Rules-related weird stories: 4016

The art student explained as he unfolded his easel, methodically placing the paper on it. Then, he took out a palette and squeezed out some dark-colored paints, slowly mixing them.

“When the art classroom is about to close, the teacher will shine a beam of light here from their watchtower. When you feel the light hitting you, immediately pack up and return to the classroom.”

Mao Feiyang looked enlightened. “Oh, oh, oh, so that's how it is!”

With the preparations complete, Mao Feiyang held the palette in one hand and a paintbrush in the other. Looking at the scene before him, he gradually became serious and silent.

From his perspective, he couldn't see the cliffs and precipices, only an ocean shrouded in darkness and thick fog.

The turbulent ocean's fierce waves surged, the darkness like a bottomless abyss. The crests of the waves were like the giant arms of ghosts, striking the rocky cliffs and emitting terrifying roars. The accompanying sea breeze climbed up the watchtower, shaking their minds.

Looking into the distance, the pitch-black sea surface steamed with a ghastly white mist. Layers upon layers of mist obscured the view, making it impossible to discern direction and distance.

In the deep ocean, the mist permeated like ink.

The dense fog rising from the sea surface was like silent specters suspended in the air, concealing endless terror and the unknown.

Ocean, fog, phantoms… Multiple elements intertwined to form a soul-stirring dark labyrinth. Everything seemed hazy and blurred, as if dark forces were quietly encroaching, unleashing endless horror and fear in this gloomy place.

Under this black curtain, time seemed to stand still, with only the wailing of the sea breeze piercing the silent night sky.

Outside the mist, everything was chaos, making it impossible to distinguish the ocean from the sky.

But as the line of sight widened and extended, the dim, high sky finally came into view.

The cloud-covered sky cast an eerie light. The black sun did not appear in Lin Yi's sight, as if it had disappeared.

Mist rose from the water, enveloping the sea and forming a hazy, gloomy scene.

The damp air was filled with a suffocating atmosphere, as if the dark arms were slowly devouring the world.

Above the sky, dark clouds coiled, as if a hurricane was swirling high, emitting a low roaring sound…

“Daytime thunder…,” Mu Daxian murmured, gazing into the depths of the sky, his brow furrowing slightly. “It seems we won't have much time for sketching today.”

“Yes,” the art student beside him nodded with a solemn expression. “It’s probably going to rain.”

“Rain…?” Mao Feiyang’s ears caught a sensitive word. “Abnormal weather? Should we go find shelter in advance?”

“Abnormal weather?” Mu Daxian shook his head helplessly. “There’s no need to deliberately avoid it.”

“You’ve only just become an art student, and there are many things you don’t know yet. Once you ‘adapt’ to our life as art students, and understand the true meaning of ‘abnormal weather,’ you’ll know why I say this.”

After Mu Daxian finished speaking, he took a deep breath, then looked at the world before him and said leisurely, “The depths of the ocean are one of the areas that humans have not yet fully explored and understood. In many cultures, it is regarded as a place connected to spirituality and mysterious power…”

“In many regions of the world, there is worship and reverence for the ocean. The ancients were in awe of the vastness and boundlessness of the ocean and the sky, and often sought inspiration, peace, and a connection with the universe by observing the ocean. This has a certain commonality with the pursuit of the extraordinary in mysticism and our artistic journey.”

“Artistic journey… ‘Extraordinary’?”

“Never mind, let's sketch,” Mu Daxian said no more, and began to draw on the paper.

Seeing this, Mao Feiyang also tried to move his brush on the paper.

But he didn't really have any artistic talent or painting skills, so he just simply looked at the scenery and made random strokes on the canvas.

However, as the sketching progressed, Mao Feiyang gradually entered a state of serenity, like an old monk in meditation.

The gentle sea breeze mixed with moisture blew against his face, but it didn't make him feel uncomfortable at all.

He suddenly frowned, as if he had heard some strange sound.

Throughout the whole process, he was like a sponge, constantly absorbing the white powdery particles floating in the air.

At a certain moment, the hand holding his brush suddenly moved, and then, with an extremely rough and freehand technique, he kept smearing the canvas, gradually forming a chaotic pattern.

Time quietly passed, and a kind of fanaticism began to flow in Mao Feiyang's eyes. He seemed to foresee a scene that excited him, but the brush in his hand continued to smear the chaotic pattern non-stop.

It was like something a child who doesn't know any better would make by grabbing a paintbrush and drawing circles, radiating a strong sense of chaos, but in Mao Feiyang's hands, this chaotic brushstroke seemed to be summoning some kind of low storm.

Or rather, did he foresee… a storm?

Mao Feiyang's emotions continued to fluctuate, and he devoted himself to his work.

Sometimes his brows were tightly furrowed as he paced around the canvas;

Sometimes he would run to the edge of the watchtower, look at the dim world where the sea and sky were indistinguishable, and then turn around to look at the ancient castle shrouded in mist;

Then he returned to the canvas, and as if he had seen something, he quickly smeared it. His paintbrush moved constantly between the palette and the canvas, and the outlines of some objects gradually emerged on the originally chaotic paper…

When he ran out of paint on the palette, he started pouring it from the paint cans. When he ran out of that, he continued to pour more.

After pouring it two or three times, he suddenly threw away the palette in frustration, and directly dipped his paintbrush into the paint can to color and mix, and then continued painting.

His mind seemed to be constantly on the edge of chaos and madness, but his work also began to exude a kind of wild and restless power and beauty.

He only focused on expressing his inner world, and his thinking seemed to have transcended traditional physical limitations.

When he was painting to his heart's content, he suddenly jumped up excitedly and kicked away the paint cans on the ground.

“Hahaha… hahaha…” Like a madman, he stepped out some crazy steps in the sea breeze.

His actions suddenly broke the original silence on the watchtower. Mu Daxian and the art student were disturbed by him and cast dissatisfied glances, but when they saw the content presented on his canvas, they were so shocked that they couldn't speak.

The two looked at each other and saw the horror in each other's eyes.

“Old Mu, he…”

“Shh! Don’t disturb him… Move away a little. Let’s go wait for him in the tunnel and don’t let the other students come out and disturb him!”

The two quickly exchanged information, and then carefully retreated to the passage.

Mao Feiyang was still immersed in the "artistic journey", and even Lin Yi was immersed in Mao Feiyang's world…

But Lin Yi was much calmer than Mao Feiyang. He could sense Mao Feiyang's chaotic and crazy state, and he could also clearly see the white powdery particles that fell like snowflakes from the air and then dissolved into Mao Feiyang's body.

He also saw the work on Mao Feiyang's drawing board…

It was a clock tower shrouded in a storm, with dazzling lightning tearing through half the sky.

Just then, he heard a wailing roar coming from the sea breeze, so he looked up at the sky and saw a storm gathering above, vaguely forming a vortex-like airflow, and a low rumble sounded like a heavy city gate being pushed open.

The scene presented in the sky was just like the chaotic tangle of lines that Mao Feiyang had previously left on the paper; it was as if he had foreseen this moment!

Suddenly, through Mao Feiyang's perspective, Lin Yi saw a crack in the depths of the vortex-like chaotic sea of clouds, and the scene presented in the crack seemed to be another kind of pure white spot of light.

When Lin Yi looked at the light spot, his vision suddenly experienced a strange sense of distortion, and the environment of sea breeze and fog suddenly moved away from him as if grasped by a pair of invisible hands, and his soul seemed to have experienced a journey…

When he came back to his senses, he found himself standing under a clear sky and white clouds, in front of a building that was so familiar that it could not be more familiar—the teaching building.

He returned to the front of the teaching building, staring at the moss under his feet…

Everything he had experienced before seemed like a dream.

"That's not right… I was dreaming in the first place!"

His mind and thoughts seemed to still be buffering, not "loading" immediately, but after a few breaths, he suddenly slapped his head:

"Wait! I know!"

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He was still relatively sensitive at this point in time, because if he remembered correctly, around 13:20 in the daytime, he returned to the teaching building from the cafeteria, muttering about the moss, and then a cloud happened to drift across the sky and blocked the sun, and he had a kind of illusion that he had traveled to Mao Feiyang's body.

That is to say, this kind of travel-like illusion is not his alone, but happened to Mao Feiyang at the same moment!

His "spirit" was switched with Mao Feiyang's at this moment?!

He looked up at the sky and saw that the sun, obscured by clouds above the clear sky, actually showed a strange dim luster, and around the sun, there was a circle of dark golden light.

"This sun…?!"

This sun looked extremely similar to the black sun in the layer where the art building was located!

But why could he see it at this moment?!

He immediately noticed that the clouds in the sky showed an illogical sense of undulation, and under that ripple, there seemed to be a shocking crack, and his sight passed through the crack and saw a castle built on a cliff!

A terrible storm gathered above the castle, as if to swallow the clock tower as well.

A huge bronze ancient clock hung at the top of the clock tower, enduring the baptism of sea breeze and fog.

The strong wind of the storm mixed with water mist constantly impacted the walls of the clock tower, making a rumbling sound.

The outer wall of the clock tower was slightly dilapidated due to the erosion of time, and the smooth and dark stone was wet from the wind and rain.

"Rumble—"

Thunder sounded, and the pure white Jingzhe tore through the dark night sky. He saw Mao Feiyang standing in front of a certain watchtower not far from the clock tower, facing him across the layers!

No!

The Mao Feiyang at that time was not Mao Feiyang, but… "Him" at 13:20 on May 7, X023!

In this dream, he, who was dreaming at some moment in the early morning of May 8, X023, came to Mao Feiyang's perspective, and then had a distorted time-space confrontation with him on May 7, X023!

An indescribable feeling instantly swept through Lin Yi's heart, and along with this sense of realization that "I only know I am me today", another scalp-numbing feeling also spread to his whole body like an electric shock.

At the same time, he suddenly discovered that at this moment on May 7, X023, "himself"'s skin actually showed a strange white texture, and the temperature of his body surface was frighteningly low, and the whole person was as cold as a stone.

No, not like a stone, but more like… a plaster statue.

"I…?!"

"That's what I looked like at that time?!"

Lin Yi's hairs stood on end, and only at this moment did he know that he had been so severely polluted without realizing it!

He once again thought of the boss's words—it's hard to imagine you being able to come to the gymnasium alive!

He was originally very puzzled, but now he knew—he now found it hard to imagine that he could have gone to the gymnasium alive with so much pollution!

He also remembered that he later walked on a non-existent road when he went to the gymnasium. Now it seems that everything has traces to follow, but he is not sure enough about the causal details of walking on this road.

But putting this aside, he remembered what happened when he was in the swimming area of the gymnasium.

"Swimming class!"

"The boss stepped on me into the swimming pool, and later I felt a lot more refreshed, but the boss's legs were stained with a piece of plaster-like substance…"

"Could it be that swimming class is a course that allows physical education students to purify and experience student pollution?"

In this way, it can explain what Wei Liang said about being held in the swimming pool by physical education students for an hour.

Obviously, it was to purify the pollution.

Just as he realized this, a distorted and collapsing picture suddenly appeared in front of his eyes, and when he came back to his senses, he found that his perspective had returned to Mao Feiyang in front of the art building.

The short interaction ended just like that.

At this moment, Mao Feiyang, due to the possession of "yesterday's self", knocked over the easel in a panic, and the painting was torn and fell onto the cold floor tiles.

The crack on the picture was very similar to the sky torn by lightning.

"Old Lin…" Mao Feiyang gasped violently, sweat beads densely covering his forehead.

But unlike Lin Yi's reaction at the time, the look of horror on Mao Feiyang's face only flashed for a moment and then recovered, and then a gleam appeared in his eyes…

He squinted his eyes, wondering what he was thinking.

He looked at the picture on the ground again and asked in confusion: "Huh… when did I draw this clock tower?"

Thank you to book friends "He is a Dim Star" and "泠歆兮哦" for the reward!!

I can't hold on today, I used a pack of tissues to blow my nose while coding, please take a leave of absence for the update at midnight tomorrow… buffer a bit and sort out the plot for the next day.

Although… I want to ask for a monthly ticket, there are still a few days left, I don't know if I can get 1000 monthly tickets this month, woo woo woo…