"No. 1 is very special. He is different from the others. He is the first student at this school." Zhou Tu's eyes scanned the other club members. "In other words, he has a lot to do with the reason why this school is in its current state."
"When you mentioned the painter, I felt fear for no reason. Just those two words made my heart skip a beat." Zhang Ju's body was almost completely dyed red by blood. His face was like a melted candle, and he looked very scary.
"It's normal to be afraid because you must have met him before you turned into a monster. You are one of his creations." Zhou Tu accidentally revealed another secret. "Everything that happened to you after you entered the door was planned by the painter, but there was a small accident."
"How do you know all this? Didn't you say you couldn't tell me anything about the painter? "
"Because I am the same as you. To be precise, other than the painter himself, everyone else is his creation!" Zhou Tu's words were laced with deep fear. "You, me, Lin Sisi, Wang Yicheng, and everyone else at this school, we are all the painter's creations. From the moment we entered the door, we have been living in the painter's script. "
"If it's really as you said, then why did the accident happen to Zhang Ju?" Chen Ge did not fully believe Zhou Tu. It was not that he suspected Zhou Tu was lying to him, but there were things that Zhou Tu did not know, like the existence of Zhang Ya.
It was Zhang Ya who consumed Western Jiujiang's Private Academy's door pusher. Therefore, no matter what, among the fourteen scrolls, at least one person was not the painter's creation.
"The painter was too careless. He did not expect someone to make a different choice from him, and he did not expect someone to betray him right under his nose." Zhou Tu took a deep breath and turned his neck with difficulty to look at Zhang Ju. "You should have heard the name Chang Wenyu before."
"Of course, she betrayed the promise. She removed my left eye and made me her scapegoat." Zhang Ju had a very bad impression of Chang Wenyu.
"She did not betray you but the painter." Zhou Tu's voice rose like he was using the last of his energy to defend Chang Wenyu. "Chang Wenyu was the second person to enter this school, and she was the only one to successfully escape!"
"What do you want to say?"
"She used her actions to tell us one thing. Other than following the painter's instructions, there are other paths that we can take. The one we need to obey is not the painter but the real owner of this school." Veins popped on Zhou Tu's neck. His physical condition was worsening.
Chen Ge had always been curious about the identity of the school's owner. After all, the owner might be someone beyond a Red Specter. "Can you tell me who the real owner of this school is?"
Zhou Tu looked deeply into Chen Ge's eyes and said two words, "We."
"Us?"
"Indeed, all the despair of being bullied became the foundation of the School of the Afterlife. After the young souls entered the door, they merged into a monster that kept growing." Zhou Tu pointed at himself and then at the people around him. "We are all inside this monster's body. We are all a part of this monster. This place carries our memories. It is our home and our bodies."
Chen Ge understood what Zhou Tu was trying to say. The owner of the School of the Afterlife was not a person but a kind of consciousness.
The door pusher had died, and there was no new door pusher to shoulder the negative emotions behind the door. The door continued to wander in similar despair, and in the end, the lingering spirits of despair started to take over the door.
Chen Ge suddenly understood why the black phone called this school the School of the Afterlife.
The School of the Afterlife itself was just a scenario, but under the influence of despair and negative emotions, the scenario itself possessed some kind of consciousness, so a 'door' that could move freely appeared.
The other doors were pushed open by the people in despair and were fixed somewhere in the blood world, but only this door would automatically appear next to the people in despair.
It became the home for these despairing children to escape to. It took in these desperate souls, but from another perspective, it robbed them of their lives.
"That's not right." Chen Ge suddenly said, "If entering the school means certain death, then how did Chang Wenyu escape the school? The children who enter this school should have different choices, and each choice corresponds to a different result! "
"Even though I don't know why you're suddenly saying this, you're right." Zhou Tu followed Chen Ge's words. "The school has its own consciousness, and everyone who enters the school has their own choice. Different choices will lead to different results. Some will leave the school 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 have many choices, or at least, that is what I heard from Chang Wenyu. "
"Based on what you said, this school is not bad, at least for those despairing children."
"The consciousness that forms the school is not wrong; the one who is wrong is the painter. He changed the rules of the school and cut off the way out, forcing everyone to stay. "Zhou Tu's voice grew louder, but his body was weakening.
"Why would the painter do that?" Zhang Ju was confused.
"I don't know what he's thinking. I only know that someone once rebelled against the painter. Chang Wenyu succeeded, but the others and I failed." The skinny Zhou Tu leaned on Zhang Ju. "Whenever there's a problem in the oil art room, the painter will appear. He will be here soon. If you don't want to lose your memory again and turn into mindless dolls, you'd better figure out a way to leave."
"Is it too late to run now?" Zhang Ju was pessimistic. "We're facing the painter. The few of us probably don't even have the right to be his opponent."
"It'll be fine." Zhou Tu forced a smile on his pale face. His thin finger reached toward Chen Ge. "Chang Wenyu has returned. I can sense a familiar presence on him."
"On me?" Chen Ge was surprised himself. "Are you sure that's Chang Wenyu's presence? It's not the presence of another woman? "
"I'm sure." Zhou Tu did not understand the hidden meaning behind Chen Ge's words, and he nodded confidently.
"I've never met Chang Wenyu before. How could I have her presence on me?" Chen Ge waved his hands.
"Perhaps you have something from her on you, or perhaps you're related to her by blood? Or perhaps you're lovers? "
"Stop, stop talking." Chen Ge gritted his teeth. "I feel like I've been tricked."
Zhou Tu did not think it was a big deal that Chen Ge had Chang Wenyu's presence on him. He continued to persuade Chen Ge. "We've all forgotten certain memories. Perhaps the secret is hidden in those lost memories. Don't worry too much. My instinct has always been accurate."
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