"Number One is very special. He's different from everyone else—he was the first student at this school." Zhou Tu's gaze swept over the other members of the Student Club. "In other words, he has a lot to do with why this school became what it is today."
"When you mentioned the Painter, I felt afraid for no reason. Just those two words were enough to make my heart race." Zhang Ju's body was almost completely stained red with blood. His face looked like melting wax, making him terrifying to look at.
"It's normal to be afraid. Before you became a Monster, you must have seen him. You're one of his works." Zhou Tu casually revealed another secret. "Everything you experienced after entering the door was arranged by the Painter. There was just a small mishap later."
"How do you know all this? Didn't you just say you didn't know anything about the Painter?"
"Because I'm just like you. To be precise, apart from the Painter himself, everyone else is his work!" Zhou Tu's words were full of deep fear. "You, me, Lin Sisi, Wang Yicheng, and every single person in this school—we're all the Painter's works. From the moment we entered the door, we've been living inside the Painter's Script."
"If what you're saying is true, then why did something unexpected happen to Zhang Ju?" Chen Ge didn't fully believe Zhou Tu. It wasn't that he suspected Zhou Tu of lying; it was just that there were things Zhou Tu didn't know either, like Zhang Ya's existence.
It was Zhang Ya who had devoured the Door Pusher from West City Private Academy. No matter what happened to the others, at least one of the fourteen paintings definitely wasn't the Painter's work.
"The Painter was careless. He never expected anyone to