Chapter 540 The Boundary of Dreams, Telepathy
"Rust, rustle... rustle..."
In the darkness, there was the sound of stones rubbing against the uneven ground, which made people shiver down the spine and get goosebumps all over.
The new art students, who were already a little scared, became even more frightened, and the flickering candlelight made the originally normal lighting area suddenly become crowded. Many new art students began to snatch the lighting area, stepping on the lighting area like a shadow.
Almost all the new art students started pushing and shoving. Some freshmen at the back were unwilling to give in and pulled the clothes of the people in front to try to get a more forward position.
During the pushing and shoving, someone staggered towards Mao Feiyang, seemingly trying to push him out of the illuminated area so that he could gain his position.
"Bang!" Mao Feiyang spat inwardly with disdain, and quickly followed the team ahead to move further forward.
Mao Feiyang's micro-manipulation fell into Lin Yi's eyes, and Lin Yi couldn't help but show some admiration. He was adaptable, calm and sophisticated, as if there was a very vicious old man hidden under Mao Feiyang's dark and thin appearance.
Lin Yi suddenly realized that Mr. Tian was indeed right. A mean person like Mao Zi would never suffer any loss.
After a while, Yan Jingming caught up with him. When he saw the lack of new students, he suddenly became anxious.
"Xiao Mao, don't get into trouble!"
But fortunately, when he rushed to "Art Classroom-IV", Mao Feiyang had already followed the front line back to "Art Classroom-IV", and they had all silently returned to the position where they were sitting at the beginning.
"Xiao Mao...!"
Yan Jinming pushed the door open and walked in. Many people looked over, including Mao Feiyang.
After Yan Jingming finished explaining, he left the classroom without looking back.
Mao Feiyang also put away his gaze. He held his cheek with one hand and tapped the table gently with the other hand, seeming to be deep in thought.
Looking at Mao Zi now, and thinking of what Yan Jingming had just told him, Lin Yi's face was filled with a strange look.
It is true that Rigorous Ming's instructions are very important, but what Lin Yi has to do next is to leave the art classroom - IV through the dream boundary with Mao Feiyang...
Lin Yi has a headache. Before he even started to guide, Mao Zi got a stamp of thought from Rigorous Ming. With this preconceived understanding of "don't leave", he thought that it might be difficult to guide.
He has experienced the reliability of Xu Shunkang, a veteran sports student, but he did not expect that this veteran art student can be so reliable now...
This wave may be a bit difficult to handle, but even if it is difficult, it must be handled.
But just when Lin Yi tried to call Mao Feiyang, he heard Mao Feiyang's muttering: "It's May 9th, Lao Lin... I wonder how you've adapted to it?"
"If it doesn't work today, then you have to wait until tomorrow..."
"Old Lin, Old Lin..."
"Do you really want me to wait until tomorrow...?"
The flying voice fell into Lin Yi's ears, hitting him like thunder and lightning, making him shaken.
Lin Yi just remembered that Mao Feiyang's actions were also part of the plan. Perhaps because he was not adaptable enough, Mao Zi could not show his "real strength" in his actions at the beginning. The things he did were both true and false, but they were definitely not as panicked as when he was with Mu Daxian.
Everyone is an actor, competing with each other's acting skills to the extreme.
"Have Maozi been waiting for me to guide him to act?"
Lin Yi thought thoughtfully, and then tried to call out.
"Maozi! Maozi! Can you hear me?"
He called several times in a row, but Mao Feiyang did not respond.
Lin Yi couldn't help but touch his head - of course he couldn't touch anything in this state.
"Wait... you can't touch it?"
"I can't touch myself...I seem to "not exist" at the edge of the dream..."
"I don't exist, how can Maozi hear my voice?"
Unless...?"
Unless there is no need to use language to communicate.
His inspiration flashed, and his will no longer floated in the void, but sank directly into Mao Feiyang's body.
"Maozi..." he tried to call in his heart.
Mao Feifei’s fingers struck the table hard, and his whole body suddenly trembled, and a look of surprise that was both unexpected and expected flashed across his eyes.
"Old Lin... you are here?"
"Maozi, I am here, I am from..."
Lin Yi was about to tell him about his time penetration through the dream boundary on the night of May 10th, but Mao Feiyang immediately interrupted: "No, Lao Lin, don't say anything..."
Lin Yi got straight to the point: "There are two possible locations for the "principal's office" in the Art Building. I need you to go to one of them. "
"No problem...but you should have already explored the route, right?" Mao Feiyang agreed readily. When Lin Yi's will blessed him, he seemed to be a different person.
"So be it." Lin Yi responded.
Mao Feiyang nodded slightly: "If it's 'certain'... that's enough. Tell me the route you know, and I will fine-tune it according to the original plan 'you' made, and then execute it."
"Okay." Lin Yi nodded.
At the beginning, he used the quantum clock "Temple" to gain insight into the Art Building. Although he did not imprint all the paths in his mind, he knew the approximate location of each area.
“But what should I tell you?”
“Just like you are talking now, I can understand your thoughts.” Mao Feiyang said slowly.
"Okay." Lin Yi responded, and then he conceived the "map of the Art Building" he knew in his mind bit by bit.
"That's it...that's it..." Mao Feiyang murmured to himself. As he continued to perceive, a faint golden light began to float in his eyes. Under the golden light, there seemed to be something strange and evil hidden...
After Mao Feiyang finished sensing the entire map, he slowly narrowed his eyes: "'Her' bedroom...and the 'Observatory'?" "
"Yes." Lin Yidao.
"I know what to do." Mao Feiyang tapped the table gently, as if he was weighing two routes, but it didn't seem like it.
Lin Yi was horrified to find that he was somewhat incapable of sensing Mao Feiyang's thoughts.
"Where do you plan to go?" Lin Yi asked.
The corners of Mao Feiyang's mouth raised slightly, revealing an evil smile: "Let's meet someone first."
I don't know why, when Mao Feiyang said this, Lin Yi's scalp went numb. Almost subconsciously, he blurted out: "'Night Watchman'?" "
"Hehehehe..." Mao Feiyang smiled mischievously and said noncommittally, "Let's go to the bell tower first."
"How are you going to find that road without the art teacher's searchlight?" Lin Yi said in surprise. He didn't believe that Maozi could still summon the art teacher's light.
"I can't do it alone, but can't I do it with you here?" Mao Feiyang chuckled.
"Huh?"
"It's decided, you'll know in the past, let's go!"
After Mao Feiyang said that, he stood up directly, then walked to the easel, picked an easel and carried it on his back.
"Although these things cannot be taken out of the art classroom, as the saying goes, follow the authority when the situation arises!"
Mao Feiyang prepared the equipment while talking to himself.
Some of the new art students around him looked at him, and some of them asked: "Hey, what do you want to do? Didn't the seniors tell them not to wander around?"
"I am a rebellious person by nature, and I am going to die now, do you want to come with me?" Mao Feiyang smiled so shamelessly that the art student shut his mouth in fear.
After selecting some handy equipment, Mao Feiyang walked to the door of the art classroom. Before leaving, he glanced at the pendulum clock on the wall.
"19:44...departure."
Mao Feiyang opened the door of the classroom, and the damp sea breeze suddenly hit his face. Under the horrified gazes of the new art students, he left the art classroom and closed the door behind his back.
As soon as he left the classroom, the sound of nocturnal species moving could be heard in the darkness, and countless pairs of sneaky eyes looked at him, making him touch his arm involuntarily.
Mao Feiyang took a deep breath, and then walked quickly forward in the dim candlelight.
Having not gone far, a staggering figure came out of a dark corner and slowly approached him.
"Maozi, be careful." Lin Yi warned.
"Don't worry." Mao Feiyang said calmly, "They have just died, even if they are replaced by nocturnal species, they will not be so aggressive, and if they are managed properly, they can also confuse the audience...right? Zhang Lang?"
The first few words were the telepathic communication between him and Lin Yi, but the last four words were directly addressed to the newly born dummy.
The dummy was stunned for a moment when he heard Mao Feiyang's voice.
"Zhang... Lang?"
The fake man's eyes were full of doubts.
Mao Feiyang walked over familiarly, but never allowed himself to enter the shadow area: "Yesterday we were discussing whether oil painting overwriting reality is more realistic, or gouache is more confusing, and you forgot so quickly?"
"By the way, by the way, I saw Han Xing over there. If you don't remember, you can ask him. By the way, do you know Han Xing?"
"Oil painting... gouache... Han... star..." The dummy was confused and couldn't connect a word, but he still nodded dullly, "I... went to find him... to find him..."
"Don't forget, I am on your side!" Mao Feiyang also made a dry gesture, and then continued walking forward without looking back.
"I didn't expect you to remember all their names." Lin Yi couldn't help but sigh.
"Remember it's a chicken feather." Mao Feiyang curled his lips, "I made it up casually. On the one hand, it can confuse their cognition. On the other hand, it can also set up a non-existent "action anchor" for them, driving them to act towards some nihilistic goal without hurting other people..."
Lin Yi showed a surprised look.
"Don't be surprised, I learned it from a friend." Mao Feiyang smiled and said, "Oh, by the way, you should also know that it is Mu Daxian... Brother Xian, he even deceived the Smiling Angel. He is really something."
Mao Feiyang could not hide his praise for Mu Daxian.
After walking for a while, Lin Yi found that Mao Feiyang still hadn’t gone to the gallery, so he wondered: "Mao Zi, you don’t seem to have gone to the gallery to watch?"
Mao Feiyang said: "Now "I can't go there yet."
"What should I say?"
Mao Feiyang explained: "You don't have to consider the impact of violating the code, but I still need to consider it now."
Mao Feiyang's words gave Lin Yi a reminder, and the "Art Building Code" also appeared in his mind, and he naturally jumped to the one that Mao Zi corresponded to now.
【If it is an angel sculpture, please ignore rule 5, enter the gallery and keep running and call out the three words "Night Watch". You will run out of the gallery and meet the "Night Watch". Tell the "Night Watch" about the "Angel" and he will protect you. 】
【Note: If you enter the gallery except in emergencies, you will be responsible for the consequences. 】
【If you violate any of the above rules, the shelter effects of all rules will be invalid for you. Please use your own judgment to survive. 】
“Obviously, I’m not at the stage yet to ‘survive by my own judgment’.” Mao Feiyang added, “However, it’s still not easy to find a Laughing Angel to chase me now…”
Lin Yi subconsciously licked his lips. It was hard to imagine that this guy who was currently seeking death for the Laughing Angel was very embarrassed the night before, following Mu Daxian in the teaching building to play a battle royale with the Laughing Angel.