Reincarnation of the Strongest Sword God - Side Stories
Chaotic Sword God
Apocalypse Gacha
Necromancer: I Am A Disaster
Martial Cultivator
The Hero Turned Into A Potato And The World Fell To Ruin
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Loser System and Berserker Me
There's Absolutely No Problem With The Magic Cards I Made!
Nightmare Assault
Everlasting Immortal Firmament
Swear Fealty To Me, My Subjects!
Martial Cultivator
Chapter 541: The Storm Suddenly Arrives
Loser System and Berserker Me
Chapter 191: Lead the Way
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1018- Mother Wheel Space
Nightmare Assault
Chapter 159: Man
Horror Game Designer
Chapter 239: Mist
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1017- Ye Zhongming's idea
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Chapter 877: Destiny
I, The Dragon Overlord
Chapter 659 - Great Earthquake
Martial Cultivator
Chapter 540: Blank Paper Floating, as if Life Itself
Nightmare Assault
Chapter 158: Trade
There's Absolutely No Problem With The Magic Cards I Made!
Chapter - 182 Dekan's Ultimate Joy Card (Long Chapter)
Loser System and Berserker Me
Chapter 190: Patiently Holding Our Grounds
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1016- Real enemy
Horror Game Designer
Chapter 238: Gamer
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1015- Hunter's identity
Nightmare Assault
Chapter 157: Normal People
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Chapter 876: The Place of Dao Proving
Necromancer: I Am A Disaster
Chapter 277 - Waiting For You In The Center Of The Core Area
“A voice from the taboo zone? Is our teacher inside the taboo zone?” Class 13 had a new educational method. Their teacher gave them the homework from another room over. The art teacher didn’t mention any punishment for failing the homework, but everyone knew it wouldn’t be good.
The windows and doors of Room 2103 shut off. A clock hung above the blackboard. The number on the clock face was minuscule. The needles were crooked and moved in a strange manner.
“The doors aren’t locked, but they can’t be opened.” Xi San tried the doors. He held the pencil and paced around.
“That’s so annoying. Can you stop?” Du Bai wanted to splash the paint on Xi San.
“All five paintings look like a crazy person made them. How can we find the specific one?” Xi San ignored Du Bai and came to check on the others. In reality, most of the students were lost too. They didn’t dare to make guesses. In the past, they might fail if they guessed wrongly, but at this place, they might die.
“Gao Ming, which painting do you think was made by a crazy killer?” Liu Yi and Wang Jie were smart. They both came to Gao Ming.
There were two psychiatrists in class. Zuo Bo was mad. The other was Gao Ming. He was the class’ hope.
“All five paintings describe the same scenario of students sitting in class. For the first painting, the students are depicted using the simplest lines. The painter tried their best to reconstruct the original scene.
“For the second painting, the seconds were blackened by the painter. The brush strokes were so strong that they almost ruined the canvas. This is a sign of aggression. The painter should be someone aggressive. If he’s the killer, then it is a crime of passion. That doesn’t fit the definition of a crazed killer.
“The third painting is the most special. It is the only painting to use a lot of colours. The tables, chairs, blackboard and lights in the classroom were painted red. The students were drawn in black lines and then supplemented with red paint. This painting is visually impactful. Its presentation is more from the victim’s pe
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