Outside the mirror, Gao Ming stood behind Ji Zhe. Inside it, the dead Gao Ming stood behind Xia Yang.
"I know exactly what to do. Don't overstep." Gao Ming slowly raised his hand and lightly closed it around Ji Zhe's neck, his eyes fixed on the mirror.
The one-eyed Gao Ming in the mirror, his body covered in wounds, seized Xia Yang by the throat. A line of blood cut across his remaining eye, and his voice was chilling.
"I'm already dead. You're the one making the decisions." Ji Zhe's expression in the mirror slowly overlapped with Xia Yang's. "Killing everyone is what you want deep down. I've merely brought it all out. Don't you understand yet? I'm acting according to your wishes. I'm not guiding you—you're driving me."
The mirror reflected three people's souls and inner selves, showing the figures of Ji Zhe, Xia Yang, and Gao Ming at the same time.
"Stop right now." Gao Ming tightened his fingers, and Ji Zhe's neck began to twist.
Xia Yang wore a warm smile in the mirror, his hands still dancing wildly. The madman was painting Posthumous Photographs of every student in Class Thirteen!
"Why not live however you please? Why suppress yourself? You seem to be hiding your true feelings all the time." Xia Yang did not stop. He painted the defining features of each classmate's soul, reproducing the minds and wills of everyone in the classroom, including the students who had been replaced.
Such madness thoroughly unsettled Situ An's Rules. This was the Office Building, after all—the only building Situ An could control completely.
The Health Classroom's door would not open. Huge cracks began appearing in the walls around it, and something terrifying was moving inside them.
Screams came from the neighboring Infirmary. Blood vessels surfaced across the