The top floor of the experimental building is the closest place to the sky, and it is also the place where you can reach out and touch another world.
The original normal campus has begun to change, and more and more students have turned into bloodshots and ugly monsters.
They wailed in the once peaceful campus, accustomed to the beauty of them, and never thought that they had suffered such a painful thing.
Every second that the blood-red mirror covering the ghost school exists, several bloodshots will collapse, the memory contained in the bloodshot will disappear, and the last trace of the owner of the memory in this world will be erased.
The painter's east and west campus is undergoing an irreversible collapse, and as the owner of the east and west campus, the painter is standing on the top floor of the experimental building at this time.
He picked up the broken drawing board, and as his palm lifted, black and red blood appeared on the drawing board.
"You want to kill me?" Chang Wenyu sat on the edge of the building with her legs hanging in the air: "You have gained the approval of half of the students in the ghost school, but you can't control the will of the other half of the students. Kill me, and the will of the school will be met. Completely engulfed by that city."
"I have never killed anyone, but many people have died because of me. I use the drawing board to record their final appearance, and occasionally take it out to enjoy it in my spare time." The painter grabbed a corner of the drawing board and dipped his pale fingers on the surface of the drawing board. Dry blood, he didn't seem to care what Chang Wenyu said, just talking to himself, saying what he wanted to say.
"You haven't killed anyone?" Chang Wenyu crossed her legs and stretched her arms: "You can always find reasons for what you do. This is what I hate most about you."
The smell of blood on the top of the experimental building became heavier and heavier. Chang Wenyu stood up, with blood-red flames burning in her eyes: "Do you know why I clearly escaped from this school and come back in the end?"
The painter shook his head slightly.
"I saw some of the children's families outside the door. They were guarding the unconscious children and waiting for them to go home." Chang Wenyu stood on the edge of the building, with the reflection of the blood-red world above her head, and her feet were collapsing into bloodshots. East and West Campus: "But I know this is impossible. The door binds them. It seems to be salvation, but in fact it just sends them into a deeper despair."
The long dark hair was blown by the blood-red wind, Chang Wenyu's right eye was beating with red light, but black blood oozes from her gouged left eye socket: "So I'm back, I can't save this place. All I can do, boys, is to destroy this door, to bury you all, and not let our story repeat itself to anyone else."
The blood flowers bloomed on her coat little by little, and the expression on Chang Wenyu's face became more and more crazy: "We will destroy this place at all costs."
"Can you do it? If you lose the approval of the ghost school's will, you will become weaker and weaker. What you have learned in this school will eventually be returned to it." The painter's flat tone, as if only in the Ask the other person if they have breakfast.
"I don't need to be recognized by the ghost school's will, as long as someone in this school recognizes me." The atmosphere at the top of the laboratory building became more and more tense, and Chang Wenyu was also ready to fight with the painter.
"It's a good thing to have your own ideas, but why do you want to attract ghosts in that city?" The painter glanced past Chang Wenyu and looked at the blood-colored city outside the ghost school: "Compete for the will of the ghost school and become a new one. Door pusher, this is something between us, why do you have to pull them together? Are you still afraid of me?"
"I know you won't make the same mistake again, so I only have this chance to completely destroy this place before you become the new door pusher."
"Destroy the door of the school; attract the ghosts of the blood-colored city; contact all the red-clothed people who have resisted me and have the qualification to be the door pusher; is this your whole plan?" The painter's hand moved gently on the drawing board : "Actually, I'm curious about how you opened the school's main door. All ghosts will be suppressed by the ghost school's will, and no one can approach that door. This should be the only place I didn't expect."
"Special ghosts will be targeted, but not necessarily living people." Chang Wenyu wiped the black blood from the left eye socket: "I found the door pusher's left eye in the ghost school, and it has been hidden in the door for all these years. Besides, just to wait for this day, after all, he opened the gate of the ghost school, and only his eyes can deceive the will of the ghost school, so I asked a living person to hold the door pusher's left eye and push the main gate of the ghost school. A gap opened."
The blood flowers on Chang Wenyu's coat are blooming, and this top red coat is showing his true appearance. But it seems that because she is in the east and west campus built by the painter, she is completely suppressed at this time, and her aura fluctuates from strength to weakness.
"I spent years building this cemetery into a paradise, but you spent years thinking about how to destroy everything." The painter sighed slowly: "It seems that I really can't have any expectations of you. If you want to concentrate on your own business, you can only keep your mouth shut forever."
"Don't deceive yourself anymore, no one can create heaven, what you paint is just hell." Chang Wenyu stood closest to the sky, her coat almost completely turned red: "Painter, I have When I see you, I know that the will of the school will recognize you, because in this school, you are the only one who believes that behind the door is not a cage of despair. What I didn't expect is that one day, you will be able to achieve this level, almost We're almost in control of everything."
The painter didn't answer this time, his pale fingers moved on the drawing board.
"What are you doing?" Chang Wenyu's coat was only slightly red before her heart.
"I'm drawing." The painter raised the worn drawing board in his hand: "I like to draw what they look like before they die."
On the broken drawing board, there was a drawing of a woman in a red dress. One of her eyes was scarlet as blood, and the other eye was gouged out, leaving only a dark hole.
"What kind of death do you think she likes?"
The painter pierced the heart of the woman in the painting with a finger dipped in blood. Chang Wenyu, who was standing on the edge of the building, fell backward at the same time, and she laughed wildly.
"Then why do you think I'm delaying time on purpose?"
In the laughter, Chang Wenyu turned into a blood flower, her body shattered into countless blood threads, and there was only one coat left in the air that was dyed red everywhere except for the heart.
"I knew my abilities, so I hid my heart in advance?" The painter looked at Chang Wenyu on the drawing board: "She lost her body, but she consumed one of my paintings..."
The painter did not go to look at the bloody clothes in the air, but looked at the gate of the ghost correction. In the thick blood fog, a new threat was emerging from the blood-red city.