Chapter 104 The Night Watchman in the Storm

“Forget it…At least I know Old Lin’s situation, and let Old Lin know that I am still alive…”

“As long as Old Lin is fine… ..."

"Hey..."

"Old Lin, Old Lin...time is limited, you guys have to 'adapt' here early..."

Mao Feiyang glanced at the sky where swirling thunderclouds gathered. There were no cracks in the sky, and the previous cracks seemed like hallucinations.

He picked up the drawing paper and set up the easel again, but looking at the palette he threw away, the paint bucket kicked away, and the paint all over the floor, he couldn't help but rub his eyebrows with a headache.

“Did I fucking do all of this?”

“It must have been Lao Lin, right? It must have been him...he’s the only one who would do such trivial things.”

"Tsk...my head hurts, my head hurts..."

He sat down on the ground, holding his chin up and looking at the drawing paper, shaking his head and sighing helplessly.

"Please! It's all your fault, okay? I have to take the blame for this shit?!" Lin Yi, as Mao Feiyang's first-person perspective, showed Mao Feiyang's every move Looking back, now that I hear him blaming me, I can't help but get so angry that I jump to my feet.

But he suddenly realized a problem - when he heard what Mao Feiyang said to himself just now, Mao Feiyang didn't speak at all!

In other words, what he heard... was what Mao Feiyang was thinking?

"Rumble..."

A dull thunder sounded in the sky, and Mao Feiyang could vaguely feel the drops of water falling on his cheeks.

He subconsciously touched his face, and then realized that it was not sea water: "Raindrops...it seems to be raining?"

At this moment, he suddenly found a beam of light hitting On the spire behind his observation tower, he looked towards the location where the light beam originated, and then he saw another observation tower in a corner of the fog-shrouded castle that was extremely difficult to detect.

There was a person who was shining a beam of light on one observation tower after another like a night watchman at a harbor lighthouse, seeming to be issuing a warning and dismissing those art students like him who were sketching or doing other things.

Mao Feiyang turned around and found that Mu Daxian and the art student beside him had long disappeared. There were only two easels holding two pieces of paper with ugly paint balls on them, still shivering in the sea breeze...

"Ah this...?"

When he was speechless, Mu Daxian and the art student rushed out of the passage and put away the easel neatly.

"A heavy rain is coming, classmate Mao, the wind is blowing hard!" Mu Daxian helped Mao Feiyang pack up the shelves, and then went to pick up the palette and paint bucket not far away.

“It doesn’t matter if you run out of paint, but you need to pack your equipment!”

He explained while cleaning up, and the few people performed smooth and smooth operations, and finally returned to the passage before the storm came.

The moment the door closed, the thunder and the storm filled the dark sky like a spider web. After the first drop of rain splashed down like a water line, the rest of the heavy rain was like a thousand troops. They come in droves.

"Whoa--bang!"

"Whoa--bang..."

The ocean under the storm was churning with huge waves, like a furious beast, roaring and impacting the shore.

Dark clouds were covering the sky, and lightning flashed across the sky, accompanied by thunder, as if the whole sky was roaring.

The strong storm roared, twisting the trees and grass blades 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, intertwined with huge raindrops in the air, forming a blur of mist.

The sand grains in the storm are carried by the wind like sharp knives and hit people's faces hard, causing severe pain. The sea water became turbulent, rushing up, and hitting the coast with a huge noise.

Under this raging natural force, all life becomes insignificant.

The gloomy sky drowned out the last light, and the candlelight on the stone bridge was so small that only the last light spot remained. Only darkness and turbulent water filled the world.

Under such heavy rain, the spilled paint on the observation deck was quickly washed clean, and merged into streams of water, flowing down the mountain wall along the castle's drainage canal.

The corpses of smelly fish and rotten shrimps under the cliff were splashed by the heavy rain, and an even more disgusting smell surged in the mud, as if a feast of ghouls had been set off...

On stormy nights, the ocean becomes a wild realm of darkness, making all life feel hopeless, powerless, insignificant, and frightened.

......

From the windows above the clock tower, splashing rainwater flowed down like thin silver lines.

The window glass was rattled by the storm, as if it might be shattered at any time.

The chasing wind was full of sharp whistling sounds, passing through the gaps in the bell tower, bringing an icy chill.

The spiral staircase inside the bell tower kept rattling due to the vibrations of the storm, and the dim lights were swallowed up by the darkness amid the wind and rain.

The bell tower is filled with a damp and sad atmosphere. The ancient murals on the walls are soaked by rain and blurred. The glory of the past seems to have gradually dissipated in this storm.

Art students hurriedly avoided the bell tower area, shivering in the cold wind. There were expressions of horror and worry on their faces. There seemed to be a mysterious and tense connection between them and the bell tower, and tragedy could break out at any time.

However, even in the storm, the bell tower still stands tall. It seems to be the last glory in the castle, a symbol and testimony of the relics of the old era.

"Buzz..."

The bronze bell on the bell tower made a low buzzing sound in the violent storm. When the sound waves vibrated, an invisible realm was formed. A series of seemingly invisible ripples spread out like sharp blades, covering the entire castle...

On the cliff closest to the sea in the castle, the night watchman was in the storm, letting the heavy rain fall on his windbreaker. A layer of water splashed out, and the iron tower-like figure remained motionless.

He looked back at the bell tower, and then carried the ancient bronze lamp to the cliff.

The storm made his windbreaker rustle, and the heavy rain made his hair sloppy on his face, but his face was as resolute as a knife.

He slowly raised the ancient green lantern, and the orange-yellow light opened up a field in the wind and rain.

Under the cliff at his feet, countless twisted figures were raging like a swarm of insects. They climbed up desperately, as if they were trying to invade the area where the castle was located.

In front of the night watchman, in the blending of wind and rain, there seemed to be some kind of unknown creature with wings reflected. It was like the master of the insect swarm, surrounded by them and moving forward, like a worm. The iron cavalry will flatten and submerge this lonely castle.

Those swarm-like figures were screaming in pain as they climbed. The sound was mixed with the whine of the sea breeze and the beating of the heavy rain, as if it was in harmony with some ancient and cult music. The hymns resonate.

During the wind and rain, the strange sound rushed to the night watchman like a tsunami:

""IAvgruNnenavtKeogmrkejaGerforTapteSjelerfanTome!""

""IAvgruNnenavtKeogmrkejaGerforTapteSjelerfanTome!" teSjelerfanTome ..."

The night watchman's face was expressionless, but a cluster of red-gold flames seemed to be ignited in his eyes, which seemed to be more blazing than the brilliance of the sun.

His tight and slightly downward curved lips finally loosened. He spoke slowly, uttering syllables that had the same origin as that cry of pain, but his voice was low and thick, like the sound of a thousand-year-old bell, covering the tsunami and thunder, spanning endless time, and resounding throughout the world. This:

""Desomjagerlysetitkeblirtilsluttfantomer!""

"Boom--ka!!!"

Pure white thunder tore through the dark The sky passed by the bell tower.

The scene at this moment is exactly the same as the painting painted by Mao Feiyang, but there is no trace related to the night watchman on Mao Feiyang's painting.

......

In the passage of Art Classroom-IV, Mao Feiyang looked at the water stains on the glass window and the world outside the window that had almost changed. He couldn't help but be startled. Trance.

Looking at the paint washed away by the rain, feeling the gloomy cold air seeping in from the crack of the door, his hand slowly tightened the damaged paper on which he painted: "That's really Is it a 'virtual image'?"

The art student next to him couldn't help but be startled when he heard this. Just as he was about to speak, Mu Daxian stretched out his hand to hold him.

Mu Daxian glanced at Mao Feiyang and said in a deep voice: "Let's go back to the classroom first."

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

It’s just that this time the distance was a bit far, and he didn’t see anything except the glass window that was wet with water.

Lin Yi's eyes followed Mao Feiyang, but as he was walking in the passage, he suddenly felt a light and airy feeling under his feet, as if there were no stone bricks under his feet.

Lin Yi was startled and suddenly realized something: "Wait, this...?!"

At this moment, he felt that the space around him suddenly shattered like a mirror image, and he stepped on the air and fell into the crack.

"Whoosh, whoosh..."

The familiar sound of howling wind appeared in his ears again, and he also found that he was once again in the thick clouds. Accelerate your fall.

"Entered here again!"

Lin Yi quickly calmed down. He guessed that if the dream had a sequence, it would be his turn to enter Kuai Hongji or Wei Liang's dream next. Is the vision clear?

Sure enough, he soon felt a pushing sensation on his back, as if a comfortable hotbed was supporting his body.

His vision changed and gradually became clearer...

Then he found that he was lying on the bed.

"Bed?"

His first reaction was to be stunned for a moment, and then he couldn't help but muttered: "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? Old Lin, are you sleeping like a fool?"

Lin Yi was stunned and confused. For a few seconds, I realized that I had woken up.

He followed the sound and looked over, and at first glance he found Wei Liang lying on his fence, sticking out a huge face and looking at him with a fatherly smile.

The power outage time in the dormitory is 0:00~18:00, so the only light in the dormitory at this time comes from the sunlight outside the window, and when the sunlight refracts on Wei Liang's face, the one with a smile The yellow and white face suddenly gave me a sense of déjà vu like the grimace in a Hong Kong movie.

“Holy shit, you’re pretending to be a ghost so early in the morning to scare me?!”

He felt a chill and slapped Wei Liang over, pushing Wei Liang off the bed.

"Eh?! Eh eh eh eh..."

Wei Liang's center of gravity was unsteady and he suddenly fell off the bed.

The sound of the chair's "light clanking" and Wei Liang's "ouch" instantly merged into one.

Lin Yi quickly glanced at his watch.

6:28.

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

Although he experienced a very exciting journey in the dream, his spirit and body did not show the same fatigue as 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 for a long time, and his body could not help but make a series of crackling bones, as if it had undergone some kind of strange transformation.

He is better, but some people are not so good.

Wei Liang was lying on his back in the aisle between the beds, making a hissing sound in his mouth, and his body kept tickling once or twice, like a chrysalis.

Lin Yi looked past Wei Liang and towards the other roommates.

Tian Bufan was washing up in front of the sink. Wei Shan had just come out of the bathroom. Kuai Hongji stood beside Tian Bufan, adjusting his collar in the mirror, and then looked out the window.

"Have you all gotten up early?" Lin Yi asked in surprise.

“Seeing that you are sleeping soundly, I’ll let you sleep a little longer...Gulu, lulu...” Tian Bufan finished rinsing his mouth and washed his face, “I have to queue up to wash up anyway, so there’s no need to wait. Get up."

Tian Bufan stepped aside and wiped his face with a towel. Kuai Hongji behind him happened to take his place.

“Hey, hey, hey, it’s my turn, right?” Wei Liang called on the ground.

"The crickets are behind the dogs." Tian Bufan came to him and was about to step over.

"Damn it! A gentleman doesn't accept humiliation!" Wei Liang stood up from a crouch and avoided Tian Bufan's crotch humiliation.

Tian Bufan and Wei Liang came to Lin Yi's bedside, stretched out his hand and knocked on the bedside: "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 sense and I can’t refute it.”

Lin Yi got out of bed silently.

"So...what did you dream about?" Tian Bufan asked beside Lin Yi.

"Huh?" Lin Yi glanced at him suspiciously, "You know?"

"What?"

"It's nothing..." Lin Yi's eyes flashed After a trace of doubt, he shook his head and said, "I dreamed about Maozi. I will talk to you after I sort out my thoughts."

"Okay." Tian Bufan showed a hint of curiosity.

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

I rested for a day, but the symptoms didn’t get any better. It was so uncomfortable... If it was just a runny nose, it would be fine. The main reason was a runny nose and tears, and then there was the sound of wind and waves in my ears. I really want to I wrote it well, but as soon as I sat down, my whole head was buzzing, and I couldn't concentrate at all. The plot of this chapter of the Night Watch was written yesterday, and it took two days to write one chapter... It was too painful...

　

(End of this chapter)