Chapter 231 "Faceless"
The mirror and sink in the men's bathroom in the teaching building are 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 wind at night. 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 dilated into a white dot - "This, this...?!"
Mao Feiyang's body stiffened, as if he was frozen in place, his eyes stared straight ahead, his expression dull, as if he was experiencing an indescribable inner shock.
"Gudu..."
He swallowed, feeling the slight rolling of his Adam's apple, and he slowly settled down...
He tried to touch his face with his stiff hands. At this moment, his body trembled uncontrollably, his face turned pale, and fine beads of sweat oozed from his forehead, as if he had been struck by lightning.
He...did not touch his lips! !
His hand moved slowly...
You can’t even touch your nose!
Can't even touch it with the 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's heart was shaken, "Is it because I have lost my 'identity'?! I am Mao Fei... No, wait! No!"
At the critical moment, Mao Feiyang's power of being a bitch was transformed into understanding. Under the explosion of understanding, he vaguely realized that the key point of the problem lies 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 cannot have a face!!"
"I cannot anchor back to myself. If I anchor back to myself, it will conflict with the dummy!"
"I can't be anchored to other appearances, because I'm not someone else! I'm just 'not myself' now, and I can't be someone else!"
h It's... "Faceless"! "
"'Faceless Man'!"
When these storms of understanding arose in Mao Feiyang's heart, these voices echoed like thunder in Lin Yi's heart!
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 get back 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 dummy 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" to solve it if he can. If he can't solve it... there is really no way.
Is it possible to lead the hair to fly in front of the laughing angel?
Then 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 and hammer out the competition. He almost lost his temper at the critical moment.
However, Lin Yi's attention was not on Mao Feiyang's side. He was staring at the mirror of the men's guard——
The men's guard... There is indeed a mirror, but that position does not 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, and still stood there with his head lowered!
Under the dim moonlight, the facial hair is flying like a sculpture that has lost all vitality.
Gradually, it seemed to be stuck in a quagmire. The body slowly merged into the void below, and finally the face disappeared at the lower edge of the glass...
On the other side, Mu Daxian had already arrived in front of the elevator with the dummy Mao Feiyang.
"The time is just right..." Mu Daxian whispered, and he didn't know who he was talking to. He was full of flags when he opened his mouth, "If you're lucky, maybe there won't be any accidents."
Hear it. Lin Yi's eyes suddenly lit up at this sentence - "The time is just right"
"Did I misunderstand it? 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, just now..."
The old man often said, don’t look in the mirror at midnight...
And the hair was flying just now...
Hiss...
How come there is an inexplicable, strange and weird feeling of evil folk customs?
Lin Yi couldn't help but shudder, feeling like there were goose bumps on his arms.
He looked away and saw Mu Daxian reaching out and pressing the "↑" button of the elevator.
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, making their bodies stiffen.
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 with them...
Mu Daxian took a deep breath, maintained the original breathing rhythm, and slowly entered the elevator car with the dummy's hair flying...
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, like the whisper of a puppet master.
Him The dummy's hair froze for a moment, his empty gaze fell on the button row, and then he raised his arm stiffly. Then, as if there was some muscle memory, he opened the red glass cover above the button row and pressed 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 rock gap...
At the same time, as the elevator 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 room.
The two laughing angels stood there silently, covering their faces with their hands but not covering their faces. The evil smiles on their lips reached to their ears. Their eyes were fixed on the flying hair of the puppet, and their eyes were full of greed.
As expected, in the four corners of the elevator car, there are four smiling angels facing the walls in the corners.
This situation is exactly the same as yesterday!
This is the fundamental reason why Mu Daxian and the others "trembled" the moment 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 laughing angels all bowed forward, covering their faces with their hands, facing the corner of the elevator.
Mao Feiyang squatted on the ground and panted 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 laughing angels squatting in the elevator were all covered with water drops, and there was an unknown faint glow floating around them as a whole.
Some of them were empty-handed, and some were carrying stone hourglasses...
No matter what, the sand in the hourglass showed no sign of flowing, as if it had been frozen by time.
As the lights in the elevator flickered, the four laughing angels began to turn around stiffly, and then moved slowly.
Six Laughing Angels, plus Mu Daxian and the other three, the passenger capacity almost filled the entire elevator. Some of the Laughing Angels even penetrated the puppet's hairy body in a semi-illusory manner, like the Masked Man Obito with the Sharingan opened.
Six smiling angels, entangled around the pseudo-human Mao Feiyang like a swarm of snakes, greedily sucking the extraordinary power within the pseudo-human Mao Feiyang.
Mu Daxian didn't dare to take a breath. He 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 puppet's hair was flying and he made a hoarse voice without knowing why.
Mu Daxian quickly gave it a hand so that it could fit more perfectly with the six smiling angels, in case one of them accidentally set himself on fire: "It's normal to faint in the elevator. If you keep at it, we'll go back right away."
"Uh... Okay..." The pseudo-human hair Feiyang nodded, but did not realize that its entire skin color had turned blue-gray and started to become whiter and whiter...
When it nodded, some cracks appeared on its neck, as if 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..."
"I don't know how much longer I can hold on..."
"Hold on, Xiaomao!" He cheered.
"Okay, okay..." The pseudo-human hair Feiyang nodded again, which suddenly intensified the spread of the cracks.
Mu Daxian's heart jumped directly into his throat: "Brother, you know, that's all. Stop fucking nodding, brother, don't..."
"Okay, I know, I know..." The pseudo-human Feiyang nodded as if he had no brains, and nodded like muscle memory, and then only heard a "click", and it finally broke off its own head...
"Ouch, what a fool!" Mu Daxian cursed secretly, and quickly went to hold the head. Unexpectedly, a smiling angel floated out like a ghost, which scared Mu Daxian and quickly retracted his hand.
The dummy's head with flying hair rolled down and hit the feet of the flying head with a "hard" sound.
Mao Feiyang took a glance 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 himself. He felt his neck, and then he was horrified to find that the place where his hand touched seemed to have cracks...
"Oops...!"
Hairy heart trembled suddenly.
Before he could react, he saw another Laughing Angel falling lightly like catkins, leaning down like a diver smelling the head...
This Laughing Angel was covered in a thin layer of water vapor, like a sculpture that had been beaten by wind and rain in a misplaced time and space. Its feathers were obviously stone sculpture-like, but they gave people a sticky feeling.
It greedily sucks the extraordinary power emanating from the somewhat broken head of the pseudo-human Mao Feiyang. It is strange and terrifying, as if it is chasing a soul to take its life.
"I...I feel something is wrong...I seem to...can't feel my body..." The empty expression on the pseudo-human's hairy face finally changed slightly, and began to show some fear.
Mu Daxian quickly used his feet to peel away its sides to prevent it from seeing his "body" and causing cognitive distortions at the critical moment.
I am Mao Feiyang, and my art student number is...
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 changed rapidly. At the moment when he almost anchored his identity, he forcibly changed his mind again.
He was able to do this not only because of his quick stress reaction, but also because he saw the wings of the Laughing Angel, which seemed to be shaking...
He didn't know if it was an illusion, but at that moment, he seemed to feel... that he was being glanced at by something.
Thanks to the book friend "usjdnshhs" for the reward!!
(End of this chapter)