Chapter 90 Dormitory Corridor and Cliff
"No, no, no, no!!!!"
"Restraint! Restraint!!"
If this continues, Lin Yi will really Afraid that his dream would be interrupted suddenly, he kept telling himself to calm down, or at least find a way to draw his attention away from this weird thinking!
But there was no way to do this kind of self-hypnosis suggestion, so he wanted to recite the traditional concentration formula silently - [I am Lin Yi, my student ID is...]
But he realized that this method of strengthening self-awareness might not only achieve results, but also allow him to escape from the current dream, so after careful consideration in a short period of time, he came up with a wonderful method.
"Beautiful legs in black stockings!"
He began to recall the beautiful legs in black stockings in his mind!
However, the problem reappeared. He lost the assistance of the H comic and experienced another day of weird experiences. It was simply unrealistic to just rely on fantasy. He needed to at least let the H comic stay in front of him for a while. This was simply not possible. It doesn’t fit in with today’s fast pace!
It can’t be substituted, it can’t be substituted at all!
But he didn't give up. He had a flash of inspiration, and a pair of white, slender, round and straight legs appeared in his mind like a magic weapon from heaven...
"Boss!"
In his mind As soon as this thought came to his mind, Lin Yi suddenly felt itchy on the part of his back that was in close contact with the boss's soles.
Good guy, my attention was instantly drawn away from those absurd thoughts!
He vigorously recalled the scene of the boss sitting by the pool wearing a swimsuit and kicking the water with the soles of his feet, and the scene when he was wrapped in a bath towel and used Leo Kick to pass by...
After going back and forth, he suddenly felt that the world around him was no longer distorted, and any illusions such as cracks had completely disappeared.
"Sure enough, bare legs and jade feet are the eternal truth..."
Rao is deeply trapped in the Black Silk Royal Sister Cult and the White Silk Loli Cult and doesn’t know what to choose. Lin Yi had to admit the power of the bare-legged and jade-footed cult at this moment.
The power of faith, when it comes to this, is truly terrifying!
After regaining his sanity, Lin Yi ignored Mao Feiyang, who had begun to have mental problems, because he and Mao Feiyang were separated for more than a day, and he just dreamed about this scene.
Although this dream was so real that it surpassed his understanding of dreams.
He quickly observed his surroundings and discovered a problem.
There are no lights in the corridor.
He looked at the doors of some nearby dormitories and found that the cracks in the doors were also pitch black.
Based on the principle of turning off lights in the dormitory, he suddenly guessed that the time should be past midnight...
"In other words, the time when Maozi arrived at the dormitory building was between 0:00 and 6:00 on May 7th..."
"He...walked on the stairs for so long? From 19 Until now?"
Lin Yi narrowed his eyes.
He glanced at "himself".
Under the yellow sweater are a pair of thin, dark palms...
"Huh?!"
He suddenly realized a problem -
After lunch, he once lost himself while looking down at the moss, and then he appeared standing on the platform of the castle The illusion of painting.
In the vision, he was wearing a yellow sweater!
In other words...
"If I was 'incarnated' into Mao Zi's first field of view by accident at that time, then judging by the time... Mao Zi really arrived at the art building and started the so-called 'art journey'?"
"In other words..."
He looked at "his" hand, feeling the boundless fear rushing in his body, and was unable to put the hair flying at the moment and half a day later He was connected by painting in front of the castle.
At this moment, he felt "himself" slowly standing up holding the door of "2820".
But at this moment, a voice suddenly came from the door of dormitory No. 2820:
"Classmate, why haven't you returned to the dormitory yet? Do you want to come in and make do with it for a while?"
The sudden invitation made Mao Feiyang, who was already surrounded by fear, feel split in his heart and gallbladder. He staggered back, no I accidentally bumped into the door of "2819" on the opposite side.
"Classmate, do you want to enter our dormitory?"
A seductive hoarse voice sounded in dormitory No. 2819, as if the old man who bewitched Snow White to eat the poisonous apple witch.
Mao Feiyang's scalp was numb, and he walked away from dormitory No. 2819.
He hugged himself tightly and shivered in the corridor of the dark dormitory building. He didn't dare to make any sound at all, but his upper and lower jaws trembled uncontrollably, making a series of teeth clashing sounds. .
Lin Yi also looked away from the door of dormitory No. 2819, and looked at the door of dormitory No. 2820 as if he was seeing a ghost.
He suddenly thought that behind that door was not a dormitory at all, but the weird stalactite cave stone path.
But now, the stone passage of the stalactite cave rang with questions that should have been asked by the boarding students.
"Is there a dormitory behind the door now?" Lin Yi was sweating profusely and felt that the pressure suddenly rose.
[I went to look for the stairwell, and it was ridiculous. There was no stairwell at all! 】
Tian Bufan's words rang in his ears again, their sound was like thunder, deafening.
This deja vu scene in front of them is so familiar, it is just like they left the stairwell and entered the teacher's office, and then found that the stairwell had turned into a classroom when they came out!
Now, the stairwell has become a dormitory, and it seems to be a random dormitory.
In other words, last night, Mao Feiyang opened the door of dormitory "2820" and arrived at the dormitory building. When he closed the door, he cut off the connection with the stairwell, and the world behind the door resumed It became dormitory No. 2820.
"This...?!" Lin Yi's scalp was numb.
"This...what is going on?" Mao Feiyang shivered, "As promised...where is the art journey?"
His voice was trembling and weak. I felt a visceral emptiness.
Gradually, the dense white mist spread out from nowhere and gradually submerged Mao Feiyang's body.
Lin Yi knew that he could not change anything, but he still became anxious. Even though he "predicted the future" and knew that Mao Feiyang would eventually appear in the castle, the unknown process still made him feel frightened.
"Don't be afraid...Don't be afraid...I will meet the art teacher, I will meet the art teacher..." Mao Feiyang murmured to himself.
At this moment, the sound of the door lock turning suddenly sounded in the corridor shrouded in white mist.
"Click! Click! Click..."
The door lock of dormitory No. 2820 turned, and the door lock of dormitory No. 2819 also turned, and then 2818, 2817... nothing After a while, it seemed that all the door locks were turned, but no door was completely opened.
"哐! 哐哐哐!! 哐哐哐!!!"
A low roar sounded from inside the dormitory door, as if the person inside the door was incompetently furious because he couldn't open the door.
"哐哐哐!"
"哐哐哐!"
The people inside the door seemed to be crazy and rushed against the dormitory door, but the solid door Unmoved at all.
The huge movement frightened Mao Feiyang so much that his lips trembled and he dared not move, like a little boy who shivered when he heard the thunder on a rainy night.
Suddenly, in the dark corridor filled with mist, the sound of wind suddenly appeared for some reason...
The cold wind was extremely weak, like the cold wind in the cave, rolling the mist past. The arms with fluttering hair have the feeling of a ghost blowing out a lamp in the middle of the night.
The hair on Mao Feiyang's arm trembled suddenly, and soon he heard a "ticking" sound. There seemed to be some water droplets dripping from the ceiling of the corridor, falling and splashing around him. A little splash.
He suddenly felt that his pants were a little wet, so he subconsciously touched the ground.
His body suddenly stiffened.
His hand touched a puddle of water, no, a piece of water...
The floor where he was originally squatting had a water stain from unknown time.
There is a thin layer of water everywhere in the entire corridor. The water is not deep, not even as thick as a shoe sole, but there are slippery stones covered with moss attached to the water.
It is hard to imagine that this is the corridor of a dormitory building. In comparison, it is more like a stream near a village, or a certain step by the river embankment that is often flooded.
Mao Feiyang mustered up the courage to reach out and stir the mist, only to find that the world around him was completely white.
He touched the floor under him again, becoming increasingly confused about the world.
The fog seemed to have submerged the whole world. If Mao Feiyang's subconscious hadn't anchored himself in the corridor of the dormitory building, he wouldn't have known where he would have gone now.
"Where am I...?" But Mao Feiyang muttered to himself, and soon became suspicious of his location.
Mao Feiyang’s words fell into the ears of Lin Yi from the first-person perspective, and he was immediately frightened.
Lin Yi knew that if he did not understand clearly in an abnormal environment, the layer he was on would inevitably begin to fall, but of course Mao Feiyang did not know these things.
Having experienced three completely different environments in the stairwell, Mao Feiyang did not believe that the surrounding environment was normal at all.
The only thought that kept him going was that he would meet an art teacher and start an art journey.
"Art Journey", this is his last retreat.
Lin Yi touched the water stains under his body, touched the moss-covered stones, and then calmed down to observe the world submerged in the mist.
His mind was spinning rapidly, and the worlds that appeared in his visions flashed through his mind one after another, trying to find a world that "matched" this place.
But he couldn't match anything.
Under the fog is a deeper fog, and the only clue is the moss soaked in the water.
"Moss...?"
He squinted his eyes and felt the moss in the water through the fluttering hair.
The extremely clear touch was transmitted to Lin Yi along Mao Feiyang's palm.
For a moment, he actually had the illusion that Zhuang Zhou dreamed of a butterfly.
I wonder if Zhou Yu’s dream is Hu Dieyu or Hu Dieyu’s dream is Zhou Yu?
I am in the dream, how do I know it is my dream?
At this moment, he caught some other sounds from the wind...
"Wow...wow...wow..."
It is the sound of the wind dancing in the waves, the sound of the whistle whirling in the wind, and some kind of singing from the distant place...
< br>"It's...the ocean!"
[If you hear the sound of wind, waves, flutes, singing, etc. that reminds you of sounds related to the ocean, don't doubt that you heard it wrong. , please tell yourself with the firmest belief: 'This is a sleeping aid provided by the dormitory for students with insomnia', and don't think too much in this direction. ] Dormitory Rules 2 "Special Situation Edition" started in Lin Yi's mind in an extremely explosive way.
"Ocean, wind, fog, song...and moss!"
Various elements converged in Lin Yi's mind, gradually weaving a terrifying conjecture.
"Is this... that cliff?!"
He once had a hallucination in the dormitory corridor, and saw himself standing vertically on a steep cliff parallel to the sea. on the cliff face.
So... in terms of layers, the corridors of the dormitory building have a certain "fall" relationship with the layers of the world where the cliff is located?
If there is a critical point of drop between the two layers, then the core factor that depends on where they are is whether they anchor themselves on the positive side of the Y-axis or the negative side!
The mist began to show signs of floating along with the wind and other weird sounds. Nightmares seemed to come one after another. A kind of whimpering whisper that did not belong to the campus but belonged to another world seemed to float from the depths of the boundless sea of suffering.
In a daze, Lin Yi seemed to see a long and ancient period of ignorance in the dense fog.
On an isolated island deep in the sea, a group of strangely dressed primitive people wore skeleton masks with feathers on their heads, waving walking sticks made of bones, surrounding a huge bonfire, in the dark night There was some kind of strange dance with extremely uncoordinated body movements.
A kind of chilling prayer full of evil flavor that humans cannot pronounce accurately, floating around them like ghosts:
"IAvgruNnenavtKeogmrkejaGerforTapteSjelerfanTome"
No living thing's will can resist such a sound. Just some of the syllables in it are enough to make people shudder. Feeling their own insignificance and weakness, Mao Feiyang feels that his soul will be torn into pieces.
Pain, fear, cold, insignificance, death...
Countless negative emotions flowed from Mao Feiyang's body to Lin Yi's body, making him feel the same, and once again it was like experiencing it personally. He fell into this endless storm of pain...
Lin Yi grabbed "his" hair in pain. He wanted to cry out in pain, but it felt like there was something stuck in his throat. The cork couldn't make any sound. In the end, it could only make a "wuwuwu" sound, and even its face turned red to the color of pig liver.
In a trance, Lin Yi saw illusory shadows one after another in his distorted and blurred vision. He didn’t know if they were phantoms formed by the superimposition of lingering fog, or if some indescribable creatures really appeared... …
These shadows seemed like souls lost in the abyss and shadows.
(End of this chapter)