The eyeball that hung above the school cracked open in the middle and turned into a large mirror that covered the whole school.
The surface of the mirror was blood red. This side of the mirror was the blood world behind the door, and the other side was the two campuses that the painter had created.
"The two campuses were created by the painter using the students' remaining memories. When the school's consciousness was heavily damaged, the campuses that he spent so much effort to build were naturally affected."
Chen Ge lifted his head to look at the mirror in the sky. The girl sitting on the top floor of the lab building was doing the same thing.
"Chang Wenyu?"
A name crossed Chen Ge's mind. The girl was completely different from how Chen Ge had imagined her.
In Chang Gu's movies, Chang Wenyu had many personalities, but she was a quiet and cute girl.
This should be how Chang Gu imagined Chang Wenyu to be, and as her brother, he did not know his sister well. Due to various reasons, Chen Ge was misled.
The real Chang Wenyu was a girl that people would not want to get close to. Her left eye had been gouged out, leaving behind a dark hole. Her right eye seemed to be burning with fire, hiding a suppressed madness. This kind of 'person' could do anything. There was nothing in the world that could restrain them, and even they could not control themselves.
In comparison, the painter was the other extreme. He did not say a word, and he was as silent as a dead sea.
Even if the drawing board was broken, even if the campuses that he had built were collapsing, even if the school's consciousness was heavily damaged, his expression did not change.
The painter and Chang Wenyu were two extremes. When the school's consciousness was damaged, and the whole school was exposed to the red city, of the two, one lowered his head to look at his drawing board like he was reminiscing about the painting that he had once used it to draw, and the other sat at the edge of the building looking at the sky on the other side of the mirror like he was enjoying this rare chaos.
"Two madmen." Chen Ge's gaze moved from the girl to the boy. He was now certain that the painter and Fan Yu had some kind of connection.
They had the same face, but their bodies were slightly different. Fan Yu kept his head down, probably due to his low self-esteem, and his back was slightly hunched. The painter looked more normal.
"I've seen Fan Yu outside the door with my own eyes. I've even taken him out for dinner and painting. I didn't expect something like this to happen." Chen Ge could not move his eyes away from the painter. He could not understand why there would be another 'Fan Yu' behind the door when the Fan Yu outside the door was still alive. Furthermore, the two had completely different personalities and abilities.
"It really is that child." The old headmaster also recognized Fan Yu. Other than surprise, there was also a trace of guilt on his face.
"Principal, are you sure you had nothing to do with Fan Yu being bullied at school?" Chen Ge pulled the principal to his side.
"I'm the principal of Mu Yang High School. Anything that happens at the school has something to do with me. How can I not be responsible for his bullying?" The old headmaster did not understand what Chen Ge meant.
"What I mean is, did you do anything to harm him directly or indirectly? For example, he asked you for help, but you ignored him because you were too busy …"
"If he had asked me for help, this tragedy wouldn't have happened." The old headmaster looked at Fan Yu. "He is a good child."
"Since Fan Yu being bullied has nothing to do with you, our plan will not be affected." Chen Ge's eyes were determined. "I will do my best to make you the school's headmaster and lead the school's consciousness. You've seen the situation here. None of them can bring salvation and relief to the children. Only you can. "
"I can't do that either. Every child has their own obsession, and it is too difficult to free them from it."
"At least, you won't lead them down the wrong path and cause them more harm." "There is no one more suitable than you, sir," Chen Ge said seriously. "You can treat this place as the second Mu Yang High School."
"Okay, I'll try my best." A bitter smile hung on the old headmaster's face. He was just a Half Red Specter, and his competitors were all Top Red Specters.
"There are thirteen paintings in the art room, representing the thirteen people who have the right to become the door pusher. We don't need to care about most of them. We only need to pay attention to the painter and Chang Wenyu." Chen Ge had been planning since he entered the school, and now it was the most crucial moment of his plan.
"Then, what should we do next?" The old headmaster was nervous.
"We should find a safe place to hide first. Chang Wenyu dared to trick the school's consciousness, so he probably made a deal with one of the monsters from the red city. This school is going to be in chaos, so we have to preserve our power." Chen Ge had the students who followed him stay together, and they walked down the corridor to find a safe place.
The blood fog rushed at the School of the Afterlife. The mirror above them covered the school, but it could barely stop the monsters from the blood city from entering.
However, this blood mirror was made from the consciousness of many students. When the consciousness collapsed, it only took an instant for it to collapse.
On the other side of the mirror, more and more students started to recall their lost memories. Various negative emotions surged in, and bloody handprints appeared on the wall between the two campuses. Many strange and scary things started to happen.
"This is their true appearance. Behind every beautiful memory is endless pain and despair. Fate is just so fair and cruel." Chang Wenyu swung her legs around. She looked at everything with a happy expression.
"Fate?" The painter slowly raised his head. His lips moved, and he said, "Do you know what color fate is?"
"I don't know. Probably red. I like red." Chang Wenyu turned back to look at the painter. Just from the tone of their conversation, those who didn't know better would think they were good friends.
"Fate is white. Whatever paint you use on it, it will turn into that color." The painter's voice could calm people down.
"So, you used the school's consciousness to change their memories? Just to preserve the beautiful moment for them? How do you know that is what they want? What right do you have to change other people's most precious things? " Chang Wenyu's memory seemed to have been tampered with by the painter as well. That should be one of the reasons for their conflict. "Don't think that just because the school's consciousness recognizes you the most, you can treat yourself as this school's God!"
Facing Chang Wenyu's accusation, the painter did not argue. He lowered his head to pick up the broken canvas. "There is no God behind the door. Even if there is, it is just the devil's kindness. "
When he said the last word, a pungent smell of blood drifted out from somewhere on the canvas.
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