My House of Horrors

“Number one is very special, he's not like everyone else, he's the first student in this school.” Zhou Dian glanced at the other members of the community: “In other words, the school will become what it is and have a lot to do with him. ”

“When you mention painters, I have no reason to be scared, just these two words make my heart beat.” The torch's body was about to be completely stained with blood, and his face was like a melting candle, and it looked terrible.

“Fear is normal because you must have seen him before you became a monster, and you're one of his works.” Zhou Tu accidentally told another secret: “Everything you went through behind the door was arranged by the painter, but then there was a little accident. ”

“How do you know all this? Didn't you just say you didn't know anything about painters? ”

“Because I, like you, to be precise, everyone but the painter himself is his work!” Zhou Tu said with deep fear: “You, me, Lin Si Si, including Wang Yicheng and everyone in this school, we are all painters. From the moment we entered the door, we lived in the painter's script. ”

“If it's true, why was there an accident on that torch?” Chen Gong didn't fully believe Zhou Tu, which is not that he suspected Zhou Tu was cheating on him, just because some things Zhou Tu didn't know, such as Zhang Ya's existence.

It was Zhang Ya who swallowed the West City Private College Gatekeeper, so regardless of the others, at least one of the 14 volumes was definitely not a painter's work.

“The painter was careless, and he didn't expect anyone to make a different choice from him, let alone betray him in front of his eyes.” Zhou Zhu took a deep breath and twisted his neck hard, looking at the torch: “You should have heard of Changwen Rain. ”

“Of course, she betrayed the deal, took my left eye and made me her replacement.” Zhang Torch has a very poor impression of Changwen Rain.

“She betrayed not you, but the painter.” Zhou Tu's voice became louder and seemed to use his last strength to justify Changwen Rain: “Changwen Rain is the second person to enter this school and the only one who succeeded in escaping from it! ”

“What are you trying to say? ”

“She tells us one thing with her own practical actions: we have other ways to go than what the painter says, and what we need to obey is not the painter, but the true owner of the school.” Zhou Tu had a bluish muscle around his neck and his health was getting worse.

Chan has always wondered who the owner of the school is. After all, the other party may be beyond red: “Can you tell me who the real owner of this school is? ”

Zhou Diao took a deep look at Chen Song and said two words: “We. ”

“We?”

“Yes, all the bullied despair is the cornerstone of the haunted school, and the young wandering soul enters the door and merges into a growing monster.” Zhou Diagram refers to himself and to those around him: “We are all part of this monster's body, and we are all part of this monster, carrying our memories, both our homes and our bodies. ”

Chen has understood what Zhou Tu wants to say. The owner of Psychic Ghost School is not referring to someone, but to a will.

The doorman died, no new doorman came to bear the negative emotions behind the door, the door kept wandering in similar despair, and eventually those desperate brutalities slowly began to dominate the door.

Chen Gong suddenly understood why the black phone called the school a psychic ghost school.

The haunted school itself is just a scene, but with the infiltration of despair and negative emotions, the scene itself already possesses some will, so there is a “door” that has never existed and can move freely.

The other doors are pushed open by the desperate, fixed somewhere in the bloody world, and only this door will proactively appear next to the desperate.

It became the home of those desperate children who fled, sheltering their hopeless souls, but also, in another way, deprived them of their lives.

“No.” Chen Gong suddenly said: “If entering the school is certain to die, how did Changwen Yu escape from the haunted school? Children entering this school should have different choices, each corresponding to a result! ”

“I don't know why you said that all of a sudden, but you're right. Zhou Tu went on to say along the lines of Chen Song:“ The school has its own will, all those who enter the school have their own choices, different choices will have different results, some will leave the school after experiencing pain and despair, some will merge into despair and become part of the school; others have given up everything, forgotten everything and closed their eyes. They have a lot to choose from, at least that's what I heard from Changwen Rain Mouth. ”

“As you put it, this school is good, at least for desperate children. ”

“The will to form a school is not wrong, it is the painter. It changed the rules of the school, cut off the way out and left everyone behind.” Zhou Tu's voice slowly grew louder, but his body became weaker.

“Why would a painter do that?” Zhang Torch is a little confused.

“I don't know what he's thinking, all I know is that someone once resisted the painter, Changwen Rain succeeded, and I and others failed.” The diagram of the skinny bone leans against Zhang Torch: “Every time something goes wrong in the oil studio, the painter shows up. He will be here soon. You don't want to lose your memory again and become a happy figure without thinking, you better hurry and find a way out. ”

“Is it too late to escape?” Zhang Torch is somewhat pessimistic: “What we are facing is a painter, just a few of us may not even be qualified to be his opponents. ”

“It's all right.” Zhou Tu's pale face squeezed a smile, his dry fingers reaching out to Chen Song: “Changwen Rain came back, I felt a familiar smell on him. ”

“On me?” Chen Gong himself was a little surprised: “Are you sure that's Changwen Yu's scent? Not the smell of other women? ”

“I'm sure.” Zhou Zhu did not hear another meaning in Chen Song's words and nodded his head with certainty.

“I haven't seen Changwen Yu. How could she smell?” Chen Gong waved his hand.

“Maybe you have her things on you, maybe you're related to her? Or are you lovers? ”

“Stop, stop talking down.” Chen Gong bit his teeth: “I feel like I've been pitted. ”

Zhou Tu didn't think it was a big problem that Chan Song had the smell of everlasting rain on him. He continued to persuade Chan Song: “We all forgot some memories, maybe the secrets are hidden in those lost memories. Don't worry too much, my instincts have always been accurate. ”