Horror Game Designer Chapter 135: Paintings

“Zuo Jun, can you find me some clothes as well?” Qian Junran followed Zuo Jun in his trunks. He looked so pitiful.

“Shut up!” Zuo Jun said darkly. He wore the uniform of the centre’s captain over his trunks. “Do you know that you almost caused my death?”

“How?” Qian Junran held his chest. “Isn’t the infirmary the place to save people? Is it that scary?”

“You might still know how you die if you go to other places. At the infirmary, you can’t even die if you want to! There’s a very special Big Ghost hidden there!” Zuo Jun said severely. He didn’t bring Qian Junran to the infirmary. He went to the office building controlled by Situ An and hid by the window on the third floor.

“What is a big ghost?”

“It’s something you don’t ever want to meet. This place has attracted many big ghosts. You better be obedient!” Zuo Jun glanced at Qian Junran coldly, “Don’t talk after we return! Don’t do anything you shouldn’t. Follow the investigation centre’s instructions!”

“Then, are we going back to the activity building now?” Qian Junran shivered from the cold due to his lack of clothing.

“We need to finish the swim class. Don’t have any conflicts with the PE Teacher. In the afternoon, our people will take over the classes.” Zuo Jun thought back to the time table. “There can’t be any accidents during the classes in the afternoon.”

“But…” Qian Junran saw the situation inside the activity building through the window.

“No but!” Zuo Jun wanted to kill Qian Junran. However, he was part of Class 13, and Class 13 was very special.

“But look!” Qian Junran pointed dumbly out the window. “The activity building appears to be flooded!”

“What?” Zuo Jun shoved Qian Junran out of the way. He cursed and ran towards the activity building. Qian Junran screamed and ran in his trunks.

Class 13 gathered outside the activity building. They saw the messages they sent. Some of them accidentally exposed their messages. Others hid their phones. The message became their biggest secret.

Back then, the people who messaged the 51st students to come back were the killers. Many people made that choice, but it didn’t mean they would admit to it before the public.

“The appearance of the messages proves one thing. I should have been on the bus ten years ago. I should have died in that cycle ten years ago, but I somehow entered the second cycle.” Gao Ming’s thoughts probably couldn’t be understood by his classmates.

“I am the first cycle. I’ll return to the tunnel after I die. The bus from ten years ago might be the second cycle. Then, what was the condition for triggering the second cycle? If the cycle started once someone died, then the second cycle should have started earlier. Or would the cycle only start when the 51st student was alive?” That night, there were 50 students on the bus and 1 student not on the bus. One side had to die as the sacrifice. If both parties survived, they would be discovered by fate, and the cycle would reinitiate.

“It feels like someone planned this ten years ago. They used the cycle to hide another cycle.”

Gao Ming had come up with the quadruple cycle theory a while ago. The layers overlapped each other. It was how the culprit managed to trick fate and how an anomaly like Gao Ming appeared.

It was a crazy thought. Gao Ming held his heart that was filled with death memories. He had no idea what kind of ending would befit this kind of endless despair.

“Don’t just stand there!” Zuo Jun came back with Qian Junran. They found their clothes and phones. Zuo Jun put his phone into his pocket. He communicated with the teachers in the centre uniform. Qian Junran only focused on putting on his clothes. After being tricked by a few classmates, he clicked open his message before everyone.

Everyone looked over. A long message appeared on Qian Junran’s hone, “It might not be good for you to come… But if you don’t come, it’s all over for me. I still have my family… You should come. Everyone misses you.”

Qian Junran was like this when he was in school. He was a fence-sitter. It was clear that he was the one who sent the message, but he had no impression of it.

“We’ve confirmed one killer.” Du Bai grumbled as he walked past Qian Junran.

“What killer?” Qian Junran put on his clothes and finally grasped the situation. He sneezed. He wanted to know more, but his classmates moved away from him.

The class in the morning ended like that. During lunch, the happiness from the day before disappeared. Most fo the students didn’t sit together.

“The messages split us up even more.” The people from Room 1314 still sat together. Wang Jie placed his phone on the table openly. “Actually, there’s nothing to hide. You know my personality. If sacrificing one person can save everyone else, I’ll definitely choose to sacrifice him.”

Wang Jie clicked on his message. He didn’t hide anything. The content was also very direct. He hoped the 51st student to come over.

“People like you are in the minority.” Before Xi San finished speaking, Du Bai showed his message too. He also chose to lie to the 51st student.

“What about you two?” Du Bai sat with Wang Jie and looked at Xi San and Gao Ming across from them. “From the ending, most of the students chose to have him sacrifice himself.”

“I…” Xi San shook his head and focused on the food. Gao Ming didn’t say anything.

Lunch soon ended. The first class in the afternoon was language. The teacher in the centre uniform explained the various zones. He listed the activity building and the lab building as taboo zones. The class was boring, but the students wished the class would never end. At least they didn’t need to face different ghosts in class. As the bell rang, the students’ hearts rose again.

The next class was art. The class was in Classroom 2103 in the lab building. The investigation centre teacher just said that Room 2104, the art classroom, was one of the taboo zones. Their class would be next to it.

“We can’t avoid this. We might as well go early and give the art teacher a good impression.” Xi San had given up on his struggle. He led the way to leave the math building and go to the lab building.

The two buildings were in the same school compound, but they gave off completely different feelings. Math building felt like it was enveloped by a fake sun. The lab building felt like it had sunken underground. Even the walls reeked of chill.

Pushing open the door to Room 2103, the room was filled with easels. The easels had white canvases on them. The students entered the room. When the bell rang, the room door closed on its own.

The cloth over the blackboard fell. Five discomfiting paintings were pasted on it.

“Of the five paintings, one of them is painted by a killer. The other four are painted by the victims. You have thirty minutes to find the painting by the killer and mimic it on your canvas.”

A woman’s voice came from the taboo room, the art class 2104 next door.