"No. 1 is very special. He is different from everyone else. He is the first student in this school." Zhou Tu glanced at other club members: "In other words, this school will become what it is now.
His appearance has a lot to do with him.”
"When you mentioned the painter, I felt scared for no reason. Just these two words made my heart beat with fear." Zhang Ju's body was almost completely dyed red with blood, and his face was like a melted candle. He looked very
of terror.
"It's normal to be afraid, because you must have seen him before you turned into a monster, and you are one of his works." Zhou Tu inadvertently revealed another secret: "Everything you experienced after entering the door was arranged by the painter.
Yes, but there was a little accident later."
"How do you know this? Didn't you just say nothing about the painter?"
"Because I am the same as you. To be precise, except for the painter himself, everyone else is his work!" Zhou Tu said with deep fear: "You, me, Lin Sisi, including Wang Yicheng and everyone in this school
Everyone, we are the work of the painter. From the moment we enter the door, we are living in the painter's script."
"If it is true as you said, why did the accident happen to Zhang Ju?" Chen Ge did not completely believe Zhou Tu. This was not because he suspected that Zhou Tu was deceiving him, but because there were some things that Zhou Tu did not know, such as
The existence of Zhang Ya.
It was Zhang Ya who swallowed up the door opener of Xicheng Private Academy, so no matter what the others are like, at least one of the fourteen paintings is definitely not the work of a painter.
"The painter was careless. He didn't expect that someone would make a different choice than him, let alone that someone would betray him under his nose." Zhou Tu took a deep breath, twisted his neck with difficulty, and looked at Zhang Ju
: "You should have heard of the name Chang Wenyu."
"Of course, she betrayed the agreement and took off my left eye, making me her scapegoat." Zhang Ju had a very bad impression of Chang Wenyu.
"She betrayed not you, but the painter." Zhou Tu's voice became louder, as if he was using his last strength to defend Chang Wenyu: "Chang Wenyu is the second person to enter this school, and the only one who has succeeded.
Whoever escapes from here!"
"what do you want to say?"
"She told us one thing with her actual actions. In addition to doing what the painter said, we have other ways to go. It is not the painter who we need to obey, but the real master of the school." Zhou
Veins appeared on Tu's neck, and his physical condition was getting worse.
Chen Ge has always been curious about who the master of the school is. After all, the other party may be a being beyond Hong Yi: "Can you tell me who the real master of this school is?"
Zhou Tu took a deep look at Chen Ge and said two words: "We."
"us?"
"Yes, all the despair of being bullied formed the cornerstone of the ghost school. After the young and wandering souls entered the door, they merged into a growing monster." Zhou Tu pointed at himself and then at the people around him:
"We are all in this monster's body. We are all part of this monster. This place carries our memories. It is both our home and our body."
Chen Ge already understood what Zhou Tu wanted to express. The master of the Psychic Ghost School did not refer to a certain person, but to a will.
The door pusher dies, and there is no new door pusher to bear the negative emotions behind the door. This door keeps wandering in similar despair, and eventually those desperate thoughts slowly begin to dominate this door.
Chen Ge suddenly understood why the black phone called this school a ghost school.
The ghost school itself is just a scene, but under the influence of despair and negative emotions, the scene itself has acquired a certain will, so a "door" that has never existed before and can move freely appears.
The other doors are pushed open by the desperate and are fixed in a certain place in the bloody world. Only this door will actively appear beside the desperate.
It has become a home for desperate children to escape, taking in desperate souls, but it has also deprived them of their lives in another way.
"No." Chen Ge suddenly said: "If entering the school will inevitably lead to death, then how did Chang Wenyu escape from the ghost school? Children who enter this school should have different choices, and each choice corresponds to a
result!"
"Although I don't know why you suddenly said this, you are right." Zhou Tu followed Chen Ge's words: "The school has its own will, and everyone who enters the school has their own choices. Different choices will
There are different results. Some people will leave school and go back to the road after experiencing pain and despair; some will merge with despair and become part of the school; and some will give up everything, forget everything, and close their eyes. They
There are many options to choose from, at least that's what I heard from Chang Wenyu."
"From what you say, this school isn't too bad, at least for those desperate kids."
"The will that formed the school was not wrong, it was the painter who was wrong. It changed the rules of the school, cut off the way out, and kept everyone in." Zhou Tu's voice slowly became louder, but his body became more and more
Getting weaker and weaker.
"Why did the painter do this?" Zhang Ju was a little confused.
"I don't know what he was thinking. I only know that someone once resisted the painter. Chang Wenyu succeeded, but I and others failed." The skinny Zhou Tu leaned on Zhang Ju: "Every time the oil painting studio appears,
Problems will arise for the painter, and he will be here soon. If you don’t want to lose your memory again and become a happy doll without thinking, you’d better find a way to leave as soon as possible.”
"Is it too late to escape now?" Zhang Ju was a little pessimistic: "What we have to face is a painter, and just a few of us may not even be qualified to be his opponents."
"It's okay." A smile appeared on Zhou Tu's pale face, and he stretched out his thin fingers towards Chen Ge: "Chang Wenyu is back, and I feel a familiar aura on him."
"On my body?" Chen Ge himself was a little surprised: "Are you sure that's Chang Wenyu's breath? Not another woman's breath?"
"I'm sure." Zhou Tu didn't hear the other meaning in Chen Ge's words and nodded firmly.
"I've never met Chang Wenyu, how could I have her aura on me?" Chen Ge waved his hand.
"Maybe you have her belongings on you, maybe you are related to her by blood? Or maybe you are lovers?"
"Stop it, don't go on." Chen Ge gritted his teeth: "I feel like I've been cheated."
Zhou Tu didn't think it was a big problem that Chen Ge had Chang Wenyu's aura. He continued to persuade Chen Ge: "We have all forgotten certain memories. Maybe the secret is hidden in those lost memories. You don't have to
I worry too much, my intuition is always very accurate."