Chen Ge was shocked by his own thought. An ownerless door, searching for despairing children, spending years to turn itself into a four-star scenario?
That sounded too unbelievable. Chen Ge forced himself to calm down.
There are thirteen easels in the art room, and there are thirteen painters. They know the school's secret. The Upside Down in Blood means that they are probably the thirteen candidates that the door has found for itself.
A single person would not be able to sustain a four-star scenario unless the person was more powerful than a Red Specter. However, if there were multiple Red Specters working together, no one could tell what would happen. After all, even Chen Ge himself had not seen so many Red Specters together before.
"Thirteen, this number sure is unlucky." Chen Ge glanced at Zhou Tu. He had been searching for the art club, and he had even dreamt about the art room. This person should be one of the thirteen painters.
"The door probably has its own selection criteria. Zhang Ju obviously did not fit the criteria, but Zhou Tu did." Initially, Chen Ge did not have high expectations for the art room, but after some analysis, he changed his mind. "Zhou Tu's memory is the key."
Of the club members, Zhou Tu was the most unique one. Chen Ge had to prepare for two possibilities.
Zhou Tu's awakening memory would tell him everything, or Zhou Tu would become his enemy after he awakened his memory.
"This is a big fish. Was I too casual with him earlier?" Chen Ge stared at Zhou Tu, and his gaze caused the latter to shiver.
"Mr. Bai, I'll go take a look over there." Zhou Tu found a random excuse and ran to the deepest part of the archive room.
"Why are you running? I'm the one who should be afraid. "Chen Ge continued to search the room. The surprises that the archive room had given him were far from over.
Soon, Chen Ge found a few more fire reports in the room. Fire seemed to have a special meaning at this school. It symbolized destruction and rebirth.
"There was a fire at Mu Yang High School, and there were burn marks on the stairs. The school used to be a crematorium, and now there's a fire at Western Jiujiang Private Academy. Is this a coincidence, or is there a deeper reason?"
Other than the report on the fire, Chen Ge also found several well-preserved student records at the bottom of the metal cabinet. Two of them were very special.
One of the files had Lin Sisi's name on it, along with comments from his teachers and classmates.
The students did not want to be friends with him, and the teachers could not be bothered to care about him. This child did not have a mother, and his father was a murderer. He had been adopted since he was young, but for some reason, he had escaped from his foster home many times.
In his opinion, the only person in the world who would sincerely help him was an intern in the orphanage.
That university graduate had helped Lin Sisi finish primary school even though he didn't have a stable life. He had even attended Lin Sisi's parent-teacher conference.
According to the teacher's comments, Lin Sisi's ADHD only improved when the intern was around.
The file did not have Lin Sisi's picture or personal information, but there was a handwritten signature — Gu Youjia.
The whole file was rotten and filled with wormholes. Only the spot where the guardian's signature was clean.
"Gu Youjia, Jiujiang's Children's Home. If I can leave this place alive, I should pay it a visit." Chen Ge seemed to be talking to himself, but it also sounded like he was purposely talking to someone else.
He turned to look at the other file that he had picked out. This file was dated earlier than the others. There was no name on it, and there was no record. There was only one sentence.
"Endure it, endure it. Everything will get better. They won't bully me forever. One day, I will grow up."
The handwriting on the file was crooked. It did not look like it had been written by a teacher. It looked more like it had been written by a child when his hand was injured.
"Endless tolerance will only make the perpetrator worse, no matter what the situation is. Those who seek pleasure from violence will not have sympathy or self-reflection."
Chen Ge used Lin Sisi's phone to snap a picture and then placed the file back where it was.
"The earliest file should be left behind by the real door-pusher. After he pushed open the door, his personality might have changed drastically, and he might have gone to the other extreme."
"If the door-pusher that Zhang Ya consumed was him, then after he died, the door that he pushed open might still be doing things according to his will. If I want to increase the chance of survival behind the door, I'd better follow his will."
School violence had never happened to Chen Ge before. The closest he had been to school violence was probably when he was in primary school.
The teacher had the children bring the toys that they did not normally play with to school to donate to the Children's Home.
After everyone had donated, only Chen Ge held his bag and did not say anything.
The naughtiest children in the class started to fight over Chen Ge's bag. In the process, they broke the zipper of the bag. In the end, a bloody intestine and a bag full of broken fingers spilled out.
The lifelike severed finger rolled around the classroom like a piece of chalk. The bloody plastic intestine even bounced a few times on the desk. The students in the class and the teacher who was walking over were all dumbfounded.
When the vice headmaster came, he purposely asked the homeroom teacher, "What is this child's family background?"
That evening, Chen Ge's parents were called to school and then they were taken away by the police for a long time.
Speaking of which, Chen Ge was the only student who had been bullied at school, and his parents were interrogated by the police.
However, there was a bright side to it. At least from then on, no one dared to bully Chen Ge anymore.
"Never bow to school violence." There was another meaning to what Chen Ge said. At this school, some of the victims had become a new source of violence.
The School of the Afterlife continued to expand. The door that was not dyed red by blood would approach all the despairing children and turn them into a part of the door. Their nightmares would reappear behind the door, and their souls would be used as bricks to build a tomb that would bury reality.
After searching for a long time in the archive room, a familiar stench drifted to his nose. Chen Ge decisively led the other members to leave the office.
"Sir, we're lucky. The monsters with the stench didn't come to us until the end," Zhu Long said softly.
"It's not that we're lucky. Someone helped us lure the monsters away." Chen Ge was not sure whether it was Chang Gu who was helping him or not, but he knew something was happening at this school, and it was probably related to Chang Gu and his sister.
"Come on, we'll go to the lab building next." Chen Ge turned to Zhou Tu. "You should have made your decision, right?"
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