Rules-related weird stories: 4016

The Art Student Handbook mentions:

【If you encounter a sculpture while using the elevator, please discard your student ID badge before being attacked. After returning to the art building, report the loss to the art teacher in the art office between 0:00 and 6:00.】

Judging from the current situation, Mao Feiyang didn't have any "good opportunities" to lose his student ID badge along the way. The greatest possibility is that he actively discarded it because of this sudden situation.

But that's not right. If that's the case, how do you explain their appearance in the convenience store?

Could it be that they came back after going back?

The development of the situation seems more complicated than Lin Yi imagined.

As they walked, Mu Daxian suddenly stopped. He narrowed his eyes, sensed the surroundings, and his expression gradually became serious.

"What's wrong?"

"A big guy is coming..." Mu Daxian lowered his voice, "Damn, don't look down!"

He quickly pulled Mao Feiyang down, thinking that his reaction was really fast. Fortunately, he managed to pull him down this time.

"Uh... uh... uh..." Mao Feiyang shrank his neck. "A little bit uncontrollably... What's coming?"

"I have good news and bad news, which one do you want to hear?" Mu Daxian asked.

"Let's hear the good one first," Mao Feiyang said without thinking.

"The good news is that the big guy isn't an 'Angel', otherwise you'd be in danger."

"Uh... Aren't you in danger?"

"I can fucking run away, can you run away?"

"..."

"So... what's the bad news?" Mao Feiyang pouted.

"The bad news is... that thing is stronger than 'Angel'." Mu Daxian thought for a moment after speaking, and then added, "...Strong in every way."

"Ah, this..." Mao Feiyang rubbed his forehead and smiled bitterly, muttering "This fucking..." for a long time. "Aren't we in a life-or-death situation then?"

"Let me emphasize again, it's not 'we', but 'you'." Mu Daxian patted Mao Feiyang's shoulder. "Okay, okay, I know you're panicking, but don't panic yet. I came prepared!"

He patted the cloth bag containing the paintbrushes.

Mao Feiyang was so moved that tears were about to fall: "Wuwuwu, I finally understand why they call you Daxian (Great Immortal). At critical moments, I still have to rely on you, Daxian, wuwuwu..."

"So, don't worry." Mu Daxian comforted, "As long as it's not..."

"Ah, don't, don't, don't, there's no 'as long as', don't 'as long as' at all!" Mao Feiyang became anxious at this moment. "Brother, I'm begging you, don't fucking stick a flag on your ass at this time!"

Mao Feiyang thought to himself, 'Don't create a final flag that will kill both of us...'

Mu Daxian glanced at Mao Feiyang meaningfully: "I can't quite understand your thought process... If I say you understand, you almost died. If I say you don't understand, you're very clever at this time."

"Your instinctive reaction seems to always be faster than your brain, and your IQ and stress response also seem to be constantly fluctuating..."

Mao Feiyang: "..."

Mu Daxian said calmly: "But the advantage of this is that you can make some correct choices at critical moments, and the disadvantage is... you can easily invite pollution if you're not careful, just like just now."

Just after saying this, Mu Daxian suddenly tensed up. The whole person was like a threatened cat, and Mao Feiyang also suddenly frowned, as if sensing something: "Daxian..."

Mu Daxian slightly raised his hand, interrupting Mao Feiyang's words, and then narrowed his eyes to carefully sense the surroundings.

He slowly turned his gaze and soon discovered that the corridor lights on the 1st floor of Teaching Building B were flickering...

This flickering was very rhythmic, like a wave surging, and then the incandescent lamp flickered once. When the wave passed, the incandescent lamp lit up again.

"It seems that this thing directly landed in Building B..." Mu Daxian's expression was very serious. One hand reached into the cloth bag, like a detective touching a pistol, ready to shoot at any time.

"Is that the thing you just said that is more powerful than 'Angel'?" Mao Feiyang asked softly.

"Shh—" Mu Daxian made a gesture, his eyes moving left and right, as if listening to something. "That's right, but don't talk yet, let me observe."

Mao Feiyang quickly stopped talking, but even so, he couldn't help but want to take a closer look—if Mu Daxian hadn't held down his shoulder.

But Lin Yi was different. Lin Yi could see.

He poked half of his head out from the廊桥 (láng qiáo - corridor bridge) and cautiously looked down.

He saw that all the corridor lights on the 1st floor of Building B were flickering. This flickering was rhythmic, just like when the cafeteria lights were turned off.

「Rumbling...」

Deep in the sky, there was a low thunder, like a god wielding a giant axe to chisel the sea of clouds. However, the clouds were illuminated brightly, but not a single ray of light could penetrate the clouds and fall down.

Dense fog, like volcanic ash, surged from the depths of the mountains, like a tsunami about to engulf S City University in the dim world.

「Whirring —」

Gusts of forest wind rose from the green belt, and all the trees trembled rustlingly, as if even the vegetation felt fear.

In this extremely depressing atmosphere, the only light appeared...

A hazy ball of light slowly emerged from the green belt at a uniform speed, slowly and leisurely flying towards the teaching building...

The incandescent lights in the teaching building continued to dim in rapid flickering. Finally, as if the wire was pulled out, they went out one after another 「pop pop pop...」...

Soon, the classroom lights in Class 2 of Group B went out...

A point in time emerged in Lin Yi's mind—「22:47:31」.

Now it's 「May 7th, 22:47:31」!

This is also the time on Pan Jian's digital camera!

Even the time matched!

He looked at the ball of light... trying to find some traces.

The ball of light gradually approached... Then, Lin Yi saw some colorful, broken glass-like outlines from the ball of light at a glance.

「That is...?」

The existence in that ball of light turned out to be the 「concept-level sculpture」?

「'He' is the thing that Mu Daxian said is stronger than 'Angel' in all aspects?」

Lin Yi was a little surprised. He thought this was the 「Angel」 sculpture, but he didn't expect it to be even more powerful than the Angel sculpture!

「But... that's not right...」

「According to the timeline, the Night Watchman only rang the bell of Doomsday on May 7th, but this concept-level sculpture appeared in the teaching building on May 6th!」

In Lin Yi's logic, the Night Watchman must have first observed the gray fog invasion before starting the warning, and only after the warning would there be traces of the campus being invaded, right...

How can it be that I just saw a bugle call a hundred meters away with a telescope, and when I turned my head, I was already getting fucked in the ass?

The time and behavior logic don't make sense!

Could it be that the conceptual and sculptural information depth is deeper than the Gray Mist intrusion? By the time the Night Watchman saw the gun being fired, the bullet had already hit the campus?

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That's illogical!

Or… is this a "true logic" that he hadn't considered?

Lin Yi frowned. In fact, although the anomaly on campus was very strange, after his exploration and discussion with Tian Bufan, he had been able to simply determine some logic. But now, something suddenly appeared that jumped out of his problem-solving thinking.

Moreover, this thing is a key condition that runs through the entire set of questions. Solving the problem without it is wrong—but with it, you can't play at all. What the hell is he supposed to do?

He stared at the conceptual sculpture, thinking that now was a good time in the dream to get as many clues as possible. If not, he would have to replicate "His" traces in his mind so that he could use "My World" to deduce it next time.

So he stared intently at the conceptual sculpture, looking at "His" texture, feeling "His" fluctuations, trying to understand "His" existence…

Gradually, he felt as if his soul had left his body, floating towards the location of "Him"…

When his attention approached the conceptual sculpture, he seemed to see the most magnificent gem in the world. Even he, who had always been indifferent to gems, couldn't help but marvel at how there could be such tangents and cross-sections that transcended geometric structures in the world…

"He" seemed to gather all the brilliant colors that the human eye could capture, as well as those indescribable and unclear lights that the human eye could not capture.

When staring at "Him," Lin Yi seemed to see the most beautiful things in the world. He couldn't tell what it was, nor could he describe it in words, but he could only feel a kind of attraction that transcended everything, causing a strong, reckless desire to rush over—

All these emotions were beyond Lin Yi's own control. He seemed to become numb and infatuated, only wanting to get close to the conceptual sculpture, forgetting everything else…

Gradually, the scenery in Lin Yi's vision became less and less. The walls, pillars, teaching buildings… all disappeared bit by bit. His world began to have only simple lines left.

Like art students learning the most basic visual perspective, these lines pointed to the same endpoint.

In this extremely simple space, Lin Yi seemed to be led by an invisible hand, slowly floating towards that brilliant and colorful other shore.

On the other shore of glory, the conceptual sculpture was bathed in unknown brilliance, the dreamlike humanoid outline composed of glazed stones.

A kind of infatuated, morbid look gradually appeared on Lin Yi's face, as if illuminated by the fire of faith, every subtle expression of his muscles revealed the piety and yearning for the conceptual sculpture.

A kind of light that transcended rationality began to flicker in Lin Yi's eyes, a kind of gradually infatuated worship, which was frightening and terrifying.

Lin Yi's heartbeat and his breathing gradually synchronized with the fluctuations of the conceptual sculpture, every rhythm seemed to fit the fluctuations of the conceptual sculpture…

His lips moved slightly, as if trying to chant some kind of syllable…

At this moment, the conceptual sculpture seemed to become the only truth in Lin Yi's world, a beacon in his life, a destination on the other side of his soul.

This kind of worship, like a phoenix in a raging fire, burns the souls of believers and illuminates their way forward.

Under the brilliance of the conceptual sculpture, he seemed to find some kind of peace.

His expression became more and more calm, as if a believer who had finally come to the foot of the holy mountain after exhausting his entire life…

He was about to fall.

At this moment, the extremely simple lines in his surrounding world suddenly twisted. The surrounding light and shadow seemed to be crushed by an invisible force, all turning into a kind of messy but strangely ordered lines…

At this moment, a strong sense of vigilance erupted in Lin Yi's subconscious, but this vigilance was like the last moment of awakening when a numb person was dragged into a storm, and it was impossible for him to return.

Soon, another group of blind, foolish faith in the conceptual sculpture in his heart took the upper hand again, and began to lead him to throw himself into the already collapsing light and shadow…

Just when Lin Yi's world seemed to have only "Him" left, Mu Daxian's voice suddenly exploded in his ear: "Damn, Xiao Mao, are you looking at Him?"

Lin Yi's brain exploded with a "boom," and his whole person instantly withdrew from that kind of demonic, numb, and distracted state. He looked at Mu Daxian in shock, but found that Mu Daxian was not calling him, but shaking Mao Feiyang.

Mao Feiyang's eyes gradually regained their brilliance, but they were full of confusion and incomprehension: "I… I didn't look just now?"

"The 'perception' of art students is their eyes. You were just… attracted by Him!" Mu Daxian said solemnly, "As long as you are curious about His existence, He will open up information to you…"

"'Angels' have mercy on the world and will not reject anyone's desire to look up, but no one can bear the information flow from Him, let alone the thing below…"

"Your perception will push you towards Him, and His information flow will pollute you… like some kind of powerful cognitive toxin."

Speaking of this, Mu Daxian suddenly narrowed his eyes and said in a low voice: "Look me in the eye, Xiao Mao."

When he said this, his voice suddenly became gentle and magnetic, but it seemed to reveal a kind of unquestionable "command." Mao Feiyang was slightly stunned, and then subconsciously looked over.

He saw pure and cold golden light flowing between Mu Daxian's eyes, as if the most brilliant moon in a clear and cold night without clouds was hidden in his eyes.

Mao Feiyang had never seen this side of Mu Daxian, but in fact, he had only known Mu Daxian for less than 24 hours, so naturally there were many things he didn't know.

However, at this moment, both he and Lin Yi simultaneously came up with an adjective—an eternity in one glance.

But in the next moment, Mu Daxian slightly opened his lips and slowly uttered a sentence in a cold and powerful rhythm:

"De som jager lyset i tke blir til slutt fantomer".

Thanks to "Book Friend 20240326172134622" for the reward!!

PS: This chapter is always unsatisfactory, I feel like it's almost there, I've deleted and reduced it many times, the drafts are about to reach the sky, finally it's okay…