Horror Game Designer

The walls of the health classroom peeled. Everyone looked at the mirror with respect and fear. The rushing malice weaved around the western suit. Ji Jie in the mirror yanked off his tie. His eyes shone with arrogance like he was a New God. Bathed in the admiration of many, Ji Jie bit on his slender fingers that normally held pens. Red paint slid down his wrist.

“What is he doing?”

“Is he going to paint on the mirror?”

“Why is his reflection so much more handsome than him?”

Ji Jie didn’t need a paintbrush. His reflection reached towards the mirror. Blood lines appeared on the mirror. He was not painting, but the paintings fought to be painted by him. The blood lines arranged themselves into captivating drawings. First, there was the drawing of Ji Jie, and then there was the drawing of the health teacher behind Ji Jie. When the portrait of the health teacher was completed, the health teacher emitted the horrible smell of decay. Her limbs looked like they were about to fall off.

The man in the mirror put his fingers down. The blood lines became more complicated. Shadows overlapped the health teacher’s drawing to sketch out the souls that formed the health teacher’s consciousness. With each shadow Ji Jie painted, the stronger the stench that came from the health try. In the mirror, Ji Jie became more excited, like he had found a new toy. The ten fingers danced about. His eyes flowed with blood as he bit on the beautiful toy.

The health teacher released her hands in disbelief. She rapidly retreated. Her black hair was falling, and her body underneath her clothes was loosening. Her fair skin cracked, and her body was disintegrating.

The students of Class 13 observed everything. They thought they’d die in this class, but somehow, the health teacher appeared to be the first in line to die.

“Is Ji Jie’s reflection the ghost on his back?”

The mirror’s surface was decorated with more bloody drawings. The simple mirror world became a dark alleyway. Both sides of the passage were hung with portraits of the dead. The mad artist was immersed in art. Purity and depravity were separated by a mirror.

The health teacher was just the start. Ji Jie wanted to draw every student in the room. When he infiltrated the resentment room, he seemed to see something and decided to help Gao Ming create the paintings of the other 50 students.

“Brother Ma, why can’t I feel my legs anymore?” Fatty held the plastic bag. He suddenly realised he couldn’t stand up. There were blood capillaries moving in his leg.

“Was your breakfast poisoned?” Just as Ma Tao said that, he lost control of his fingers. His thermos fell to the ground. He looked at the robot cat thermos in disbelief. Then, he turned to Ji Jie in the mirror. More students were drawn to the mirror. Ji Jie in the mirror wanted to draw out every student in Class 13. It was unclear whether he wanted to kill all of them or keep their souls as his collection.

“Ji Jie! What are you doing?” Zuo Jun was really anxious. The health teacher was tormented and Ji Jie planned to sacrifice the whole class. Killing the entire Class 13 was something even the east city investigation centre hadn’t considered.

More students collapsed. Yuan Hui roared as he charged at Zuo Jun. “It has to be you! Zuo Jun, you want to kill all of us!”

“Don’t blame everything on me!” Zuo Jun was flustered as he swung a punch at Yuan Hui. If this fist had connected, the already injured Yuan Hui would not have survived.

“Zuo Jun, we believe you. Quick, get your people to stop!” Xi San took the punch. This former athlete could barely stand after taking the hit.

“I’ll say it again! This has nothing to do with me!” Zuo Jun glared at Ji Jie viciously. For some reason, Ji Jie’s reflection drew everyone but refused to draw him. “What a bastard!”

Zuo Jun’s physique and fighting skills were far above those of the other students. Plus, he had the trump card given by Situ An. Theoretically, he would be fine even in a Level 3 Anomaly. However, he felt very unsafe in Class 13.

It was easy to deal with crazy people like Yuan Hui, but the real problems were the others. Wang Jie and Du Bai silently approached him. They had something up their sleeves. Ding Yuan was also aiming at the back of Zuo Jun’s heart. There was also the silent Gao Ming.

Zuo Jun thought he could easily control Class 13 and force his classmates to cooperate, but this bunch of crazy people would do anything to stop him.

“Ji Jie! Stop!” Zuo Jun was familiar with the centre’s real goal. The centre was like the thieves who were trying to force the homeowner to give the safe key, but the homeowner decided to jump out the window instead.

Without wasting time on Xi San, Zuo Jun charged at Ji Jie. “Wake up!” He used the most direct method to shove Ji Jie away from the mirror.

“Zuo Jun! He’s trying to kill Ji Jie!” Someone shouted in the crowd. Everyone quickly mobilised to separate Ji Jie and Zuo Jun. Since Ji Jie was chosen by the scariest ghost, he was now the hope of many people. The crowd shuffled. More students were painted on the mirror. The class was so chaotic.

“Bai Xiao! Call for reinforcement! Inform the other investigators now!” Zuo Jun felt the killing intent. The hair stood on his arm. Everyone around him looked dangerous.

Bai Xiao, who stood to watch from a distance, touched his black band lightly. He was different from the other investigators. Situ An valued him, so he told him to join Class 13 to cooperate with Zuo Jun as a student. Bai Xiao thought that this would be an easy mission, but he soon changed his mind. Busy footsteps echoed outside the classroom. However, they couldn’t open the classroom door. Bai Xiao moved to the door alone and symbolically nudged it. He didn’t even check if it was locked. “I tried my best.”

When the situation was going out of control, Gao Ming silently moved to Ji Jie’s side and swiped back the death portrait.

“Don’t you wish to end this now?” Just as Gao Ming took back the portrait, Xia Yang’s voice appeared in his mind, “Everyone has their own stance and consideration. However, once we turn all of them into death portraits, then your voice is their voice. You will represent all of them. If you live, they all live.”

“A good suggestion, but neither you nor I can do that. The 51st student will not allow that to happen.” Gao Ming put away Xia Yang’s portrait. He turned to the mirror that would show him his soul.

Gao Ming, who was covered in injuries and lost one eye, appeared in the mirror. He stood behind Ji Jie, but this was just the beginning.

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