Chapter 90 Dormitory Corridor and Cliff
"No, no, no, no!!!!"
"Restrain! Restraint!!"
If this continues, Lin Yi is really afraid that his dream will be interrupted suddenly, so he keeps 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 suggest this self-hypnosis, 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 get him out of 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 support 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 not in line with today's fast pace!
Can't be substituted, not at all!
But he did not give up, he had a flash of inspiration, and a pair of long, fair, slender, round and straight legs appeared in his mind like a magic weapon from heaven...
“Boss!”
As soon as this idea 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.
Hello guy, my attention was instantly drawn away from those absurd thoughts!
He vigorously recalled the scene of his 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.
The power of faith, when it comes to this, is truly terrifying!
After regaining his senses, Lin Yi ignored Mao Feiyang, who had begun to have mental problems, because there was a gap between him and Mao Feiyang 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.
Combined with the principle of turning off the lights in the dormitory building, he suddenly guessed that the current 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...has been walking on the stairs for so long? From about 19 o'clock until now?"
Lin Yi narrowed his eyes.
He glanced at "himself".
Under the yellow sweater were 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 had a vision of himself standing on the platform of the castle, painting.
In the vision, he was wearing a yellow sweater!
That is to say...
“If I was ‘introduced’ into Mao Zi’s first field of vision by mistake at that time, then judging from the time... Mao Zi really arrived at the art building and started the so-called ‘art journey’?”
"In other words..."
He looked at "his" hands, feeling the boundless fear rushing through his body, and was suddenly unable to connect Mao Feiyang at the moment with him painting in front of the castle half a day later.
At this moment, he felt "himself" standing up slowly holding on to 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?"
The sudden invitation made Mao Feiyang, who was already surrounded by fear, feel dizzy. He staggered back and accidentally bumped into the door of "2819" on the opposite side.
"Classmate, do you want to enter our dormitory?"
"Dormitory No. 2819" sounded a seductive hoarse voice, like the old witch who bewitched Snow White to eat the poisoned apple.
Mao Feiyang, his scalp numb, scurried away from the dormitory No. 2819.
He hugged himself tightly and huddled shivering in the corridor of the dim dormitory building. He did not 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 the 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! 】
His ears heard Tian Bufan's words again, their sound was like thunder, deafening.
The scene before them seemed so familiar, it was just like when they left the stairwell and entered the teacher's office, and then came out to find that the stairwell had turned into a classroom!
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 No. 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 returned to dormitory No. 2820.
"This...?!" Lin Yi's scalp felt numb.
“This… what is going on?” Mao Feiyang trembled, “As promised… where is the artistic journey?”
His voice was trembling and weak, and he felt a sense of emptiness from his heart.
Gradually, a 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 scared.
"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...
After a while, it seemed that all the door locks were turned, but no door was fully opened.
wealth的turn的 relied on)'.
The people inside the door were rushing against the door of the dormitory as if they were crazy, but the solid door remained 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 icy wind was extremely fine, like the cold wind in a cave, rolling the mist across my fluttering arms, giving me the feeling of a ghost blowing a lamp in the middle of the night.
The hair on Mao Feiyang's arms trembled suddenly, and soon he heard a "tick-tick" sound. There seemed to be some water droplets dripping from the ceiling of the corridor, and fell around him, making 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.
The entire corridor is filled with a thin layer of water. 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 by a certain village, or a certain step by the embankment that is often flooded by water.
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 on Lin Yi's ears from the first-person perspective, and he was immediately frightened.
Lin Yi knew that once he failed to recognize 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 simply did not believe that the surrounding environment was normal.
The only thought that kept him going was that he would meet an art teacher and start an artistic journey.
"Art Journey", this is his last retreat.
Lin Yi touched the water stains under him, 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.
Beneath the fog is a deeper fog, and the only clue is the moss soaked in the water.
log through through his eyes, feeling the moss in the water through the fluttering hair.
The extremely clear touch was transmitted to Lin Yi along the flying palm of his hand.
For a moment, he actually had the illusion that Zhuang Zhou dreamed of a butterfly.
I wonder if Zhou’s dream is Hu Dieyu’s dream, or Hu Die’s dream is Zhou Yu’s?
How do I know that it is my dream when I am in the dream?
At this moment, he caught some other sounds from the wind...
"Whew...wow...wow..."
It was the sound of the wind dancing in the waves, the sound of whistles whirling in the wind, and some kind of singing from the distant place...
"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 the sleep 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, singing... and moss!"
Elements merged in Lin Yi's mind, gradually weaving a terrifying conjecture.
"Is this... the cliff?!"
He once had a hallucination in the corridor of the dormitory building, and saw himself standing vertically on a steep cliff parallel to the sea.
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 falling 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 strange 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 primitive people dressed in weird costumes wore skeleton masks with feathers on their heads, waving canes made of bones, surrounding a huge bonfire, and dancing in the dark night with some weird dance with extremely uncoordinated body movements.
No living thing's will can resist such a sound. Just some of the syllables in it are enough to make people shudder. They feel their own insignificance and weakness. Mao Feiyang feels that his soul is about to 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 fell into this endless storm of pain as if he had experienced it personally...< br/>
Lin Yi grabbed "his" hair in pain. He wanted to cry out in pain, but it was as if a cork was stuck in his throat and he couldn't make any sound. In the end, he could only make a "wuwuwu" sound, and even his 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 whether they were phantoms formed by the superposition of lingering fog, or some indescribable creatures really appeared...
These shadows seemed to be souls lost in the abyss and shadows.
(End of this chapter)