forehead fell one by one, and her lips turned a little white due to extreme nervousness.

She couldn't even see clearly what she had drawn. The right hand holding the pencil moved extremely fast like a laser printer until her fingers became sore. When she tried to get rid of the pencil, the tip of the pen broke with a snap. At the same time, the bedroom

The electric meter inside made a loud click, and the lights 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 got off her seat, gasping for air. After a while, she walked to the door and reached out to flip the switch. Only then did she realize that the power supply in the dormitory had tripped, and only the laptop with the battery could still operate normally.

With lingering fear, Jiang Xinyou moved the wooden bench from the table and placed it in the corner. Jiang Xinyou stepped on it and turned on the electric meter, reset the gate to its original position, and the ceiling light in the bedroom came on again.

Sure enough, the circuit breaker tripped... But it was so good, why did it suddenly trip? Could it be that the current in the bedroom just now was controlled by evil spirits?

This can be explained, after all, she did hear a very strange music sound just now, like the sound of an old tape always jamming in the tape recorder...

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

On the white paper on the table is the last painting she just drew.

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

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

Could it be that her sister guided her to draw the talented painting?

Thinking of this, Jiang Xinyou quickly unfolded the paintings she had painted before one by one. All the paintings were related to the No. 3 piano room. The strangest thing was that the style of the brushstrokes in these paintings was very similar to the style of the painting left by her sister.

A drop of clear tears slipped from the corner of her eyes unconsciously. Jiang Xinyou faced the air and said with a choked sob: "Sister, if it is really you, can you tell me next time that you are still alive?"

She clearly knows that only evil forces can control humans, but she still naively fantasizes, only hoping that her sister is still alive, no matter what she becomes, it doesn't matter...

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Around four o'clock in the afternoon, with the drizzle, the sky became a little dim.
Chapter completed!