My House of Horrors Chapter 828: You have her breath on you

"One is very special, he is different from everyone else, he is the first student in this school." Zhou Tu glanced at the other club members: "In other words, this school will become What he looks like now has a lot to do with him."

"When you mentioned the painter, I was unreasonably frightened. Just these two words made my heart skip a beat." Zhang Ju's body was about to be completely dyed red with blood, his face was like a melting candle, look It looked very scary.

"It's normal to be afraid, because you must have seen him before you turned into a monster, and you are one of his works." Zhou Tu inadvertently told another secret: "Everything you experience after entering the door is The artist arranged it, but a little accident happened later."

"How do you know this? Didn't you just say anything about the painter?"

"Because I'm just like you, to be precise, except for the painter himself, everyone else is his work!" Zhou Tu's words carried deep fear: "You, me, Lin Sisi, including Wang Yicheng and this Everyone in the school, we are the work of the painter. From the moment we enter the door, we live in the painter's script."

"If it's what you said, then why did the accident happen to Zhang Ju?" Chen Ge didn't fully believe in Zhou Tu, it wasn't that he suspected that Zhou Tu was cheating on him, it was just because there were some things Zhou Tu didn't know, such as Zhang Ya The presence.

It was Zhang Ya who swallowed the Western Jiujiang's Private Academy door pusher, so no matter what the others did, at least one of the fourteen paintings was definitely not the work of the artist.

"The painter was careless. He didn't expect that someone would make a different choice from him, and he never thought that someone would betray him right under his nose." Zhou Tu took a deep breath, twisted his neck with difficulty, looking at Zhang Ju: "You should have heard the name Chang Wen Rain."

"Of course, she betrayed the promise, took my left eye, and made me her scapegoat." Zhang Ju had a very bad impression of Chang Wen Yu.

"It wasn't you who betrayed her, but the painter." Zhou Tu's voice became louder, as if she was using her last strength to justify Chang Wen Yu: "Chang Wen Yu is the second person to enter this school, and the only one who succeeded. Who escaped from here!"

"What do you want to say?"

“She told us one thing with her own actions. Apart from doing what the painter said, there are other paths we can take. What we need to obey is not the painter, but the real master of this school. ." Zhou Tu had blue veins appearing on his neck, and his physical condition was getting worse and worse.

Chen Ge has always been curious about who the owner of the school is. After all, the other party may be someone who transcends the red clothes: "Can you tell me who the real owner of this school is?"

Zhou Tu took a deep look at Chen Ge and said two words: "We."

"We?"

"That's right, all the despair of being bullied is the cornerstone of the ghost school. After the young and hesitant soul enters the door, it merges into a growing monster." Zhou Tu pointed to himself, and then pointed to the surrounding Human: "We are all in this monster's body, we are all part of this monster, and this place carries our memories, both our home and our body."

Chen Ge has understood what Zhou Tu wants to express. The master of the psychic ghost school does not refer to a certain person, but to a will.

The door pusher dies, and there is no new door pusher to take on the negative emotions behind the door. The door keeps wandering in similar despair, and eventually those desperate remnants slowly begin to dominate the door.

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

The ghost school itself is just a scenario, but under the influence of despair and negative emotions, the scenario itself already has a certain will, so there has never been an "Door" that can move freely.

The other doors are pushed open by the desperate, and are fixed in a certain place in the **** world. Only this door will take the initiative to appear beside the desperate.

It has become a home for desperate children to escape, sheltering desperate souls, but also depriving them of their lives in another way.

"No." Chen Ge suddenly said: "If you enter the school without a doubt, how does Chang Wen Yu escape from the ghost school? Children who enter this school should have different choices, and each choice corresponds to A result!"

"Although I don't know why you said this all of a sudden, you're right." Zhou Tu followed Chen Ge's words and continued: "The school has its own will, and all those who enter the school have their own choices. Choices will have different outcomes, some people will leave school and start anew 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 a lot to choose from, at least that's what I've heard from Chang Wen."

"As you say, this school is not bad, at least for the desperate kids."

"There is nothing wrong with the will that made up the school, but the painter. It changed the rules of the school, cut off the way out, and left everyone behind." Zhou Tu's voice gradually grew louder, but his body But getting weaker.

"Why did the artist do this?" Zhang Ju was a little puzzled.

"I don't know what he's thinking, I only know that there have been people who have resisted the painter, Chang Wen rain succeeded, and I and others failed." The skinny Zhou Tu leaned against the Zhang Ju: "Every time the painting room appears The problem is that the painter will appear, he will come soon, you don't want to lose your memory again and become a happy puppet without thinking, you'd better find a way to leave quickly."

"Is it too late to escape now?" Zhang Ju was a little pessimistic: "What we have to face is a painter, and we are probably not even qualified to be his opponents."

"It's fine." Zhou Tu squeezed a smile on his pale face, and his thin fingers stretched out to Chen Ge: "Chang Wen Rain is back, and I feel a familiar breath on him."

"On me?" Chen Ge was also a little surprised: "Are you sure it's the breath of Chang Wen rain? Not the breath of other women?"

"I'm sure." Zhou Tu did not hear another meaning in Chen Ge's words, and nodded with certainty.

"I haven't seen Chang Wen rain, how could there be her breath on me?" Chen Ge waved his hand.

"Maybe you have her belongings on you, maybe you're related to her? Or maybe you're lovers?"

"Stop, don't continue talking." Chen Ge gritted his teeth: "I feel like I've been tricked."

Zhou Tu doesn't think it's a big problem that Chen Ge has the smell of Chang Wen rain, he is still persuading Chen Ge: "We have all forgotten some memories, maybe the secret is hidden in those lost memories, you Don't worry too much, my intuition has always been accurate."