Rules-related weird stories: 4016

“Forget it, forget it… At least I know Old Lin's situation, and Old Lin knows I'm still alive…”

“It's good as long as Old Lin is okay…”

“Sigh…”

“Old Lin, oh Old Lin… Time is limited, you have to ‘adapt’ quickly…”

Mao Feiyang glanced at the sky where vortex-like thunderclouds were gathering. The sky no longer had any cracks; the previous cracks seemed like illusions.

He picked up the drawing paper and set up the easel again, but looking at the palette he had thrown aside, the overturned paint bucket, and the paint splattered all over the ground, he couldn't help but rub his brow in a headache.

“All this… I did all this?”

“It should be Old Lin who did it, right? It must be him… He's the only one who would do such a messed up thing.”

“Tsk… Head hurts, head hurts…”

He plopped down on the ground, propped his chin on his hand, looked at the drawing paper, and sighed helplessly.

「Please! You're the one who did all this, okay? And you want me to take the blame for this?!」 As Mao Feiyang's first-person perspective, Lin Yi took in every action of Mao Feiyang. Now, hearing him shift the blame onto himself, he couldn't help but jump with anger.

But he suddenly realized a problem—when he heard Mao Feiyang's muttering just now, Mao Feiyang didn't open his mouth at all!

In other words, what he heard… was Mao Feiyang's inner thoughts?

「Rumble…」

「Rumble…」

A muffled thunder rumbled in the sky, and Mao Feiyang vaguely felt a few drops of water falling on his cheeks.

He subconsciously touched his face and then realized that it wasn't seawater: “Raindrops… Is it going to rain?”

Just then, he suddenly noticed a beam of light hitting the spire behind his observation deck. He looked towards the origin of the light and saw another observation tower in a barely noticeable, mist-shrouded corner of the castle.

Someone was shining a beam of light like a harbor lighthouse keeper, illuminating one observation deck after another, seemingly issuing a warning to send away the art students who were sketching or doing other things like him.

Mao Feiyang turned around and found that Mu Daxian and the art students beside him had disappeared, leaving only two easels holding two pieces of paper with ugly blobs of paint, still shivering in the sea breeze…

“Ah, this…?”

Just as he was speechless, Mu Daxian and the art student rushed out of the passage, neatly packing up their easels.

“A storm is coming, classmate Mao, every man for himself!” Mu Daxian helped Mao Feiyang pack up his easel and went to pick up the palette and paint bucket not far away.

“It doesn't matter if the paint is gone, but the equipment must be packed up!”

He explained as he packed. After a series of smooth operations, the group returned to the passage before the storm arrived.

The moment the door was closed, thunder and lightning filled the dim sky like a spider web. After the first raindrops splashed down like water lines, the remaining heavy rain came like a thousand horses galloping.

「Swish—Bang!」

「Swish—Bang!」

「Swish—Bang…」

The ocean under the storm surged with huge waves, like a raging beast, roaring and crashing towards the shore.

Black clouds covered the sky, and lightning flashed across the sky, accompanied by thunder, as if the entire sky was roaring.

The intense storm roared, twisting the trees and grass on the rocks around the castle.

Dense rain swept across the world, forming an endless curtain of water.

The waves crashed against the rocks, splashing water everywhere, intertwining with the large raindrops in the air, forming a blurred mist.

The sand in the storm, like sharp blades, ravaged with the force of the wind, hitting people's faces hard, causing intense pain. The sea became turbulent, surging upwards, crashing towards the coast with a loud roar.

Under this raging force of nature, all life became insignificant.

The gloomy sky drowned out the last rays of light. The candles on the stone bridge were so small that only the last specks of light remained. Only darkness and surging seawater filled the world.

Under such a heavy rain, the overturned paint on the observation deck was quickly washed clean, merging into streams of water and flowing down the mountainside along the castle's drainage ditches.

The corpses of rotten fish and shrimp under the cliff were splashed by the heavy rain, and an even more disgusting smell surged from the mud, as if a feast for ghouls had begun…

On a stormy night, the ocean became a chaotic realm in the darkness, making all life feel despair, helplessness, insignificance, and fear.

…

From the windows above the clock tower, splashing rain flowed down like thin silver threads.

The window glass was creaking in the storm, as if it could be shattered at any moment.

The chasing wind was full of sharp whistling sounds, passing through the gaps in the clock tower, bringing gusts of icy cold.

The spiral staircase inside the clock tower made a creaking sound due to the vibration of the storm, and the dim light was swallowed by the darkness intertwined with wind and rain.

The clock tower was filled with a damp and desolate atmosphere. The ancient murals on the walls were blurred by the rain, and the glory of the past seemed to gradually dissipate in this storm.

The art students hurriedly avoided the clock tower area, shivering in the cold wind. Their faces were filled with horror and worry, as if there was a mysterious and tense connection between them and the clock tower, and a tragedy could erupt at any time.

However, even in the storm, the clock tower still stood tall. It seemed to be the last ray of light in the castle, a symbol and witness of the relics of the old era.

「Buzz…」

「Buzz…」

「Buzz…」

The bronze bell on the clock tower emitted a low hum in the storm. The sound wave vibrations formed an invisible field. Seemingly non-existent ripples spread out like sharp blades, covering the entire castle…

On a cliff near the sea, the night watchman stood firm in the storm, letting the heavy rain splash a layer of water on his raincoat. His iron-tower-like figure remained motionless.

He glanced back at the clock tower, then carried the ancient bronze lamp to the edge of the cliff.

The storm blew his raincoat loudly, and the rain soaked his hair, making it hang messily on his face, but his face was as firm as if it had been carved with a knife.

He slowly raised the ancient bronze lamp, and the orange-yellow light opened up a field in the storm.

Below the cliff at his feet, countless twisted figures raged like a swarm of insects, desperately climbing upwards, as if to invade the area where the castle was located.

In front of the night watchman, in the fusion of wind and rain, a winged unknown creature seemed to be refracted, like the master of the swarm of insects, surrounded by them, advancing like an iron cavalry, about to flatten and submerge this lonely castle.

Those insect-like figures, while climbing, let out painful cries. The sound mixed with the wailing of the sea breeze and the sound of the heavy rain, as if resonating with some ancient and heretical music and hymns.

In the wind and rain, that strange sound surged towards the night watchman like a tsunami:

“「I AvgruNnen av tKe og mrke jaGer forTapte Sjeler fanTome!」”

“「I AvgruNnen av tKe og mrke jaGer forTapte Sjeler fanTome!」”

“「 I AvgruNnen av tKe og mrke jaGer forTapte Sjeler fanTome … … 」”

The Night Watchman was expressionless, but in his eyes, a cluster of crimson-gold flames seemed to ignite, as if even more intense than the sun's radiance.

His tightly pressed and subtly downturned lips finally parted.

He slowly opened his mouth, emitting syllables that shared the same origin as that agonizing scream, yet his voice was deep and heavy, like the sound of an ancient bell, overpowering the tsunami and thunder, traversing endless time, echoing here:

“「 De som jager lyset i tke blir til slutt fantomer! 」”

「 Boom—Crack!!! 」

Pure white lightning tore through the pitch-black sky, streaking past the side of the clock tower.

The scene at this moment was exactly the same as the painting Mao Feiyang had created, except that Mao Feiyang's painting did not feature any traces related to the Night Watchman.

… …

In the corridor of Art Studio - IV, Mao Feiyang stared at the water stains on the glass window, watching the world outside the window that had almost completely changed, and couldn't help but be lost in thought.

Looking at the paint washed away by the rain, feeling the eerie chill seeping in through the crack in the door, his hand slowly clenched the piece of damaged drawing paper: “Is that really a 'virtual image'? ”

The art student beside him was taken aback upon hearing this, and was about to speak when Mu Daxian, who was next to him, reached out and pulled him back.

Mu Daxian glanced at Mao Feiyang and said in a deep voice, “Let's go, let's go back to the classroom first.”

Mao Feiyang slowly withdrew his gaze and followed Mu Daxian's steps, but after only a few steps, he couldn't help but look back at the world outside.

Only this time, the distance was a bit far, and he didn't see anything except the glass window that was wet with water.

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Lin Yi's gaze also followed Mao Feiyang, but as he walked in the corridor, he suddenly felt a light and airy sensation under his feet, as if there were no stone bricks beneath him.

Lin Yi was suddenly shocked and suddenly realized something: 「Wait, this…?! 」

At this instant, he felt the surrounding space suddenly shatter like a mirror image, and he stepped into the air, falling into the crack.

「 Whoosh… 」

That familiar whistling sound reappeared in his ears, and he also found that he had once again appeared in that thick cloud layer, and was accelerating downward.

「 I've entered here again! 」

Lin Yi quickly calmed down, he guessed that if the dreams had an order, then next it would be his turn to enter the perspective of Kuai Hongji or Wei Liang, right?

Sure enough, he soon felt a sense of being pushed from behind, as if a comfortable warm bed was supporting his body.

His vision changed and gradually became clear…

Then he found that he was lying on a bed.

「 Bed? 」

His first reaction was to be stunned for a moment, and then he couldn't help but mutter: “Why is there a bed? ”

But as soon as he finished speaking, a familiar voice came from beside him: “Why shouldn't there be a bed? Lao Lin, are you still asleep? ”

Lin Yi was even more stunned, dumbfounded for a few seconds, before he realized that he had woken up.

He then looked over in the direction of the voice, and as soon as he looked, he found Wei Liang趴 on his railing, sticking out a huge, forcing face, looking at him with a kind father's smile.

The dormitory's power outage time is from 0:00 to 18:00, so at this time, the only light in the dormitory comes from the sunlight outside the window, and when the sunlight refracts on Wei Liang's face, that smiling, yellow and white face suddenly has a sense of Hong Kong movie ghost face.

“Damn, are you trying to scare me by pretending to be a ghost so early in the morning?! ”

He felt a chill and slapped Wei Liang away from the bed.

“Eh?! Eh eh eh eh… ”

Wei Liang lost his balance and fell off the bed all at once.

The sound of the chair 「lightly clanging」 and Wei Liang's "Ouch" instantly blended together.

Lin Yi quickly glanced at his watch.

6:28.

Then he cautiously checked the time on the pendulum clock on the wall and found that it was also 6:28.

Despite experiencing a very exciting journey in his dream, his spirit and body did not show the exhaustion as if he had experienced that journey.

On the contrary, at this moment, he was refreshed, his thoughts were clear, and his whole person couldn't be better.

“Ha—”

He stretched himself lazily, and a series of crackling sounds of bones bursting came from his body, as if he had undergone some kind of strange transformation.

He was fine, but someone else wasn't so good.

Wei Liang was lying on his back on the aisle between the beds, hissing and moaning in his mouth, his body constantly wriggling a couple of times, like a wriggler.

Lin Yi's gaze passed over Wei Liang and looked at his other roommates.

Tian Bufan was washing up in front of the washstand, Wei Shan had just come out of the bathroom, and Kuai Hongji was standing next to Tian Bufan, tidying his collar while looking in the mirror, and then looked out the window.

“You guys are all up so early? ” Lin Yi asked in surprise.

“Seeing that you were sleeping soundly, we let you sleep a little longer… glug glug glug… ” Tian Bufan rinsed his mouth and washed his face, “Anyway, we have to queue up to wash up, there's no need for everyone to get up all at once.”

Tian Bufan stepped aside and went to the side to wipe his face with a towel, and Kuai Hongji behind him happened to take his place.

“Hey hey hey, it should be my turn, right? ” Wei Liang shouted on the ground.

“Wrigglers line up behind dogs.” Tian Bufan came to his side and was about to step over him.

“Damn! A gentleman does not accept food given in contempt!” Wei Liang squatted down and stood up smartly, avoiding Tian Bufan's crotch-licking humiliation.

Tian Bufan ignored Wei Liang, came to Lin Yi's bed, and reached out to knock on the side of the bed: “Get up.”

“Please, I'm already awake.” Lin Yi said speechlessly.

“So I'm asking you to get up, not to wake you up.”

“…What you said makes so much sense that I can't refute it.”

Lin Yi silently got out of bed.

“So…what did you dream about? ” Tian Bufan asked next to Lin Yi.

“Huh? ” Lin Yi looked at him suspiciously, “You know? ”

“What? ”

“Never mind…” A hint of doubt flashed in Lin Yi's eyes, then he shook his head, “I dreamed about Maozi, I'll sort out my thoughts and tell you later.”

“Okay.” Tian Bufan showed a hint of curiosity.

Lin Yi was the last one in the dormitory to get out of bed, and by the time he changed his clothes and washed up, it was almost 6:45.

After resting for a day, there was no improvement in the symptoms, it's too uncomfortable… If it was just a runny nose, that would be fine, but mainly it's a runny nose and tears, and then there's always that sound of wind and waves in my ears, I really want to write well, but as soon as I sit down, my whole head is buzzing, I can't concentrate at all, this chapter of the Night Watchman's plot was ground out yesterday, two days to support a chapter… It's too painful…