Strange Game Designer Chapter 161

Chapter 161 Gao Ming in the Mirror

The walls of the health classroom are peeling off, and all the students are looking at the mirror with awe.

The surging malice was worn on his body like a suit woven by the night. Ji Zhe in the mirror casually untied his tie. His eyes were arrogant, like a **** of the new era.

Jizhe seemed to have long been accustomed to the spotlight. He gently bit the slender finger that usually held the pen, and red paint dripped down his wrist.

“What is he doing?”

“He wants to paint on the mirror?”

“Why is he so handsome in the mirror with the same face?”

There is no need for a paintbrush. Ji Zhe in the mirror reaches out his hand to the mirror, and blood lines emerge in the mirror, as if he is not painting, but the painting is vying to appear in his hands.

Blood threads entangled, forming a lifelike pattern, first Jizhe himself, and then the health teacher behind Jizhe.

When the blood line traced the teacher's appearance, the teacher's body emitted a pungent rotten smell, and her limbs seemed to fall apart.

The person in the mirror lowered his finger, and the blood lines became more complicated. Each figure overlapped on the pattern of the health teacher, and all the will and soul that make up the health teacher seemed to be drawn.

Every time Ji Zhe drew a figure, the health teacher's body became more deadly and smelly. Ji Zhe in the mirror slowly became excited, as if he had discovered an interesting toy.

Hands of his fingers were flying, as if he was playing a rhapsody on the dim street. His eyes were filled with blood, and he was biting the beautiful doll crazily.

"ah!"

The health teacher let go of her hands in disbelief, and she stepped back. Her black hair was falling off, and the flesh and blood hidden under her clothes became loose.

The snow-white skin had cracks, and the stitched body was unable to support itself.

The students in Class 13 watched everything. They thought they would die in this class, but they did not expect that the first person to die tragically was probably the teacher in the class.

“Is the Jizhe in the mirror the ghost behind him?”

The mirror surface is decorated with blood paintings one after another, and the monotonous world in the mirror seems to have turned into a deep corridor, with self-portraits of the deceased hanging on both sides of the corridor.

The crazy painter is addicted to art. Inside and outside the mirror, one side is pure and the other side is muddy.

Teacher Health is just the beginning. Ji Zhe wants to draw every student in the classroom. He seems to have seen something when he invaded the House of Resentment, and decided to help Gao Ming create another 50 classmates.

“Brother Ma, why can't I feel my legs?” The fat man held the plastic bag. He suddenly found that he couldn't stand up, and there seemed to be blood lines swimming in his legs.

"Egg-filled pancakes are poisonous?" As soon as Ma Tao finished speaking, he lost control of his fingers and the thermos cup fell to the ground. He stared blankly at the Doraemon water bottle, and then saw the mirror in front of Ji Zhe.

More and more classmates are being drawn on the mirror. Ji Zhe in the mirror wants to draw all the classmates from Class 13. He doesn't know if he is planning to kill everyone or to collect their souls.

"Jizhe! What are you doing!" Zhuo Jun was really anxious. The health teacher was tortured to the point of death, and Jizhe seemed to be preparing a blood sacrifice for Class 13!

Killing the entire Thirteenth Division is something that even the Eastern District Investigation Bureau has never considered. As classmates continued to fall, Yuan Hui roared and rushed towards Zhuo Jun: "It must be you! Zhuo Jun! It's you who wants to kill us all!"

“Don't throw **** at me!” Zhuo Jun was so anxious that he punched Yuan Hui. If the fist hit, Yuan Hui, who was already injured, would definitely not be able to withstand it.

"Zhuo Jun, we believe you, let your people stop immediately!" Xishan blocked Zhuo Jun's punch forcefully. This former sportsman was tall and strong, but his arm was still numb from Zhuo Jun's punch.

"I'll say it again! This has nothing to do with me!" Zhuo Jun looked at Ji Zhe fiercely. The Jizhe in the mirror didn't know whether it was intentional or not. After so many people drew him, they just didn't draw him: "What a beast!"

Zhuo Jun's physical fitness and fighting skills are far superior to other students. He also has the trump card given by Situ An. It stands to reason that he will not be afraid even if he enters a third-level abnormal event, but he does not have any sense of security in Class 13.

It's easy to deal with an irrational person like Yuan Hui, but the key is the other guys.

Wang Jie and Du Bai approached quietly, as if there was something hidden in their sleeves. Director Ding Yuan also stared at Zhuo Jun's back, and Gao Ming remained silent.

Originally, Zhuo Jun thought he could easily control the overall situation of Class 13, using carrots and sticks to force the students to cooperate obediently, but this group of lunatics can really do anything.

"Ji Zhe! Stop!" Zhuo Jun knew the true purpose of the investigation bureau very well. They were like thieves who wanted to ask for the bank card password of the owner of the house. As a result, the owner of the house wanted to jump off the building without being able to stop him.

Stop talking nonsense to Xishan, Zhuo Jun rushed towards Ji Zhe at full speed: "Wake up!"

He adopted the most primitive method and knocked Jizhe away from the mirror.

“Zhuo Jun! You want to kill people and silence them!” Someone shouted in the crowd, and everyone wanted to separate Zhuo Jun and Jizhe regardless of fear. Because he was chosen by the most terrifying "ghost", Ji Zhe is now the hope of many people in his class.

The crowd surged, more and more students were reflected in the mirror, and the health classroom became extremely chaotic.

"Bai Xiao! Rescue! Notify other investigators immediately!" Zhuo Jun felt the murderous intention. The hairs on the back of his hands stood up. It was dangerous for anyone around him to look at him.

Bai Xiao, who was standing in the distance watching the excitement, symbolically touched the black ring. He was different from other investigators. Situ An admired him very much, so he was allowed to enter Class 13 as a student to cooperate with Zhuo Jun.

Originally, Bai Xiao thought that he would be in the same class as ordinary "students", which was completely a dimensionality reduction blow, but later he completely changed his mind.

There were chaotic footsteps in the corridor outside the classroom. There were many people, but they seemed unable to open the classroom door.

Bai Xiao stayed away from Zhuo Jun and walked to the door alone. He didn't care which way the door opened, and pushed it casually a few times: "I tried my best."

When the situation was out of control, Gao Ming quietly came to Ji Zhe's side and took back the photo.

"Don't you want to end it all once and for all?" As soon as Gao Ming got back his photos, Xia Yang's voice appeared in his mind: "Everyone has their own interests and positions, but when you make 50 of them photos, From then on, your voice is their voice, you represent them all, and your life means they all live."

"It's a very good proposal, but neither you nor I can do it. The 51st classmate will not allow such a thing to happen." Gao Ming held Xia Yang's photo, and he looked at the mirror that could reflect his soul.

　　A Gao Ming with wounds all over his body and one missing eye appeared in the mirror, standing behind Ji Zhe, and this was just the beginning.

(End of this chapter)

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