Chapter 231 "Faceless"
The mirror and sink in the men's bathroom in the teaching building were on the corridor side, so Mao Feiyang saw himself in the mirror almost at that moment.
At this time, a strange and cool wave merged with the cold night wind. It appeared out of nowhere and the next moment it silently pushed through the entire campus like a ripple.
When this wave of waves pushed through the teaching building, it seemed like a pair of invisible and dexterous hands, quietly lifting the edge of Mao Feiyang's dark green hood.
The scale of time seemed to be infinitely magnified at this moment. The moment the brim of the hood blew slightly, Mao Feiyang's sight seemed to cross this dim distance and clearly saw himself in the mirror.
"Gudong!"
Mao Feiyang's heart seemed to skip a beat, and his pupils instantly enlarged into a white dot——
"This, this...?!"
Mao Feiyang's body was stiff, as if he was frozen in place. His eyes were staring straight ahead, his expression dull, as if he was experiencing an indescribable inner shock.
「Gulu...」
He swallowed, feeling the slight rolling of his Adam's apple, and he slowly calmed down...
He tried to touch his face with his stiff hands. At this moment, his His body was shaking uncontrollably, his face was pale, and beads of sweat oozed from his forehead, as if he had been struck by lightning.
He... didn't touch his lips! !
His hand moved slowly...
He couldn't even touch his nose!
You can't even touch it with your eyes! !
Eyebrows, ears, hair...
Can’t be touched! !
Still can’t touch it! !
Can’t even touch it! ! !
From his perspective, "self" in the mirror also replicates his movements, and the self in the mirror...has no face!
From the neck up, there is a bare duck egg-like ellipsoid!
No facial features, no hair!
Nothing! !
"Chaos Faceless"
"This...me?"
"I...?!" Mao Feiyang was shocked in his heart, "Is it because I have lost my 'identity'?! I am Mao Fei... No, wait! No way ! ”
At the critical moment, all of Mao Feiyang’s power turned into understanding. With the explosion of understanding, he vaguely realized that the key to the problem lay in his identity!
"I am not 'Mao Feiyang' now, and I cannot be 'Mao Feiyang'!"
"I have no identity...so...I have no face!"
"I have no face, and I can't have a face!!"
"I can't anchor back to myself. If I anchor back to myself, I will conflict with the pseudo-person!"
"Neither can I. Anchored into other appearances, because I am not someone else! I am just 'not myself' now, and cannot be someone else!"
"I am not 'me' now..."
" I am now...'faceless'!"
"'The Faceless Man'!"
When these storms of understanding arose in Mao Feiyang's heart, these voices also echoed in Lin Yi's heart like rolling thunder!
Mao Feiyang reached out and pulled down the brim of his hat, and withdrew his "eyes" from the mirror.
However, Mao Feiyang in the mirror slowly lowered his head as if a beat was slow.
"Xiao Mao! Why are you walking so slowly? Are you tired? Let me tell you, don't rest yet. It's not too late to rest when we return to the art building!" At this time, Mu Daxian's voice also sounded at the right time. It was hard to tell whether he was talking to the pseudo-human Mao Feiyang, or... he was deliberately reminding Mao Feiyang loudly.
In this case, he is absolutely unable to issue any directional commands to Mao Feiyang's body. He can only use "range decontrol". If he can solve it, he can solve it. If he can't... that is really a way. Neither.
Is it possible to guide Mao Feiyang in front of the smiling angel?
Wouldn’t it be a failure?
Fortunately, Mao Feiyang followed.
Mu Daxian secretly breathed a sigh of relief and decided to go back to the art building to hammer on the competition. He almost lost his temper at the critical moment.
However, Lin Yi's attention was not on Mao Feiyang. He was staring at the male guard's mirror——
The male guard... indeed there was a mirror, but that position didn't seem to be a mirror!
That seems to be... a glass window!
When he thought about this scene, the "mirror" really changed between light and shadow, gradually turning from a "mirror" into a piece of glass!
However, the "faceless hair flying" figure in the "mirror" did not disappear. It still stood there with its head lowered!
Under the dim moonlight, the faceless man with flying hair looked like a sculpture that had lost all vitality.
Gradually, it seemed to be stuck in a quagmire, its body slowly blending into the void below, and finally its face disappeared at the lower edge of the glass...
On the other side, Mu Daxian had already brought the dummy Mao Feiyang to the elevator.
"The time is just right..." Mu Daxian whispered, not knowing who he was talking to. He was full of flags when he spoke, "If you are lucky, there may be no need for an accident."
Lin Yi’s eyes suddenly lit up when he heard this sentence——
"The time is just right"
"Did I misunderstand that it was just past zero just now? That wave...could it be the wave of lights out in the dormitory building at 0 o'clock?"
"So Said, just now..."
The old man often said, don't look in the mirror at twelve o'clock at midnight...
And the hair was flying just now...
Hiss...
Why does it feel like an inexplicable, strange, evil folk custom?
Lin Yi couldn't help but shudder, feeling like there were goosebumps on his arms.
He looked away and saw Mu Daxian reaching out and pressing the "↑" button of the elevator.
「Ding!」
The elevator was already parked on the first floor, and as soon as the button was pressed, it immediately made a crisp response.
"哐——"
The elevator door opened like a shutter, as if a closed world had been opened.
However, the moment the elevator opened a gap, it seemed as if a power grid enveloped Mu Daxian, Mao Feiyang, and Lin Yi at the same time, causing their bodies to freeze severely. one time. The elevator door opened completely, and a spacious and bright empty elevator car appeared in front of them.
The elevator is normal and the lights are on.
However, the atmosphere was very wrong. Based on the "perception" of the art students, an invisible and strange cloud spread out from it like thousands of threads, entangled in them...
Mu Daxian took a deep breath, maintained his original breathing rhythm, and slowly entered the elevator car with the dummy Mao Feiyang...
Mao Feiyang gritted his teeth and followed suit.
"Xiao Mao, press the elevator and go back to the art building... you know what to do." Mu Daxian's voice suddenly became extremely magnetic, as if it had some kind of magic power, like a puppet master's ear. Whisper.
The dummy Fei Yang froze for a moment, his empty gaze fell on the button row, then he raised his arm stiffly, and then, as if there was some muscle memory, he opened the red glass cover above the button row and pressed Click the "↑" button.
The elevator shook slightly, and the elevator doors on both sides quickly came out and closed like a giant closing his mouth.
The moment the elevator closed, Mao Feiyang suddenly covered his chest and squatted down in discomfort.
He felt very stuffy and uncomfortable. His whole body seemed to be swallowed up by a giant thing, like an explorer stuck in a dilemma between a rock and a rock...
At the same time, as the elevator moved, When it started, the lights inside the car suddenly flickered.
At the moment when the lights flickered, Lin Yi saw the smiling angel standing at the door of the elevator.
The two smiling angels stood there silently, with their hands covering their faces but not covering their faces. The evil smiles at the corners of their mouths reached to their ears. Their eyes were fixed on the puppet. His hair was flying and his eyes were full of greed.
And in the four corners of the elevator car, as expected, there are four smiling angels facing the walls in the corners.
This situation is exactly the same as yesterday!
And this is the fundamental reason why Mu Daxian and the others trembled when the elevator opened the door!
Different from last time, this time, Mu Daxian braved the difficulties and went upstream, "held" the dummy Mao Feiyang, and entered the elevator with Mao Feiyang.
These four smiling angels all bowed forward, covering their faces with their hands, facing the corner of the elevator.
Mao Feiyang squatted on the ground and gasped hard. As his eyes drifted, he had the feeling that no matter which angle he looked at, there was a smiling angel poking at him with his butt.
He felt even more uncomfortable, feeling suffocated.
He also discovered that the folded feathers on the backs of these smiling angels squatting in the elevator were all covered with water droplets, and there was an unknown faint radiance floating on the whole.
Some of them were empty-handed, and some were carrying stone-carved hourglasses...
No matter what, the sand in the hourglass showed no sign of flowing, as if it had been condensed by time.
As the lights in the elevator flickered, the four laughing angels began to turn around stiffly, and then moved slowly.
The six Laughing Angels, plus Mu Daxian and the other three, almost filled the entire elevator with such passenger capacity. Some of the Laughing Angels even penetrated the pseudo-Mao Feiyang in a semi-illusory manner. The body resembles Obito, the masked man with the Sharingan.
The six smiling angels were entangled around the pseudo-human Mao Feiyang like a group of snakes, greedily sucking the extraordinary power in the pseudo-human Mao Feiyang.
Mu Daxian didn't dare to take a breath, and just stared at the floor sign of the elevator, as if he was silently counting the passage of time in his heart.
"I...I feel...so weak..." The pseudo-human Mao Feiyang didn't know why and made a hoarse voice.
Mu Daxian hurriedly gave it a hand so that it could fit more perfectly with the six smiling angels to prevent one from accidentally setting him on fire: "It's normal to faint in the elevator. Just keep holding on. We'll go back soon."
"Uh...Okay..." The pseudo-human Mao Feiyang nodded, but he didn't realize that his entire skin color had turned blue-gray and started to change. It's getting whiter and whiter...
When it nodded, there were some cracks on its neck, like the skin was cracked due to dehydration.
When Mu Daxian saw the crack, his heart skipped a beat and he couldn't help but said: "Fuck...it's really hard to fight tanks with millet and rifle...let alone 6 fucking tanks..."
< br>"I don't know how much longer I can hold on..."
"Hold on, Xiaomao!" he cheered.
"Okay, okay..." The pseudo-human Mao Feiyang nodded again, which suddenly intensified the spread of the cracks.
Mu Daxian's heart jumped directly to his throat: "Brother, as long as you know, stop fucking nodding, brother, don't..."
"Okay, I know, I know..." The pseudo-human Mao Feiyang nodded like a muscle memory as if he had no brains, and then only heard a "click", and it finally cut off its own head. ...
“Ouch, what a fool!” Mu Daxian cursed secretly, and quickly went to hold up the head. Unexpectedly, a smiling angel floated out like a ghost, which frightened Mu Daxian and hurried again. He retracted his hand.
The dummy's head with flying hair rolled down and hit Mao Feiyang's feet with a "hard" sound.
Mao Feiyang glanced at it subconsciously, and happened to be right in front of his "own face" that looked like a clay sculpture and wax figure.
For a moment, some strange knowledge seemed to pop up in front of him. In a trance, he actually had the illusion of being buried for himself...
He subconsciously touched his neck, and then he was horrified to find that the place where his hand touched seemed to have cracks...
"Oops...!"
Mao Feiyang's heart trembled suddenly.
Before he could react, he saw another smiling angel falling as lightly as catkins, like a diver leaning down after smelling the head...
This smiling angel is covered in a thin layer of water vapor, like a sculpture that has been beaten by wind and rain in a misplaced time and space. Its feathers are obviously like stone sculptures, but they give people a sticky feeling. It doesn’t feel like pulling a few.
With a face full of greed, it sucked the extraordinary power emanating from the somewhat broken head of the pseudo-human Mao Feiyang. It was strange and terrifying, as if it was chasing a soul and trying to kill it.
"I...I feel something is wrong...I seem...I can't feel my body..." The empty expression on the pseudo-human's hairy face finally changed slightly and began to show some... A look of horror.
Mu Daxian quickly used his feet to peel off its face to prevent it from seeing his "body" and causing cognitive distortions at the critical moment.
"Xiao Mao, you are just tired, don't worry, we will be there soon." Mu Daxian said quickly, "Do you still remember your identity information? Please read it silently!"
"Okay, okay...I am Mao Feiyang, my art student number is...X02305070323...I am Mao Feiyang, I..."
The head began to chant Mao Feiyang's identity information repeatedly, and at the same time, he suddenly woke up Mao Feiyang.
He suddenly clenched the student commemorative coin in his pocket, and thought fiercely in his heart: "Yes, I am - no, I am not! I am not yet!"
Mao Feiyang's spirit turned around rapidly, and at the moment when he almost anchored his identity, he forcibly turned around again.
The reason why he was able to do this was not only because of his quick stress response, but also because he saw the wings of the Laughing Angel, which seemed to be shaking...
I don’t know if it was. Illusion, at that moment, he seemed to feel... that he was glanced at by something.
Thanks to book friend "usjdnshhs" for the tip! !
(End of this chapter)