Chapter 38 "Hypothesis..."
"Perhaps there is no principle at all?"
He smacked his lips and held the pen for a long time. After much hesitation, he still didn't finish the sentence that felt very weird just by looking at it [Ketchup is plaster. 】Write it in the notebook.
After writing this article, Lin Yi squinted his eyes and thought about it again and again, and then put down the pen after confirming that it was almost done.
Then, he reached into his trouser pocket and touched it.
He grabbed two pieces of paper. The things recorded on these two pieces of paper were slightly longer, but they were essentially similar to sticky notes.
One of the two pieces of paper is folded very well, and the other is also folded very well, but there is a little wrinkle.
Lin Yi flipped through it briefly to give himself an impression.
He looked at the content of the second item at the top of the first piece of paper, thoughtfully.
【The head teacher seems to have a problem, but he can't tell what the problem is.
Be careful with the head teacher, her eyes will turn yellow. 】
He remembered that the head teacher had come into contact with food containing ketchup. Regardless of whether he had eaten it or not, at least he had been exposed to it.
"Golden eyes, golden eyes... Tsk!"
"Will your eyes turn golden after eating food containing ketchup?"
“What…is this principle?” Thinking of this, he shook his head. Tomato sauce will turn into plaster under the sun. This is very outrageous in itself. Instead of thinking about the principle, it is better to accept this concept.
"Speaking of which... I actually accepted the concept of 'ketchup will turn into plaster' without even realizing it?!"
Lin Yi shuddered when he thought of this.
About accepting the concept of "ketchup will turn into plaster", the moment he thought of it, a terrible inspiration flashed through his mind like thunder tearing through the night sky.
This inspiration is related to "cognition", but it is very vague to him.
This inspiration was fleeting, and he couldn't catch it even if he wanted to!
He scratched his head in distress, then held his chin up, holding a pen in his other hand and tapping the paper rhythmically.
He glanced at another wrinkled piece of paper, thoughtfully.
This piece of paper was something he had taken out from the class teacher's office before. The paper was filled with the same sentence written in different styles: [I am the class teacher].
He opened the paper, smoothed it, and put them together.
His eyes moved back and forth between the two pages of paper.
There is now a third clue in his mind - there is food containing tomato elements in the trash can in the head teacher's office, which is suspected to be tomato bolognese pasta.
If you put these three clues together, can you find something useful?
Golden eyes, pasta with tomato meat sauce, [I am the head teacher]...
"'I am the head teacher', 'I am the head teacher', 'I am the head teacher'..."
He muttered this sentence repeatedly.
Wei Liang noticed him and couldn't help but elbow him, and couldn't help but said: "Old Lin, what are you talking about? What are you, the class teacher? You must not be confused, aren't you a student?"
Lin Yi's train of thought was interrupted for a moment. , he looked at Wei Liang and said: "Oh, I know I'm a student. Wasn't I thinking about a problem just now?"
"Wait...!!"
"I'm a student? I'm a student..."
"I... am a student!"
Lin Yi suddenly thought of something and muttered word by word - "I am a student."
His eyes fell on [I am the class teacher].
"'I am a student'..." These are the words of a student.
"'I am the head teacher'..." These are the words of the head teacher.
Thinking from this perspective, Lin Yi instantly felt like he was seeing the blue sky through the clouds.
"Hey, hey, hey, Lao Lin, are you really okay?" Wei Liang looked at him worriedly. From just now to now, Lin Yi has been acting strangely.
Lin Yi looked at him happily and said with a smile: "It's okay, it's okay! Thanks to you, I thought of something. Please rest first and wait for me to figure it out..."
After he finished speaking, he ignored Wei Liang and focused directly on the piece of paper that said "I am the head teacher".
There was one point that he had forgotten to consider.
The written notes on the paper are either neat, some are scrawled, and some are simply left with wild blue ink balls.
The student code states how to deal with certain special situations by telling yourself your name and student number in your mind. So does the class teacher also have the "Class Teacher Code"?
Furthermore, there is a certain emergency situation in the class teacher's code. When the class teacher encounters that situation, what if he needs to keep writing "[I am the class teacher]" on the paper?
"Is it a 'firm will', convinced that you are the 'head teacher'?" He murmured.
Like..."
"Just like when I went to the toilet last night, I only firmly believe that the front is Group B Class 1, and the front of Group B Class 1 is the toilet, so there is a toilet in front?"
"I firmly believe that I am the class teacher, so the class teacher is the class teacher?"
"And ketchup...will distort this will?"
Lin Yi thought of another thing.
When he got his student ID card, his class teacher told him that her student was the one with the "student ID card", and his class teacher was also the one with "Class Teacher-B2-039" on his chest.
"So possessing "documents" is the physical condition to determine one's identity, while "unwavering belief" is the psychological condition to determine one's identity?"
“And it seems that having ‘certificates’ alone is not enough, ‘will’ is also needed!”
"That's why the student code mentions that losing the student ID card is a very troublesome thing!"
"Similarly, if the class teacher loses his "identity" or loses his "confidence" in his identity... it will also be a very troublesome thing!"
Lin Yi narrowed his eyes and recalled the scene in the teacher's office.
The stopped pendulum clock...
The dim corner...
On the surface, the environment looks extremely tidy, but in fact, there are paper balls scattered between the sofa and the floor, and a drawer full of messy documents...
Lin Yi suddenly connected the office with the head teacher...
"Could the state of the teacher's office... reflect the state of her person?"
"There is no problem on the surface, but in fact it is chaotic?"
The kind of psychological confusion.
"Assuming that all the above conjectures are true...then the head teacher also needs to believe that she is the head teacher. So if the "will" of the head teacher is not enough, then what will happen to her..."
Lin Yi I thought of golden eyes, ketchup, the plaster-like substance on the podium, and...
"Stockings..."
"Huh?!" Wei Liang's ears twitched, "Stockings, what stockings?"
He seemed to have been hit by a sharp arrow, and suddenly woke up from his nap, and his sharp eyes like an eagle began to scan the surroundings.
Hence, he heard Lin Yi muttering: "The head teacher's stockings are torn. Is there any information here..."
Wei Liang's eyebrows under his peaked cap suddenly raised like Zeng Xian's.
He couldn't help but said: "A woman's stockings will definitely be changed if they are torn, unless she doesn't know that the stockings are torn... But according to my experience, the black silk stockings seem to be scratched."
Wei Liang's voice reached Lin Yi's ears, pulling his train of thought back a little.
"Abrasion?" He pondered.
Wei Liang nodded affirmatively: "The kind of very violent friction is not as simple as scratching it off with scissors or a knife, but it is like burning it with fire after a break."
hip "If it is an ordinary break, the thread will shrink to the gap, forming an oval area. But the head teacher's stockings have no thread, and it does not seem like an area has been cut off..."
Lin Yi looked at Wei Liang in surprise: "You have never touched the stockings on the legs, right? The legs wearing stockings? How come you have studied it so thoroughly?"
Old Wei Liang His face turned red: "You haven't eaten pork, haven't you seen pigs running? Is it possible that my 3 T postgraduate entrance examination materials are fake?"
Lin Yi suddenly sat up straight and looked in awe of Wei Liang.
“By the way, I sent you a magnetic link to the latest series, have you read it?” Wei Liang suddenly thought of this and couldn’t help but whisper.
Lin Yi's mouth twitched and said seriously: "Hey, I want to get down to business!"
"I'm talking about business!" Wei Liang pursued.
"I said stockings!"
"We have been talking about stockings?"
"I...I'm not talking about that..."
"I understand, I understand, I understand... I will help you get her contact information after the trial class is over. Although one is the teacher of the trial class and the other is a student of the trial class, it would be nice to have a wonderful plot after class..."
"Go away! Go fuck yourself!" Lin Yi held up his forehead, and the head teacher's long, round and straight black stockings appeared in his mind...
"That hole...it really didn't look like it was hooked or scratched...but it looked like he was running too fast and accidentally rubbed some kind of rough wall. The horns were then ground out..."
"But...does she need to run? Even if she ran, the skin on her legs seemed to have no traces of scratches..."
"Am I thinking in the wrong direction?"
He thought seriously.
I feel that the direction may be right, because the head teacher is obviously injured and walks with a limp.
"It was so foggy last night, why should we run? And there are strange things wandering outside, how dangerous it is..."
"Not only were they wandering outside, they also entered the classroom!"
Lin Yi thought again of the unknown creature standing at the podium, and thought of the creature being hit by an iron chain and then dragged out of the classroom.
"Wait...!!"
When he thought of that scene, he suddenly had another flash of inspiration. Countless pieces of information collided in his mind, and it seemed that a huge secret was about to be assembled.
The flash of inspiration is like a moth flying into a flame, about to dissipate.
Countless information flashed in Lin Yi's eyes, and the pieces of the puzzle were constantly reorganized and displaced.
Just when the aura was about to extinguish, he reached out and grabbed it.
A terrifying conjecture beyond common sense emerged in his mind.
Just thinking of this, his face turned slightly pale, and his breathing became faintly rapid.
He swallowed and began to set up the reasoning framework.
· Open the small book, use symbols that only he can understand, and write down a message:
· "Suppose..." His hand shook uncontrollably, and then he wrote a message:
· "Suppose the unknown creature that entered the classroom last night is the class teacher."
· Just writing this, he felt that the pen in his hand weighed a thousand pounds.
He stared at what he had written, unable to believe that this was an assumption made by his own mind.
He took a deep breath, calmed down, and then began to work backwards: "So... the head teacher was wrapped in a chain by the security guard and dragged away from the platform..."
The security guard waved the chain extremely fast, and the moment of twitching was like a high-speed belt.
So what if it wasn’t the head teacher who was moving and the stockings were rubbed, but... the chain was moving at high speed and the stockings were rubbed?
The stockings were scratched by the iron chain, and the wounds were opened as if they were roasted by fire.
"Then the head teacher was dragged down the steps by the security guard, and the two struggled with each other. In the end, the head teacher was injured and became limping..."
As for the fight between the head teacher and the security guard, although there was a huge difference between the two, Lin Yi considered that the head teacher's eyes had the same golden light as the security guard, so he tentatively assumed that they were similar to some extent.
"And if it was really the class teacher who came in... then the head teacher turned the lock bolt many times before leaving. She locked it so many times, not because someone in the classroom would pick the lock and leave, but to..."
"To prevent herself from returning to the classroom after becoming "abnormal"?!"
The pen in Lin Yi's hand fell to the table with a "click!" He didn't know what the truth was, but guessing this, he only felt a creepy atmosphere enveloped him.
He frightened himself.
But he still had to grit his teeth and speculate...
"Assuming that the head teacher became abnormal after losing her "will", then if she was injured, would... ketchup leak out?"
He thought of the green bib chef who was stepped on by Wei Liang and ketchup leaked out.
“And ketchup will turn into a white gypsum-like substance in the sun...”
"So if the hypothesis is true, the plaster-like substance at the podium is the tomato paste that flowed out after the head teacher was injured by the security chain, and was transformed by the sun?" Thinking of this, he silently stood up, left his seat, and walked towards the door of the classroom.
"Hey Lao Lin, it's still early, are you going to the gym now?" Wei Liang's voice sounded behind him.
"No, I want to get some air." Lin Yi turned around and said.
Then, he walked down the steps with heavy thoughts and came to the podium.
The gypsum-like substance is still on the ground, and it is very obvious.
He thought for a while and walked to the door of the classroom.
From the door of the classroom, you can almost see the podium at a glance. If you pay a little attention, you can see the plaster-like material there.
"From the perspective of the class teacher, it is impossible not to notice, unless...she chooses to ignore it."
Lin Yi looked at the door of the classroom.
I don’t know what he suddenly thought of. He pulled up the door handle, opened the door, and then turned to the side of the door facing the corridor.
He looked down at the door handle.
There is a little white powder on the door handle.
There is also white powder around the keyhole. Not only is it there, but a little bit flows out from time to time.
He took out the napkin and placed it at the keyhole.
Not long after, something flowed out from the depths of the keyhole and was absorbed along the area where it fit the napkin.
A little dark red sticky substance appeared on the napkin.
Ketchup.
Thanks to the book friend "Medieval Rabbit" for the reward! ! Woohoo, my rabbit is huge! !
(End of this chapter)