"Hurry up, it's very dangerous inside the building. This is the safest way." Chen Ge was very experienced. He avoided rooms that might be dangerous and quickly climbed to the third floor.

Standing on the air conditioner outside, Chen Ge half-crouched outside the laboratory building, waiting for Zhou Tu who was struggling to climb up.

"All the secrets will soon be revealed. The key to unlock the door is on the way. When Zhou Tu enters the studio, everything will have an answer."

Zhou Tu must have been a very obedient child in the past, living within the rules set by teachers and parents and never stepping out of the rules. He was well protected from harm and of course, he also did not see some of the "scenery" that only bad kids could see.

When he climbed to the third floor, Zhou Tu's arms began to tremble. He didn't dare to look down, his face pale: "Teacher, are we there yet?"

"On the fourth floor." Holding the edge of the window frame with both hands, Chen Ge climbed to the outside of the oil painting room on the fourth floor and took a look inside through the gap between the partitions.

The painting studio that had experienced the abnormality before has returned to normal, but the blood color on the paintings has become more vivid, as if they were all just painted and the paint has not dried yet.

The windowsill was too narrow, and it was already very dangerous for one person to stand there. Chen Ge was also worried that Zhou Tu would suddenly go crazy when he saw those oil paintings, so after making sure it was safe, he signaled Zhou Tu to crawl to the room next to the oil painting room.

"You go up first, don't be afraid, I'm behind you."

The fourth floor was already very high, and the night wind was blowing against his body. Zhou Tu reluctantly nodded and climbed in the direction Chen Ge pointed.

After Zhou Tu entered the house, Chen Ge called all other club members to go in as well.

"One, two, three, four?"

In addition to Zhou Tu, four figures flashed into the fourth floor just now.

"One more?" Chen Ge finally entered the room. He frowned and looked around. The room was not big, and there were only a few members of the club inside. "Did you find anything unusual when you came in?"

"I didn't see anything obviously wrong, but I felt very uncomfortable when I approached this building. Now that I'm inside, the feeling is even stronger." As soon as Zhang Ju opened his mouth to speak, the scar on his face began to twist like a snake, and he seemed very uneasy.

Zhang Ju's coat was almost completely stained red with blood. He was only one step away from the man in red, which made him feel uneasy when he approached the building. This meant that there was probably more than one man in red hiding in the experimental building.

This place was more dangerous than Chen Ge had imagined. Coupled with the fact that there was an extra figure just now, he became even more cautious.

"After going to the oil painting studio, we have to leave regardless of whether Zhou Tu has regained his memory or not." Chen Ge gave a few instructions in advance, and only left the room after everyone agreed.

The corridor on the fourth floor had not changed much from the last time he came here. It was gloomy and depressing, as if it had not been used in many years.

"Zhou Tu, the art club you are looking for is on the fourth floor, and the scene you dreamed of is in the next room." Chen Ge smelled a faint stench as soon as he came to the corridor. He knew very well that at this moment, those upside-down monsters were roaming in the corridor.

I haven't attracted their attention yet, but the longer I delay, the greater the chance of being exposed.

Chang Gu might not show up this time, so he must make a quick decision.

"Stop looking around and hurry over there. Aren't you going to the Art Club? Push open that door and the memories in your dream will be awakened!" Chen Ge has already spent a lot of time in school. The longer he stays here, the less secure he feels. The appearance of Chang Gu gives him another hope of breaking the impasse.

"Is it here?" Zhou Tu walked out of the room and stopped at the door of the oil painting studio. He held the door handle but did not have the courage to push it open.

"What are you hesitating about? The answer you are looking for is behind the door! No matter what the result is, as long as you still want to regain your memory, don't hesitate! Push it open!" Chen Ge had lost his patience. The extra figure seemed to have disappeared, and the stench in the corridor became stronger and stronger. The uneasiness in his heart became stronger and stronger.

Zhou Tu is the last person in the society to regain his memory. He has seen how everyone else feels after their memories are regained and knows the pain, so he is facing the greatest pressure at this moment.

To live in a false fantasy or to continue with the painful memories, everyone will have different choices, and Zhou Tu is also struggling.

He gritted his teeth, his chest heaving, veins bulging on his arms, and finally he pushed the door open with force!

“Bang!”

Because too much force was used, the door panel and the wall hit each other, making a slight sound.

All the members of the Paranormal Research Society gathered at the door of the room, looking inside.

“This seems to be a very ordinary studio.”

"Although it looks bloody, there is no smell of blood in the room. The red color should all be oil paint."

"Were all these words and drawings drawn by students? Why did they draw these things?"

The club members were talking to each other, all of them were full of curiosity about the studio, only Chen Ge and Zhou Tu did not make any sound.

Chen Ge had been here once before, so he was able to remain calm, while Zhou Tu seemed to be so surprised that he forgot to speak.

"Don't stand there stupidly in the corridor. It will be bad if you are seen." Chen Ge motioned all the club members to go into the house, and he walked at the end.

"Teacher Bai..." Zhou Tu seemed to be awakened from a dream when he heard Chen Ge's voice. He pointed at the studio with an incredible look on his face: "This... is the scene in my dream."

"I know. I was very surprised when I heard you say that, so I agreed to it." Chen Ge had a smile on his face. He was like a big brother who could tolerate everything. "Go in and take a look. Look at your past and think about your original intention. No matter what choice you make, I hope you can remember one thing - we are not enemies."

Zhou Tu is likely to be the one wearing red clothes, so Chen Ge must make preparations for both scenarios to ensure that he is invincible.

When you enter the studio, you see blood red everywhere. The walls are red, the floor is red, the paintings are red, and even the stains that cannot be washed off are dark red.

This is a red world, like hell on earth, yet full of elegant taste.

Zhou Tu stared blankly at the thirteen easels in the middle of the studio. His eyes swept over the easels one by one and finally stopped on the fourth easel.

"I must have been to this studio before. I am very familiar with this road."

Zhou Tu walked slowly to the fourth easel, and his body froze completely when he saw the painting on the easel.

"Zhou Tu?"

No matter how others shouted at him, he did not respond. A hint of blood red appeared in the depths of his eyes, and his soul seemed to be sucked into the oil painting.

“I saw it. The me in this painting is crying to me.”