Footsteps came from the corridor outside the reading room. The librarian was moving toward them. Even though Chen Ge still had many questions, he did not have the time to ask.
"Chang Gu, I hope you won't lie to me. I can do my best to help your sister, but you have to guarantee that my friends and I will be able to leave this school safely."
Chen Ge gathered with the other club members. He was a man of his word. Since he had promised to take Zhang Ju and the rest away, he would definitely do his best.
"I can promise you that, but the problem is, will my promise be useful? Here, anything can happen. Even the painter cannot give you a hundred percent guarantee. "Chang Gu's red eye twitched. No one knew what he was thinking.
"You've changed a lot since you entered the door. Looks like I'll have to reevaluate our relationship." Chen Ge's expression was calm. He was always like this. It was hard to tell whether he was bluffing or he had another trump card up his sleeve.
"We're friends, and we both came from outside the door. We know each other well, so I won't harm you." Chang Gu raised the backpack in his hand. "Look, I've even helped you deliver your stuff."
"We're indeed friends, but I've made some friends in the door as well. We're all friends, so I hope you won't make things difficult for me." There was one thing that Chen Ge did not tell Chang Gu. In the toilet on the top floor of the education block, he had promised to be someone's friend.
At the time, he had used Lin Sisi's phone to watch Lin Sisi being bullied. At the end of the video, he had heard a voice in his ear, and the voice had wanted to be his friend.
With the thought that more friends meant more options, Chen Ge had agreed.
Now that he thought about it, the owner of the voice was probably the painter.
Many people wanted to make use of Chen Ge, but if they got to know Chen Ge better, they would regret it.
"Okay, we'll do as you say." Chen Ge led the other club members to stand beside Chang Gu. "Can you give me my stuff now?"
"No problem, but you have to wait until you enter the mirror before you can open the backpack." Chang Gu did not pass the backpack to Chen Ge. Instead, he followed him to the last row of bookshelves.
The few of them worked together to push the bookshelf aside, revealing a mirror covered with a black cloth.
"This mirror can't be used much longer. You'd better hurry and get the school's approval before the painter discovers this place." Chang Gu pulled back the black cloth and handed the backpack to Chen Ge. "Stand before the mirror and place your hand on it. Look with your heart, and you will see the world on the other side of the mirror."
After accepting the backpack, Chen Ge did not immediately place his hand on the mirror. Instead, he took a step back.
"What do you want?" Chang Gu frowned.
"Don't be nervous. It's my first time here. I don't have any experience, so I want to see how others do it." Chen Ge resisted the urge to open the backpack and gave Zhang Ju a look. "These scenes should have appeared in your memory before."
Zhang Ju nodded and pushed Zhou Tu toward Zhu Long. He stood before the mirror. "To be honest, I do want to live in the painter's dream, but if the price is freedom, then forget it."
The scarred arm rested on the surface of the mirror, and Zhang Ju raised his head to look at himself in the mirror.
Chen Ge had noticed something a long time ago. In the world behind the door, mirrors rarely appeared.
It was as if in this blood red world, mirrors had a special meaning.
He stood at the back of the group and watched patiently. If not for the people around him, he would have grabbed a pen and paper to record the whole process down.
Blood dripped down his arm and landed on the mirror. Blood vessels crawled on the surface, and it was hard to tell whether they came from outside the mirror or from inside the mirror.
The blood vessels grew, and at one moment, in the blink of an eye, the scene in the mirror suddenly changed.
It was still a library, but the library in the mirror had turned blood red. Blood flowed, and every book appeared to be written in blood.
"I didn't expect that I would return one day. This time, I hope I won't make the wrong choice again," Zhang Ju mumbled to himself outside the mirror.
Outside the mirror, Zhang Ju mumbled to himself, but inside the mirror, he did not move. Like a soulless puppet, his head was lowered, and his eyes were closed.
"Be careful. Don't wander around after you enter the mirror. Wait where you are. We'll move together. There's strength in numbers." Chen Ge wanted to say something, but Zhang Ju's condition was unstable. He did not listen to Chen Ge.
The head that had been deformed by the fire slowly turned. Zhang Ju's remaining right eye was as red as blood. He stared at Chang Gu. The wounds on his body were all torn open, and endless blood vessels flowed on his body.
"Your left eye is very beautiful. I … want to eat it."
Zhang Ju seemed to be agitated by something. His expression twisted, but strangely enough, his expression in the mirror started to change as well, slowly turning into his real self.
When the two synchronized, his hand that was on the mirror was pulled, and his body was pulled into the mirror.
"He was pulled into the mirror by his reflection?" Before Chen Ge could react, there was only a pool of blood left before the mirror. Zhang Ju disappeared like he had never been there.
"The mirror can reflect your appearance, but it can't reflect your soul. On one side of the mirror is your body, and on the other side is your desire. When you look in the mirror, you can see your ugliest side, and when you look in the mirror, you can see your most dangerous side." After sending Zhang Ju away, Chang Gu's tone became more relaxed. "The mirror behind the School of the Afterlife's door is different from the one in real life. The painter has placed all the beautiful things inside the mirror, and all the ugly, despairing, and scary things are placed outside the mirror. So, when you look into the mirror, you will see a different version of yourself."
When Zhang Ju spoke, Zhou Tu had already passed through the mirror. He moved so fast that the members around him, including Chen Ge and Chang Gu, did not notice him.
"Mr. Bai, I know you haven't told me many things." Zhu Long seemed to have something to say, but considering the presence of outsiders, he did not say it. "I rarely trust others. I hope you won't disappoint me."
Placing his palm on the mirror, Zhu Long looked at his reflection. His large body was pieced back together. The reflection in the mirror could not be considered a person at all; it was more like a doll sewn by a bad child.
The blood stain before the mirror thickened. After all the members left, Chen Ge carried the two backpacks and stood before the mirror.
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