The top floor of the lab building was the place closest to the sky, and it was also a place where one could touch the other world.
The normal school started to change. More and more students turned into blood vessels, turning into ugly monsters.
They wailed in the once peaceful school. They, who had gotten used to the good life, did not expect to experience such pain.
Every second that the blood mirror that covered the school existed, several blood vessels would shatter, and the memory contained in them would disappear. The last trace of the owner of the memory would be wiped away.
The painter's campuses were collapsing, and as the owner of both campuses, the painter was standing on the top floor of the lab building.
He picked up the broken drawing board, and as he raised his hand, dark red blood appeared on the drawing board.
"You want to kill me?" Chang Wenyu sat at the edge of the building with her legs dangling in the air. "You have gained the approval of half of the students, but you cannot control the other half. If you kill me, the school's consciousness will be consumed by the city."
"I have not killed anyone, but many people have died because of me. I use the drawing board to record their final appearance, and I occasionally take it out to look at when I'm free." The painter grabbed the corner of the drawing board, and his pale fingers dipped into the blood that had not dried. He did not seem to care about what Chang Wenyu had said. He was talking to himself, saying what he wanted to say.
"You have not killed anyone?" Chang Wenyu crossed her legs and extended her arms. "You can always find a reason for your actions, and that is what I hate the most about you."
The smell of blood on the roof thickened. Chang Wenyu stood up, and her eyes burned with red fire. "Do you know why I came back after escaping from this school?"
The painter shook his head.
"I saw some of the children's families outside the door. They were guarding the unconscious children, waiting for them to come home." Chang Wenyu stood at the edge of the building. Above her head was the reflection of the blood red world, and below her feet was the campus that was crumbling into blood vessels. "But I know that is impossible. The door has bound them. It looks like salvation, but in reality, it has only sent them deeper into despair."
Chang Wenyu's black hair fluttered in the wind. Her right eye pulsed with a red light, but her left eye that had been gouged out leaked black blood. "That's why I've returned. I can't save all the children here, the only thing I can do is destroy this door, send you all to your graves, and then prevent our story from repeating itself on other people."
Blood blossomed on her dress, and the expression on Chang Wenyu's face turned crazier. "No matter what, I have to destroy this place."
"Can you do that? After losing the school's approval, you will become weaker, and the things you have learned at this school will eventually be returned to it. "The painter's tone was as calm as if he was asking if the girl had eaten breakfast.
"I don't need the school's approval. As long as someone at this school approves of me, that will be enough." The atmosphere at the top of the building became tense, and Chang Wenyu prepared to fight the painter.
"It's good to have your own thoughts, but why did you lure the ghosts from that city?" The painter's eyes glanced past Chang Wenyu to look at the red city outside the school. "Fighting for the school's approval to become the new door pusher is something between us. Why did you drag them into this? Are you still afraid of me? "
"I know you won't make the same mistake twice, so I only have this chance. Before you become the new door pusher, I have to destroy this place."
"Destroying the school's door; luring the ghosts from the red city; contacting all the Red Specters who have resisted me and have the right to become the door pusher; is that your whole plan?" The painter's hand moved on the drawing board. "Actually, I'm curious how you managed to open the school's door. All the Specters are suppressed by the school's consciousness, and no one can get close to the door. That should be the only thing that I didn't expect."
"Specters will be targeted, but that might not be the case for living people." Chang Wenyu wiped away the black blood that leaked out from her left eye. "I found the door pusher's left eye at the school. I've been hiding it outside the door all these years, waiting for this day. After all, he was the one who pushed open the door, and only his eye can trick the school's consciousness. Therefore, I had a living person hold the door pusher's left eye and push the door open a gap."
The blood on Chang Wenyu's dress was blooming. This Top Red Specter was showing her real appearance. However, probably because she was in the middle of the school created by the painter, she was completely suppressed, and her presence fluctuated.
"I used years to turn this graveyard into a heaven, but you used years to think about how to destroy everything." The painter sighed slowly. "Looks like I really can't have any hope in you. To focus on your own things, I can only make you shut your mouths forever."
"Stop lying to yourself. No one can build a heaven. What you're trying to cover up is hell." Chang Wenyu stood at the spot closest to the sky. Her shirt was almost completely red. "Painter, from the first time I saw you, I knew that the school's consciousness would approve of you because in this school, only you believe that behind the door is not a cage of despair. However, I didn't expect that one day, you would reach this stage, almost controlling everything. "
This time, the painter did not answer. His pale fingers moved on the drawing board.
"What are you doing?" Chang Wenyu's dress was only missing her heart, and it was not completely red.
"I'm painting." The painter raised the old drawing board in his hand. "I like to paint how they look before they die."
On the broken drawing board was a woman in a red dress. One of her eyes was red like blood, and the other had been gouged out, leaving behind a dark hole.
"What kind of death do you think she likes?"
The painter used his bloody finger to stab at the woman's heart. Chang Wenyu, who stood at the edge of the building, fell backward at the same time, and a mad laugh came from her lips.
"Then, why do you think I'm purposely stalling for time?"
In the laughter, Chang Wenyu morphed into a flower of blood. Her body shattered into countless blood vessels, and only a dress that was dyed red was left in the air.
"You know my ability, so you hid your heart in advance?" The painter looked at Chang Wenyu on the board. "She lost her body, but she used up one of my paintings …"
The painter did not look at the dress in the air but turned to the school's front gate. In the thick fog, a new threat was walking out from the red city.
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