The change continued, but the black wave seemed to be completely quiet, and there was something unexpected about the scene.

The little figure with the knife seemed to be very uneasy and lonely, walked out of a room in this building, and then quietly walked in the corridor, as if to investigate, to be precise, like a thief with a weak heart.

The picture is now obscured by a pile of black, and it is a bit of a struggle to see what is happening in it.

The sprawling corridor stretches for a long time, and most of the images in this corridor are like this, and those pictures are changing, but there may be the person who painted them, and no one really knows what is painted in it.

The gaze deflects to the second floor, where the beginning begins with a picture.

A small figure stood at the head of a wall, and behind him was a very tall, distorted-looking figure, they seemed to be chasing, but it was clear that the little figure was a little faster.

Suddenly jumped off the wall, stood opposite, looked back at the tall figure that was chasing, the villain's expression was indifferent, and there was no fear of being chased.

The huge figure stood for a moment, but the wall seemed to block his progress, and seemed to have become a moat, a moat that he could not cross at all, and he looked at it with indignation, and wanted to rush through the wall, but it seemed to be stopped by some force.

After a while, the tall figure seemed to have been summoned by some kind of summons, glanced resentfully at the small figure on the other side of the wall, and then turned away, disappearing into the darkness.

The end of the first picture is the beginning of the second.

The small figure turned and walked into another empty playground.

Looking at the school building, dormitory building, and playground in the picture, those who don't know will think that the little figure has re-entered the previous school.

But behind him was darkness, and that darkness was blocking the other side of the wall.

However, judging from the buildings and the layout around them, this is the same school as before, different, but it doesn't seem to be any different.

There are small figures in the teaching building, and the whole school does not have the black wave that blocks the realization, and other than that, there seems to be no special change, the only thing that is special is the figure that seems to have jumped off the wall, and the people who were originally standing behind him with guns have disappeared.

The figure in the picture is changing, walking, he walked into the school building, the first time he walked in or the first time he walked in?

It doesn't matter anymore, it's the next changes that matter.

The picture turned again, that person had entered the teaching building, this teaching building was full of joyful atmosphere, the breath of students spread in every corner of the teaching building, students, teachers, classrooms, it was like an ordinary school.

If you listen closely, you can hear the sound of reading aloud coming from the screen.

The teachers are attentive to the lessons, the students are listening attentively, and it seems to be a paradise.

The figure who had broken into this place had reached the sixth floor, entered a dark classroom, and stared blankly at a wall in which there was a figure that did not resemble him, but no matter what he did, he would be perfectly composed.

It seems to be him, and it seems to be just a shadow.

A person who suddenly appeared, interrupted his movements, and then took him to another place, class?

Maybe that's the rest of his life.

It seems that he wants to be like everyone in that picture, obediently attend classes, study obediently, and become a part of this mass of water, not a drop of oil in it.

But oil is oil after all, and even if it falls into the water, it will not merge with the water, and they are not the same thing in the first place.

Harmony lasted for a second, or two, and a small figure suddenly broke into the harmony picture, broke in from the top of the school building, resolutely fell, and then turned into a pool of people on the steps of the teaching building.

The peace was broken in this instant, and the figure that had previously tumbled off the fence rushed down from the upper floor, pulling a man to see the puddle of people on the ground.

And the entire teaching building was also boiling at this moment, all the people were panicked, all the people were messing around, and then their mouths were wide open, their expressions were frightened and exaggerated, and an extremely panicked mood spread to every corner of the entire building in an instant.

The frightened expressions, the mouth-open, and the silent roars, magnified the exaggeration to an extreme in this picture.

It seems real, but it seems very unreal, but it seems to have happened.

The two figures who rushed downstairs, one fell to the ground, and the other rushed upstairs again, but what he didn't know was that the pool of people on the ground was slowly being swallowed up like a drop of water falling onto a sponge.

By the time the man returned downstairs again, the pool of people on the ground had disappeared, and only a few black marks remained on the ground.

At the same time, the exaggerated expression in the picture finally ended, and all the people returned to normal, the only abnormal thing was the small figure who rushed downstairs and went upstairs again, he became a special case in this space, a factor that seemed to be discordant.

The next picture becomes a fragment, one by one the figures are crooked, transformed, and strangely become humanoid objects lying down, leaning, with mutilated bodies, and then panic again and again, panic again and again, panic again and again.

All the people in this picture, in the tireless exaggeration, show their fear thoroughly, as if this is their cry, as if this is their only way to express their emotions.

Exaggerated, weird, and then somewhat contrived.

The only exception is the small figure, who seems to have become the only color here, running around every part of the building, walking past every figure who has carried out the exaggeration to the extreme, and then indifferently looking for something.

Another scene, this is the sixth-floor classroom where the figure used to stay, and he has come again, but this time he is not alone.

Another person stood face to face with him, and if he returned to the first floor and compared the second picture, it would be easy to find that the other figure was very similar to the figure that had broken out of the cocoon from that small figure before, so to speak, they were one person, a complete person.

It's just that the two appear in completely different places.

They were talking, and they seemed to be discussing, but they didn't seem very pleasant.

Another figure suddenly changed, the room became chaotic, countless black silk threads rushed out from every corner of the room, and then the ground rolled and became strange, the previous figure stood still, watching quietly, as if he had already understood all this.

It's just a frowning brow, and uneasy hands, telling the unrest in his heart.

The picture continues, but they don't know what they are discussing, but in the end it seems that some kind of harmonious agreement has been reached.

Another figure vanished, leaving only one figure in the classroom, and a figure in the wall, one and not the other.

The man was silent for a moment, and finally left from here, walking in another direction, and the teaching building behind him began to change again, as if experiencing some kind of reincarnation, one by one strange dead figures did not appear, and the harmony of time made this place turn back into a peaceful campus.

The man walked and came to a very desolate dormitory building, but the picture did not continue, there was no situation where the person entered the dormitory building, and when he reappeared, it was already a picture of leaving.

Leaving the desolate building, he turned and walked towards another place, where there was a wall, and there was another world.

This world seems to be the same, but it really seems to be another world.

Behind the wall was a black shadow, spreading without any edge, and the man rolled over the wall and plunged into the shadow, and the picture of the second floor ended.

There are no other figures and no other pictures, and it seems that the story has fallen into a node.

"Are you you?"

A faint voice sounded on the roof of the dormitory, as if telling a long-awaited story...