"No. 1 is very special, he is different from everyone else, he is the first student in this school." Zhou Tu glanced at the 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 skip a beat." Zhang Ju's body was about to be completely dyed red with blood, and his face was like a melted candle, looking 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 said another secret: "Everything you experience after entering the door is arranged by the painter. Yes, but a little accident happened later."
"How did you know this? Didn't you say anything about the painter just now?"
"Because I am just like 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 the school Every one of us, we are the work of the painter. From the moment we enter the door, we live in the painter's script."
"If it's what you said, why did the accident happen to Zhang Ju?" Chen Ge didn't fully trust Zhou Tu. It wasn't because he suspected Zhou Tu was cheating him, but because there were some things Zhou Tu didn't know, such as Zhang Ya's existence.
It was Zhang Ya who swallowed up the doorman of Xicheng Private College, so no matter what the others were, at least one of the fourteen paintings was definitely not the work of the painter.
"The painter is careless. He didn't expect that someone would make a different choice from him, and he never thought that someone would betray him right under his nose." Zhou Tu took a deep breath, twisted his neck with difficulty, and looked at Zhang Ju : "You should have heard the name Chang Wenyu."
"Of course, she betrayed the agreement, took my left eye, and made 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, and seemed to use his last strength to justify Chang Wenyu: "Chang Wenyu is the second person to enter this school, and the only one who succeeded. The one who escaped from here!"
"what do you want to say?"
"She told us one thing with her own actions. In addition to doing what the painter said, there are other paths we can take. What we need to obey is not the painter, but the real master of this school." Zhou Blue veins appeared on Tu's neck, and his physical condition was getting worse and worse.
Chen Ge has always been curious about who the owner of the school is. After all, the other party may be someone who is beyond the red clothes: "Can you tell me who the real owner 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 has become the cornerstone of the ghost school. After the young and hesitant soul enters the door, it merges into a growing monster." Zhou Tu pointed to himself and to 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 take on the negative emotions behind the door. The door keeps wandering in similar despair, and eventually those desperate remnants begin to slowly dominate the door.
Chen Ge suddenly understood why the black phone called this school a psychic ghost school.
The ghost school itself is just a scene, but under the influence of despair and negative emotions, the scene itself already has a certain will, so there is an unprecedented "door" that can move freely.
The other doors were pushed open by the desperate, and were fixed somewhere in the bloody world. Only this door would take the initiative to appear beside the desperate.
It has become a home for desperate children to escape, sheltering desperate souls, but also depriving them of their lives in another way.
"No." Chen Ge suddenly said: "If entering the school is guaranteed to die, how did Chang Wenyu escape from the ghost school? Children entering this school should have different choices, and each choice corresponds to a result!"
"Although I don't know why you said this suddenly, but you said it well." Zhou Tu followed Chen Ge's words and continued: "The school has its own will, and all those who enter the school have their own choices, and different choices will There are different outcomes, some people will leave school and start anew after experiencing pain and despair; some will merge with despair and become part of the school; some will give up everything, forget everything, and close their eyes. They There are many choices, at least that's what I heard from Chang Wenyu."
"As you say, this school is not bad, at least for the desperate kids."
"The will to form the school is not wrong, but the painter is wrong. It changed the rules of the school, cut off the way out, and left everyone behind." Zhou Tu's voice gradually became louder, but his body became more and more getting weaker.
"Why did the painter do this?" Zhang Ju was a little puzzled.
"I don't know what he's thinking, I only know that there were people who resisted the painter, Chang Wenyu succeeded, but me and others failed." The skinny Zhou Tu leaned against Zhang Ju: "Every time the oil painting room appears The problem, the painter will appear, he will come soon, you don't want to lose your memory again and become a happy puppet without thinking, you'd better find a way to leave quickly."
"Is it too late to escape now?" Zhang Ju was a little pessimistic: "What we have to face is a painter, and we are probably not even qualified to be his opponents."
"It's okay." Zhou Tu's pale face squeezed a smile, and his thin fingers stretched out to Chen Ge: "Chang Wenyu is back, and I feel a familiar breath on him."
"On me?" Chen Ge himself was a little surprised: "Are you sure it's Chang Wenyu's breath? Not the breath of other women?"
"I'm sure." Zhou Tu did not hear another meaning in Chen Ge's words, and nodded with certainty.
"I haven't seen Chang Wenyu, how could she have her breath?" Chen Ge waved his hand.
"Maybe you have her belongings on you, maybe you're related to her? Or maybe you're lovers?"
"Stop, don't continue talking." Chen Ge gritted his teeth: "I feel like I've been tricked."
Zhou Tu didn't think it was a big problem for Chen Ge to have Chang Wenyu's breath, he was still persuading Chen Ge: "We have all forgotten some memories, maybe the secret is hidden in those lost memories, you don't need to Too worried, my intuition has always been accurate."