Chapter 210 Three Angel Sculptures
"Stop doubting it." Mu Daxian hurriedly said, "This thing was overwritten by you. If you doubt it, it will weaken and disappear."
Mu Daxian patted Mao Feiyang's shoulder: "Let's dry the clothes first... You seem to have a lot of questions, so I can explain them to you slowly."
"Well, okay." Mao Feiyang nodded seriously.
Mu Daxian looked at Mao Feiyang and said to himself that although Xiao Mao is a bit of a bitch, he is really spiritual. His extraordinary performance at critical moments is as outrageous as his mother shaking the upper body of the ancestor.
Mao Feiyang walked around in this limited dead end, marveling at the walls that could remain bright and warm without any light.
"Brother Xian, you are the real art teacher, right..." Mao Feiyang sighed, and finally gave the credit to Mu Daxian.
This kind of quick skill is really no less than the famous teacher Kaido's one-click three-combination.
Mu Daxian shook his head slightly: "If you have fire in your heart, you can see the light."
Mao Feiyang couldn't help but hissed: "Brother Xian, are you a metaphysic? I heard that whether you are engaged in art or science, you will eventually become a metaphysic... ”
Mu Daxian glanced at him: “Painting is a bond that allows us to use our own extraordinary power immaturely.”
“It will amplify certain desires deep in your heart, allowing you to guide and release them in your own way.”
"Don't you feel familiar with this light and temperature?"
Mao Feiyang was slightly startled when he heard this. After thinking about it, his pupils gradually dilated: "Brother Xian, you mean... street lamp?!"
This dead end is like a space illuminated by street lights. Both the light and heat are exactly the same as when illuminated by street lights. The only difference and weird thing is - there are no street lights here!
There are no street lights here, but he is the street light.
· Mu Daxian said: "Painting is not created out of nothing, and we are not Ma Liang, the magic brush... We are just porters of extraordinary power and reconstructors of artistic symbols, nothing more."
"I understand every word you say, but when you put it all together, why don't I understand anything?" Mao Feiyang said blankly, "Anyway, now, I am just a street light, right?"
"Absolutely."
"I can't just turn it into a street lamp, right?" Mao Feiyang suddenly panicked. He still remembered that the light bulb was still glowing after Mu Daxian took it out of the street lamp cover. Could it be that all street lamp poles were directly filled with polluters?
He thought of the kind of pile driving in Lu Ban's book, and suddenly felt a shudder.
"What are you thinking about? No way." Mu Daxian was also speechless. Mao Feiyang's mind was really racing.
"Okay..." Mao Feiyang breathed a sigh of relief.
The cul-de-sac began to have an atmosphere of cooking wine around the stove.
Not long after, Mu Daxian began to take off his clothes. He first hung his coat and trousers on the drawing board to "warm the fire", leaving only a small pair of underwear to cover his shame.
Mao Feiyang quickly did as he was told. Now this place was like a heater. If he didn't take off his clothes to dry, he would really turn into a steamed crab due to the mix of hot and cold.
两人忙活了一通，看着对方的身体，忽然觉得有种诡异的旖旎感，脑海里仿佛缭绕起了某种不该出现的BGM……
「滚。」牧大贤首先开口。
Mao Feiyang: "???"
"I didn't say anything!" Mao Feiyang looked innocent, his dark face full of questions.
Mu Daxian didn’t say anything else, and just walked around in the dead end. Then he suddenly thought of something and took off his shoes and socks.
The not-so-large space was immediately filled with a pure manly atmosphere...
Mao Feiyang couldn't help it and took off his shoes and socks.
As the saying goes, there is no room for two tigers in one mountain, the two strands of male athlete’s foot were instantly entangled, and the dead end began to transform into a methane tank...
The original atmosphere of cooking wine around the stove exploded smoothly. The feeling of cracking has become like cooking shit around the stove, and the feeling of a warm sauna has also become like entering a nuclear reactor...
The expressions of Mu Daxian and Mao Feiyang changed slightly, but they seemed to be competing secretly, breathing calmly, neither of them admitting defeat.
Lin Yi was really convinced. Are you trying to compare who can bear the other's athlete's foot better?
Hum, can this be competitive? !
He couldn't help but put his hand on his forehead, and then recalled Mao Feiyang's operation just now, thoughtfully.
He actually didn't see how Mao Feiyang did it, but he could vaguely feel some changes in Mao Feiyang, and Mao Feiyang at that time really seemed like a different person...
The only thing he could think of was that Mao Zi really stimulated some potential at a critical moment, stimulating the so-called "artistic cells" in his body.
There is a sentence in the rules for art students: [Every art classroom has a passage leading to an observation deck. During the art class, you can bring your drawing board to sketch. Sketching can cultivate your artistic cells. 】
Art cells should refer to the ability to control extraordinary power.
Even if you can only touch the tip of the iceberg of extraordinary power, it is enough to surpass many people.
Lin Yi discovered that the art department was not as simple as it seemed.
Especially from the actions of Mu Daxian and Mao Feiyang, it seems that the function of the drawing board is not to draw, but to strengthen the art student's awareness that he is "painting", and then through the act of "sketching", he will trace his overwriting of a certain area on the drawing board, and through an unknown method, guide the extraordinary power in the body to be projected into the area, completing the overwriting of reality.
It’s outrageous, but it seems to be the case.
There is a feeling of modifying reality, but...Lin Yi doesn't feel that's the case.
"Is it really what Mu Daxian calls "reconstruction"? Briefly modifying some spatial positions to achieve certain effects temporarily?"
Lin Yi thought of this, and suddenly felt a familiar feeling -
Modifying the spatial position, reconstructing the environment...
How come there is an inexplicable feeling of familiarity?
Hiss...
Suddenly, he had a flash of inspiration and almost couldn't help but snap his fingers!
"Holy crap! Isn't this "my world"? ! "
When Lin Yi "awakened" to "My World" for the first time, he spent a lot of effort to re-edit the corridor bridges and teaching buildings, reconstructing it into an abstract and three-dimensional castle that transcended cognition and subverted common sense. It is somewhat similar to the way Mu Daxian and Mao Feiyang deal with space today.
The only difference is that Lin Yi failed to project it into reality.
"Wait a minute... I woke up to "My World" on the afternoon of May 8th. Judging from the time, it seems to be a little later than Maozi..."
"If I have to say it hard, those changes seem to have appeared after waking up in the morning of May 8th..."
"Could it be that Maozi transmitted not only "pollution", but also some of his extraordinary characteristics?"
Just like the pollution at the beginning, after it was transmitted to Lin Yi, Lin Yi felt very uncomfortable that night. If he hadn't pulled him back at the critical moment, and Wei Liang's partial reminder, he would have been in danger that night.
But after he adapted to the pollution, he immediately began to absorb the pollution in his own way.
Is it the same now?
The "characteristics" transmitted by Mao Feiyang became the trigger for him to awaken his "extraordinary characteristics".
The reason for this change may be the blending and changing of multiple complex factors. For example, as an experience student, you carry the atmosphere of an art building that does not belong to this depth?
This is like a palette that expands its mouth through deepening cognition, and then absorbs pigments from outside the mouth. With the addition of new pigments, the palette has the possibility of mixing new colors... "possibility"?
Is that so?
…such.
"If there is a change, then I shouldn't be the only one, go back and ask Mr. Tian and the others..." Lin Yi thought, and suddenly he felt a little strange. Wei Shan's body obviously had blue vapor from the sports department. Could this have been brought by Mao Zi?
Green breath, causing blue pollution?
If this is the case, it can only be explained by what Mu Daxian said.
˜The same extraordinary power, based on the characteristics of the bearer showing different directions, resulted in the emergence of art department branches and sports department branches.
Lin Yi couldn't tell whether this was the principle. He felt that even if the guess was not complete, it should be very close to the truth.
"So we are really in the same dormitory? One person pollutes five people sitting together?"
"What about Ryoko? What's wrong with Ryoko...she's incompatible with us!"
Lin Yi curled his lips, Liangzi... is like an onion. Whenever you think it is him, he can always take off one layer with a smile, revealing a brand new side, giving you countless unexpected little surprises.
He no longer thought that Wei Liang relied on luck to survive the last seven days, but no matter what, he couldn't understand what was going on with Wei Liang.
It is incomprehensible in every aspect, and it is becoming increasingly incomprehensible.
In addition, he also found that the codes on campus have completely different orientations for the art students side and the experience side.
The rules for experience students seem to focus on sticking to the rules. If you have something to report to the teacher, the teacher will tell you what to do.
The rules for art students seem to focus on a temporary response. If you have a problem, you should deal with it yourself first, and then report it to the art teacher after solving it.
Because compared to experience students, there are really few codes that art students need to abide by. As far as he knows, there are only two codes from the art department.
At this moment, Mu Daxian's voice slowly sounded: "By the way, did you have anything to ask me just now?"
The clothes were almost dry. After Mu Daxian put them on one after another, he took off his last piece of clothing...
"Holy shit, you take off this too?!" Mao Feiyang was anxious.
"It's a life-and-death situation. I'll scare you by taking off my pants. You're so stupid and pretentious." Mu Daxian glanced at him.
Mao Feiyang was speechless. After thinking about it for a while, he followed suit, focusing on "Me too."
After putting on his clothes, Mu Daxian began to collect the paint cans on the ground, screwed the lids on them one by one, and put them back into the cloth bag.
Mao Feiyang also went to help.
“Actually, since we encountered the angel sculpture, I can’t understand your approach.” Mao Feiyang expressed his doubts while cleaning up.
"I know, at first we went to the first floor of Building C to use the residual breath of the security guard to cover our breath, and then we went to clean the wounds to weaken the smell of pollution. We also changed places to attract those pure-bred nocturnal species."
"But later, the student commemorative coins can lure away the angel sculptures. Why don't we throw the student commemorative coins in the elevator to lure them away, and then take the opportunity to enter the elevator and escape?"
Mao Feiyang was referring to the second time he opened the elevator.
"You only saw the angel sculpture chasing the student commemorative coin, but you didn't see all the preparations I made for that step."
"Of course, it's normal that you don't know, because my approach is only based on "experience" and not on any "standard approach to encountering angels". ”
“Whether you are an art student or a sports student, the survival rate when encountering angel sculptures is extremely low, because even if you know what to do, your body may not have enough mobility.”
"There are three types of angel sculptures, corresponding to sports students, art students, and other categories."
"The reason why I told you to be careful at first is because I thought they were coming for me, but I didn't expect that they were targeting you."
"Because before, whether from the perspective of "super strength" or "death", I was more serious than you..."
Mao Feiyang whispered: "Brother Xian, don't belittle yourself, don't talk about yourself like that. Ji..."
Mu Daxian glanced at him: "But it turns out that it is indeed an angel sculpture for art students. In addition, although I don't know why, you seem to be more "dead" than me...
Mao Feiyang: "..."
"Ahem! Can we say something auspicious? Is there any difference between the different types of angel sculptures? "
“One type is the Smiling Angel. They look like they are hiding their faces and crying. In fact, the face behind their hands is covered with a weird smile, and their backs are turned to people when they first appear. Their main goal is to absorb the extraordinary power from the contaminated body.”
"When the extraordinary power in the body of the polluter is extracted, it will be pulled into their layer when it falls below a certain threshold, and then die in a particularly painful way, and become a sculpture."
Hearing this sentence, a picture flashed in the minds of Mao Feiyang and Lin Yi at the same time - walking up from the first floor of the teaching building, when they reached the end, there was a cave full of sculptures.
Most of those sculptures have distorted faces, as if they were in extreme pain before death.
Could it be that...that's how they died?
Lin Yi's eyes suddenly lit up - wait! !
“If Mao Zi was the Laughing Angel that a person encountered just now, would he have subconsciously retraced his steps and ran upstairs when he saw the ‘Laughing Angel’?”
“With Mao Zi’s characteristic of reacting faster than his brain, it is very possible...”
And upstairs There are some problems in the stairwell due to the layer falling. In addition, the Laughing Angel pulls people down the layer. It is not impossible for Maozi to enter that stairwell, and then..."
Become one of those sculptures!"
Thanks to book friends "usjdnshhs" and "Lin skylark" for the rewards! !
(End of this chapter)