Chapter 110 The green bib chef with a broken hand
But the other party seemed to smell something, and a light golden light suddenly gathered in his somewhat empty eyes. His eyes also moved away from the little tomato, and then fell on Lin Yi.
He hesitated for a moment, then tentatively picked up a handful of small tomatoes with hands stained with tomato juice, and handed them to Lin Yi: "Try it?"
Lin Yi's pupils shrank, and a hand holding several small tomatoes suddenly appeared in his lowered gaze, making cold air trickle down his spine.
At this moment, there was an option to refuse in front of him, but he realized very clearly that what he should do was not to refuse, but to ignore it.
Because even if he refuses, it means that he has accepted some kind of exchange application from the other party.
He then moved the plate away silently, then looked at Wei Shan and the others and asked, "I've finished eating, what about you?"
Wei Liang spread his hands and said helplessly: "We've already finished eating, but we just couldn't bear to interrupt your affectionate gaze with the plate."
Lin Yi's mouth twitched violently. Just as he was about to say something, Tian Bufan's voice sounded from behind: "Let's go after you finish eating."
Lin Yi heard the words and turned around, and saw Tian Bufan standing behind him holding a bowl of soy milk. While speaking, he took a sip.
Tian Bufan obviously saw the art student occupying his seat, so he was not in a hurry to sit down.
"Then... let's go?" Lin Yi hesitated.
Tian Bufan immediately drank the soy milk in one gulp, then picked up the dinner plate and led the way to the tableware recycling area.
Everyone followed suit.
But at this moment, the art student suddenly stood up, grabbed a handful of tomatoes and handed them to Lin Yi: "Are you sure... you don't want to try it? You have been targeted. Only the same kind of tomatoes are eligible here. Live."
The bright and dripping skin of the small tomatoes was covered with crystal water drops, and the smell of fresh fruits invaded Lin Yi's nose, but underneath this smell, there was a deeply hidden smell of blood.
The art student's eyes were filled with a pale golden light, and the incandescent lamp above his head seemed to have become dimmer at this moment.
He looked at Lin Yi's expression quietly, expecting any response from Lin Yi.
Lin Yi paused slightly, but he continued to walk forward.
Seeing that Lin Yi was unmoved, the smile in the artist's eyes gradually faded. He lowered his head but kept his gaze unchanged. His eyelids covered half of his eyes, making his whole person look suddenly gloomy.
He spoke slowly, and some obscure syllables came out of his mouth. Some students who were dining at some tables in the student restaurant, as if they had been summoned, stopped eating, stood up from their seats, and surrounded Lin Yi and the others with the hard movements of zombies.
When these people moved, their stiff limbs made a hard rustling sound, and the moving soles of their feet made a "rustling" sound on the ground.
The art student sat down again, his eyes never leaving Lin Yi's back, then he picked up a small tomato and threw it to his mouth, chewing the dregs.
The bright tomato juice flowed from the corner of his mouth, flowed through his chin, and dripped onto the top of the dinner plate.
He kept chewing the small tomatoes, and the tomato juice kept dripping.
legous hand Gradually, a chef wearing a green bib suddenly appeared around him. The chef had a trademark weird smile on his face and handed him a tomato.
He took the tomatoes and put them aside, and continued to eat the tomatoes.
The chef in the green bib smiled like a flower, put his hands on his lower abdomen, and stepped aside obediently like a waiter in a restaurant. His eyes followed the artist and landed on Lin Yi's back.
At this moment, Lin Yi felt the sharp glare from behind. When he ignored the art student's invitation, the other person's eyes instantly revealed an undisguised evil and malicious look.
But Lin Yi was used to it. He reached out and scratched his scalp, and the numbness became less numb.
Will he be targeted?
Of course he knows, but to be more precise, shouldn't they have been targeted?
From the first time they came to the cafeteria to eat, or from the time they first entered the campus, they have been targeted by the green bib chef.
"Could it be that... there are other unknown units looking for them?"
Compared with learning from others that he was targeted by something, what he didn't understand even more was how the art student judged this matter.
Is it possible that there is writing on his head?
Or, is it because of the so-called "perception"?
Strange, really strange...
Lin Yi was a little confused, and at this moment, he accidentally came to the huge square column in the student cafeteria.
The moment he approached the pillar, he suddenly felt a hairy feeling in his heart, so he raised his head and glanced at the pillar.
But this column is smooth and flat, and there is no problem at first glance.
"Pillar?"
Lin Yi was stunned for a moment, and then immediately realized what the problem was.
"The problem is not this column! It's..."
He slowly moved his eyes along this feeling, and then saw a pure white arm sculpture on a column not far away.
The sculpture of this arm is terrifyingly realistic. On the back of the hand, there are even slightly raised blood vessels clearly carved out in three dimensions. At the broken place, a broken humerus can also be seen, as well as the blood sculpture that is dripping downward.
On the part where the palm of the arm is in close contact with the pillar, you can still see a spiderweb-like crack that spreads out in all directions.
The whole arm sculpture gives him a sense of great power and explosiveness, but at the same time it is full of strong and evil abstract style.
"That's...?!" Lin Yi's pupils shrank slightly, and the memory of the scene yesterday when he was chased by the chef wearing a green bib suddenly came to mind.
That's the green bib chef's severed hand!
This guy... what kind of explosive power does he have to be able to tear off his own arm?
But this also confirmed another scene he saw, that is, when the arm of the chef in the green bib was broken by the athlete's bat, it would also change from flesh and blood to a plaster-like sculpture at a terrifying speed visible to the naked eye.
Is the chef with a colored bib a sculpture from the beginning, or does he become a sculpture after being injured or dead? "Wait...'death'?"
"But how should I define whether their state is "life" or "death"?"
Just when Lin Yi began to think in this direction, a strong sense of crisis suddenly erupted in his subconscious. He was very familiar with this feeling, which was the distortion and collapse of the established cognition in reality that occurred when his cognition was unstable.
The dark area in the student restaurant area that was not illuminated by incandescent lights suddenly stretched at this moment. With this stretching feeling, those black shadows suddenly wriggled out like countless tentacles and entangled towards Lin Yi.
Lin Yi heard the sound of gurgling water, and a puddle of water seemed to appear on the floor behind him, as if someone accidentally dropped the water pipe in his hand, and the water rushed out of the pipe and spread on the floor.
But this time, the sound did not appear behind Lin Yi, but in the direction Lin Yi was facing, in the same direction as the pillar with the white arm sculpture.
Hence, he saw the twisted and creeping darkness, spreading like tentacles, black water spreading on the floor, and the space in front of him seemed to change from regular three-dimensional geometry to some kind of distorted lines that had lost their rules.
But if it collapses in a straight line, it will at best turn into a ball of twine, but the collapse of the space surface is more abstract and can cause mental breakdown. The darkness is obviously spreading, but the space is like a wonton wrapper that has been flattened in the palm of the hand, and then the palm exerts force, twisting it into an indescribable and chaotic curved surface.
It was a maddening sense of spatial distortion, which hit his brain from the visual impact, making him feel like he had lost his center of gravity.
Although he had already been on guard and had even been thinking within his own cognitive scope, everything happened quietly at this moment. By the time he realized something was wrong, the abyss seemed to have opened its mouth to him.
"My name is Lin Yi, and my student number is
Although darkness has come in front of him, he still tells himself with absolute firmness that he is in front of the pillar.
"Yes! Am I right in front of the pillar?!"
Lin Yi suddenly thought of something. Although the pillar with the sculpture of an arm was not far away, didn't he still have another pillar at hand?
Isn’t this a fucking anchor?
"My name is Lin Yi, my student number is
The darkness that was about to swallow him suddenly stopped, and then shattered into countless light spots. His vision returned to normal, and he was holding the dinner plate in one hand and touching the pillar with the other.
"Ha! It sure works!" Lin Yi felt a hint of joy in his heart.
Sure enough, when you realize that a problem has arisen, as long as you have a firm enough understanding and can find an anchor, you can immediately anchor yourself back to the original world!
But he still felt a sense of fear. Today, he was no longer the person he was when he first entered the school. In this way, he could be silently affected by the campus and think beyond the bounds, let alone last night.
But fortunately, he is really different now. At least he can rely on the help of others to get rid of the impact of layer falling.
Just when he had a smile on his face and was feeling happy about his improvement, a voice with strong hatred sounded from the back of the pillar that he couldn't see...
"You saw it? You saw my hand...it hurts! I really hurt!"
The voice was hoarse and painful, as if sand was stuffed in the throat and caused by constant friction. Come, with the sound of the sound, a chef with a green bib slowly walked out from behind the pillar...
It was wearing a white chef's uniform and a high hat, but his two hands were broken along with the sleeves of the chef's uniform. Not only that, there were no bloody wounds on the broken parts of his arms. What was there was just a kind of blue-gray skin spreading down the arms.
On the cut surface at the fracture, the blue-gray skin gradually turns white, and the final form looks like some kind of plaster-like sculpture.
This is an extremely abstract appearance, like a mixture of stone and creature in a 3D animation. Its fractured part extending from under the shoulder shows an extremely outrageous but real thing, from flesh to flesh. The transformed state of the plaster sculpture...
Its eyes turned into stone beads, but its head still looked like a human. At this moment, it was staring at Lin Yi with an extremely evil, vicious, cold and bloodthirsty gaze, and said viciously:
"One of my hands was torn off while chasing you, and my other hand was broken while catching you..."
"It hurts so much..."
"I really hurt!!"
"I want your hand! Give me your hand!"
"I did not trigger its attack mechanism." Lin Yi instantly understood the problem with the green bib chef, "However, when I put down my plate and started walking towards the exit of the student restaurant, it should have attacked me."
Lin Yi understood this and was a little panicked, but not much.
"Old Lin, are you a fucking pervert, caressing a pillar over there?" At this time, Wei Liang's disdainful voice came from not far in front of him, "Forget about the round and straight pillars, you can't fucking imagine the square pillars as jade feet, right?"
At the same time, the zombie-like classmates around them have surrounded them like a sea of people. In addition to them, there are also some unfriendly eyes that are projected from all the dark and cramped corners and converge on them.
In some corners, chefs wearing green bibs also looked at them with a sneer.
Soon, Lin Yi arrived at the plate recycling area. The chef in the green bib with broken hands was closely following him, with the resentment in his eyes almost overflowing from his eyes...
Thanks to the book friend "Chuan Yaming" for the reward! !
(End of this chapter)