Rules-related weird stories: 4016

As the black leather-aproned chef stepped from the darkness into the light, the bloodstains on the cleaver rapidly turned into ketchup, then quickly evaporated a small amount of green mist from the ketchup, before transforming into white, plaster-like flakes that peeled off the blade.

Wei Shan gradually narrowed his eyes, and on his face, which remained unchanged even under the oppressive force of the employee通道 (employee access), a hint of intense vigilance arose amidst the excitement and grimness.

He hunched over slightly, like a male lion with ruffled fur cornered and about to be attacked, radiating a strong sense of aggression.

Meanwhile, the sky-blue vapor rapidly gathered, swirling and roaring around him.

At this moment, "Yesterday's Lin Yi" observed Wei Shan gathering white powder particles in the distance, but he didn't know that Wei Shan was truly gathering this sky-blue vapor, which shared the same origin as the physical education students, while those white powder particles were merely the substance formed from the ketchup dripping from the black leather-aproned chef's cleaver... …

At this moment, a blue vortex seemed to appear around Wei Shan, and what followed was clearly visible to both "Yesterday's Lin Yi" and the current Lin Yi. Within this sky-blue vortex, two colors, blue and white, flowed, and as the colors alternated and flashed, a vague outline, like the Dharma appearance of a deity, enveloped Wei Shan.

But seeing more clearly than "Yesterday's self", Lin Yi, who was right beside Wei Shan at this moment, clearly saw an iron tower-like figure emerge from behind Wei Shan, like a towering mountain rising from the ground!

Security guard!

If this were in a xuanhuan novel, it could at least be said that Wei Shan had summoned a wisp of aura from the Ancient Security Guard Emperor at a crucial moment, triggering some kind of Dharma appearance illusory projection... …

But the current situation was obviously more complex, and looking at the shadow of the security guard floating behind Wei Shan, the black leather-aproned chef was also slightly stunned.

"Who are you?" the black leather-aproned chef asked with interest.

My name is Wei Shan, the reincarnation of the Ancient Security Guard Emperor. Lin Yi muttered in his heart, feeling that this level of awesomeness was befitting of Wei Shan's current imposing appearance.

But Wei Shan, who was usually impulsive and irritable, instead displayed a calmness that was completely different from his personality at this moment.

"Student."

As he spoke, Wei Shan came to the front of the trash can. He handed over his school uniform, slowly released his hand, and the school uniform fell into the trash can under the force of gravity.

At the moment when the school uniform fell, a ripple of water actually appeared in the trash can. Lin Yi was stunned for a moment, initially thinking that he was seeing things, but upon closer inspection, he discovered that this ripple was very strange, seemingly… not appearing on the same level as the trash can.

「Di ~ ~ ~ 」

Just like a drop of water falling onto a calm lake, the entire space began to fluctuate as a result. This ripple quickly spread out, and then Lin Yi discovered that the space was collapsing. Before he could react, the world before him shattered like a mirror, and he also fell into that thin cloud of mist.

「'Transition animation'? 」

Such a smooth transition made Lin Yi unable to distinguish whether he was dreaming or watching a cutscene CG... …

And the dreamlike ripple just now made Lin Yi curious whether it was just the fluctuation caused by the "transition animation", or… whether some kind of invisible fluctuation that was imperceptible to the naked eye really appeared when the clothes were thrown into the trash can.

He slowly collected his thoughts, and then his expression became solemn.

The scene he had just seen was obviously a detail that only Wei Shan's perspective would know.

The same thing, at this moment, became even more confusing because of the addition of Wei Shan's perspective.

It was like a fragmented puzzle that had received a new piece, but after fitting the new piece, even more bizarre and contradictory content appeared.

「Wei Shan can actually release that sky-blue vapor that only physical education students have. No wonder he can directly confront the imposters (non-human classmates)… 」

Many of Lin Yi's questions were answered as a result. Although Wei Shan was not a physical education student, he had sky-blue vapor. Who could tell the difference between him and a physical education student?

And the chef wearing a black leather apron and carrying a bloody cleaver made Lin Yi feel even more frightened.

Within all the known rules, there was not a single one that involved this chef wearing a black leather apron.

What did this mean?

A "unit" that was not within the description of the rules, walking out of that abyss-like passage, what did this mean?

Could it be that the heavy drumbeat coming from the depths of the passage was related to the black leather-aproned chef?

How many such chefs were there?!

The cafeteria, a place full of mysteries, had become a completely incomprehensible problem just because of the addition of a variable.

Just then, the thin cloud of mist disappeared again, and a sense of falling suddenly came. Lin Yi felt as if he had fallen from the clouds into a long spiral slide smeared with countless dazzling colors. Countless fragmented colors appeared before him, and within these colors, some fragmented images began to burst out… …

A scene of Wei Shan stepping on a green-aproned chef in the student cafeteria flashed by, followed by a few fragmented scenes of himself walking in the corridors of the teaching building, and walking on the cobblestone road... …

「Huh? 」Lin Yi was stunned for a moment. Why did he even see a long shot of himself?

Before he could think carefully, the fragmented colors suddenly completely shattered, and Lin Yi's vision suddenly dimmed. A blurred sense of camera began to appear before his eyes, like the out-of-focus first-person shooting technique used in movie shots to show the protagonist's blurred consciousness... …

Gradually, a hand appeared in Lin Yi's vision... …

This hand seemed to have picked up something, and the five fingers slowly opened... …

At this time, his field of vision gradually zoomed in. At a certain moment, the true appearance of the object in his palm was clearly displayed in the lens—a dirty, circular card, with a string of numbers on it... …

Through visual persistence, Lin Yi immediately "read" the string of numbers:

"「Month - X02305070323」… …"

"Wait? This is… the Russian art student number?!"

"That thing is a Russian student commemorative coin!!"

Lin Yi tried to take another look, but that scene quickly withered away like a smoke-stained yellow photo. After it completely withered, only the shattering light and shadow filled with light pollution remained before Lin Yi's eyes.

He felt that he was constantly falling in this tunnel. Whether he closed his eyes or not, he was dizzy from the impact of light pollution. Gradually, he actually had a sleepy feeling.

「That's really strange… I still want to sleep in a dream? 」

Lin Yi smiled self-deprecatingly, and then he didn't know whether he fell asleep or not. In a trance, he began to hear the sound of wind and rain intermittently.

「Whirr la la… whirr la la la—」

「Whoosh… whoosh… 」

The sound became louder and louder, like the sound of a storm hitting old glass windows on a stormy night.

Someone who didn't know would think that someone was shaking the doors and windows and shouting something in the thunderstorm... …

Suddenly, his spirit perked up, and he realized something, and his thoughts quickly returned to normal.

As the noise in his ears became clearer and louder, the fragmented light and shadow before Lin Yi's eyes also began to fade more and more.

Finally, a white light flashed quickly before his eyes, as if someone had pressed the shutter in front of him with an old-fashioned camera, and as the white light disappeared, he found himself in a spacious and gloomy lecture hall.

「The art building! 」Lin Yi's eyes lit up, and he took a half step back. He floated out of Mao Feiyang's body like a phantom soul.

Looking at Mao Feiyang in front of him, Lin Yi was a little excited.

Today's dream and yesterday's dream were actually connected!

「That's great! It seems that no details will be missed! 」

「Wait… this shouldn't be the emotion! 」

What's wrong with you being so excited? These are the perspectives that Maozi exchanged with his life. Shouldn't you be worried about his safety?

Lin Yi viciously despised himself in his heart, but he didn't know if he was influenced by Wei Liang's detached attitude. An evil villain popped out of his head, grinning and laughing: "Things have already happened, if you can't change the status quo, then explore it~ Hehehe!"

Lin Yi immediately sorted out his emotions, and then while observing the surrounding environment, he began to recall the scene when he "came here" last time, trying to synchronize the "plot" with his memory... …

He looked at it and soon found that the plot was not perfectly connected. The time when he left last time should have been at some point in the afternoon, around 14:00, but now the clock in this art classroom - IV showed the time was 16:50.

「Dinner time… 」

Lin Yi pondered for a moment. Judging from the perspective exchange, although the art building was located in the night for a long time, its time was synchronized with the campus. According to the cafeteria rules for meal times and the art student rules stipulating that "you must go to the cafeteria for a meal once within 24 hours", Maozi would definitely go to the campus.

「Damn… could it be that Maozi lost the student commemorative coin on this trip, and then went to the convenience store?! 」

Lin Yi's eyelids jumped fiercely. He, who was in the dream of May 9th at midnight, re-entered Maozi's plot at 17:00 on the afternoon of May 7th. Under the guidance of multiple clues, he was like a person who had received some spoilers in advance. He knew what dangers Maozi would encounter, and now… he would have the opportunity to re-experience Maozi's experience from the first-person perspective!

「The bell of 'Destruction Day'… 」

「The invasion of mist and imposters… 」

「The change of layers… 」

「Teacher's Rules · Emergency Response Plan B… 」

Lin Yi intertwined these clues together, and then found that a spider web emitting mist seemed to appear in the sky above the entire world. It shrouded everything and was approaching step by step. Just the tip of the iceberg that Lin Yi had discovered was already enough to make his hair stand on end.

"Judging by the timeline... if the crisis originated from that so-called Day of Destruction, then that means this 'incident' erupted from the art building layers on the afternoon of May 7th..."

"No, it's even possible that our enrollment day (May 6th) was the day the incident broke out..."

On May 6th at 17:45, the campus was already shrouded in abnormal weather, but Wei Liang had never encountered such an unusual phenomenon when he came last time.

Saying that the campus had problems on May 6th is really not without basis.

"What are you doing?"

Just then, Mao Feiyang's voice caught Lin Yi's attention.

Lin Yi was startled, thinking that Mao Feiyang was talking to himself, but he immediately realized that Mao Zi was still talking to Mu Daxian.

"Getting some equipment," Mu Daxian's voice came from the bookshelf in front.

Lin Yi looked in the direction of the voice and saw Mu Daxian's back. Mu Daxian was choosing a drawing board, but from time to time, there were some 'kacha, kacha' sounds of mechanical weapons.

Lin Yi's perspective kept zooming in as Mao Feiyang approached, and then he discovered that Mu Daxian was skillfully manipulating something. He didn't see what the thing looked like at first, but by the time he saw it, the outline of a drawing board had already appeared in Mu Daxian's hand.

Then, like folding an umbrella, Mu Daxian shook it, and those sharp parts that emitted a cold light all contracted uniformly, and finally, what appeared in his hand was a drawing board.

A simple drawing board, without any strange features.

"What kind of 'equipment' is this?" Mao Feiyang asked curiously.

Mu Daxian put the drawing board on his back and began to mix paints on the palette, explaining as he mixed:

"Just some things for self-defense. Boys must learn to protect themselves when they are out."

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"This is for you."

Mu Daxian threw a paintbrush covered in paint to Mao Feiyang.

"Ouch!" Mao Feiyang hurriedly caught the paintbrush, puzzled, "Still life? Shouldn't we go to dinner?"

"We are going, that's why we need to bring it," Mu Daxian said, "This is the only thing you can take out of the art classroom."

Mao Feiyang was stunned, then realized something, and said in surprise: "You, you plan to take this drawing board to dinner?"

Lin Yi also reacted. The art student rules said that art students could only take paintbrushes out of the classroom, but Mu Daxian was actually going to take the drawing board out.

But he knew that Mu Daxian did take the drawing board out, and this drawing board could also be modified into a super-sized cross giant weapon.

Using this thing to smash night-walking species, one hit and they don't make a sound.

Mu Daxian smiled: "Let me correct you, it's not that I'm going to dinner, it's that I'm accompanying you to dinner, as for this thing..."

Mu Daxian patted the drawing board.

"When you're like me, you can also take it out. Of course, you can also choose styles, crosses, beheading swords, katanas, greatswords... you can have whatever you like, and if you don't like any, you can make your own."

Mao Feiyang: "Ah? ? ?"

After Mu Daxian mixed the paints, he poured them all into a paint can, then put on the lid and threw the paint can into a cloth bag.

Next, he inserted a few paintbrushes into the pen holder, and then put the pen holder into the cloth bag as well.

Finally, he slung the entire cloth bag over his shoulder, then patted the cloth bag and smiled: "Okay, let's go, let's go to dinner."

Following Mu Daxian out of Art Classroom - IV, Lin Yi's perspective moved with Mao Feiyang again, but he soon realized that his perspective was different this time.

He tried it intentionally and found that he could indeed act independently from Mao Feiyang's first-person perspective.

It's just that his range of activity was also very limited, seemingly an area centered on Mao Feiyang. The farther away he was, the dimmer the vision became, and the more difficult it was to see the details.

He understood a little. This wasn't actually his "range of activity," but was inherently Mao Feiyang's "field of vision."

And his so-called "movement" was essentially the observation of various details in Mao Feiyang's field of vision.

When he wanted to observe something, he would magnify his observation of that part, and from a sensory point of view, it was like moving over there, but in reality, he still hadn't left Mao Feiyang much.

After leaving Art Classroom - IV, Mao Feiyang followed Mu Daxian and walked in the dim corridor.

The corridor was lined with mottled, ancient brown-yellow stone walls, and there was a candlestick with a lit candle every distance.

The candlelight was dim, moving without wind, and their shadows were cast on the stone walls, like a group of ghosts with bared teeth and claws.

Art students also walked by in the corridor from time to time, greeting Mu Daxian when they saw him, and Mu Daxian nodded in return.

But when the art students saw the drawing board and cloth bag on Mu Daxian's back, they couldn't help but flash a hint of surprise in their eyes.

"Old Mu, going to dinner?"

"Yes."

"Rare, rare..."

"Hehe."

Mao Feiyang listened to this conversation, and the look of doubt in his eyes became more and more intense.

Finally, as they were about to walk down the spiral staircase leading to the circular hall, Mao Feiyang couldn't help but ask: "That... Mu Daxian, don't you usually go to the cafeteria for dinner?"

Mu Daxian, who had just stepped down a few steps, paused and turned his head to say: "It's okay, when it's not necessary, I try not to go to that... place."

"But... doesn't the rule say that art students must go to the cafeteria for a meal within 24 hours?" Mao Feiyang asked puzzled.

Mu Daxian smiled: "Life is like driving, the rules are like instructions. When you have mastered everything, there is no need to stick to the rules."

Mao Feiyang was thoughtful and didn't ask anything else, but Lin Yi frowned.

It's not like that!

Driving is driving, rules are rules, it's not like you can mess around just because you've mastered the rules.

And these rules in the campus cannot be compared to driving at all. A car accident can be a minor scratch or a serious injury or death, but in the campus, once you violate the rules, it's like you're on a dead end.

Comparing campus life to driving is completely a fallacy!

Lin Yi became wary of Mu Daxian all of a sudden, and also sweated for Mao Feiyang.

Mu Daxian seemed to be intentionally leading the way for Mao Feiyang, but that road seemed to be... a road of no return!

But Mao Feiyang doesn't have a better choice right now. Mu Daxian is indeed very dangerous, but he is the kind of danger that is full of security. When it is safe, he is very dangerous, but when it is dangerous, Mu Daxian really exudes a strong sense of security.

Just like directly confronting the strange art teacher in the art classroom, and slapping down a strange art student.

Mao Feiyang didn't know Lin Yi's considerations. He only knew that in this "unfamiliar place," it was a very good thing to have a senior covering him.

They quickly walked out of the spiral staircase and came to the magnificent hall filled with candlesticks and chandeliers.

Looking at the road signs at the end of the steps, Mao Feiyang suddenly asked: "What do those road signs with crosses mean?"

Mu Daxian glanced at his gesture.

That was a wooden stake filled with directional signs. In addition to the few "Gallery ←", "Art Classroom →", "Sculpture Classroom →" and "Observation Deck ←", there were also "Altar" and "Observatory" marked with "×" in red paint, as well as several completely broken road signs that could not be seen any words.

And what Mao Feiyang was referring to were the "Altar" and "Observatory."

"The art building, after all, always has some strange things," Mu Daxian said without hesitation, "But this art building was built for too long, and some places have become damaged due to the long-term effects of harsh weather, coupled with poor repairs. The teachers have completely sealed off those areas considering safety issues."

"Never be curious about those places. Curiosity killed the cat."

"If you see someone adding arrows or any symbols with obvious guiding meaning to these road signs, tell me immediately or go to the observation deck to tell the teacher. Don't go there yourself because of curiosity."

"Uh... okay," Mao Feiyang was startled and quickly responded.

"This is not a 'warning', but an 'order', otherwise you will have nowhere to call for help if something goes wrong," Mu Daxian said half-jokingly.

"Then what is that?" Mao Feiyang pointed to the oak tree in the center of the hall that seemed to be frozen in eternal time and asked.

The huge oak tree looked dilapidated but seemed to be still growing. Its state was between life and death, as if it had suffered a devastating blow at some point, but was frozen there just before it died.

"That is the most precious work of art in this art building. No one knows its name. The school named it 'Living Towards Death' - a World Tree that cannot be distinguished between life and death."

"Some say it is the work of Alexandros, and others say it is the work of Phidias. At least it has the charm of both... But if you have to say it, its age should be traced back to the origin of the art building, or it needs to be even older than the era in which Alexandros and Phidias lived."

"Look at the surrounding murals, they are one, especially that mural... at least it is telling an epic, or describing some kind of ritual."

Mao Feiyang looked around, and saw that the arches and walls of the hall were decorated with exquisite murals, which were magnificent but also revealed a kind of indescribable cult feeling, as if they could lead people to think subconsciously.

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