Don't follow the rules

Chapter 504: Haojiu Home Furnishing City ()

The center of the school?
The chickens turned their heads and looked deeper into the school.

That familiar yet vague feeling came over me again, even stronger than any time before, as if a large hand was strangling my throat, trying to forcibly awaken a memory that didn't exist through slight suffocation.

But this undoubtedly made everyone (chickens) more certain that there must be secrets worth exploring deep in the school.

An Han habitually flicked the tip of his beak with his wings, as if he was pushing up the non-existent glasses, and cleared his throat and said, "Most schools are designed very straight, without too many strange buildings and crooked paths. Normally, there is a small square after the gate, with a sculpture in the middle, and then the teaching building, and then the buildings are divided according to grade levels - so the box in the center of this map is most likely one or two teaching buildings behind the teaching building."

Number One stared thoughtfully at the turkey that was speaking eloquently among the chickens. He always felt that its movements, expressions, and clucking tone all carried an indescribable sense of familiarity. He couldn't help but tell Little White Boat about this strange feeling through the secret channel.

"Maybe... it's the influence of the dream core's environment on you. You know, the dream core is good at making you familiar with and accepting everything presented here. This group of turkeys is probably no exception." Xiao Baichuan explained.

"Maybe." Number One accepted this statement with some hesitation. Although he was not convinced, he did not dwell on it. After all, he did not want to waste his precious brain cells on side quests.

It's rare that he still remembers what he came here for.

"Ahem," Number One interrupted the turkey meeting, "Okay everyone, time is running out, can you take me to find fish now?"

An Han nodded and calmly ended the short meeting. He didn't care whether the turkeys understood him or not, because he said it just to straighten out his own thoughts + to trick these stupid turkeys into following him on the adventure.

After analysis, a clearer goal was reached, which made An Han take more confident and brisk steps when leading the team. He even looked more impressive than the real captain Yingying. However, he always controlled his position, always staying behind Yingying and not crossing her.

Yingying snorted through her nose. Seeing that Anhan was proud but not carried away, she didn't care about it. She just walked in front and marched in step.

Number One lay on the edge of the boat, his eyes fixed on the flock of chickens in front of him. He watched the little interactions between Anhan and Yingying carefully, and couldn't help pouting.

"I still feel that they look familiar, which is different from the familiarity of the dream core." Number One deliberately did not use the secret channel to communicate with the little white boat, but said directly, "I think... maybe I know them."

Of course, these words did not escape Yingying's ears, as she always listened to what others said.

Yingying stopped marching, stood at attention, turned around, looked the boat and No. 1 up and down again, and said seriously: "Haha."

Number One covered his face and said, "Perhaps, we can find some other ways to communicate?"

Xiao Baichuan suggested: "Why don't we add them to the group chat? Ning Yao's secret channel uses spiritual consciousness to communicate directly, so there will be no language barrier. As long as the other party has the ability to organize language, it will be fine."

Number One: "Can you invite people to join the group?"

Little White Boat: "I can't do that. This needs to be done by the group owner or the administrator."

Number One's eyes lit up: "The group leader is dead, so as the first-in-line heir, can I inherit his group?"

"What a filial son!" Little White Boat sighed, "Luckily he died early, otherwise he would have been pissed off to death by you sooner or later."

Number One gladly accepted the role of filial son and eagerly began to research the secret channel.

An Han came close to Yingying, his face full of gossip: "Do you know this child?"

Yingying shook her head firmly: "He is the second human being I have ever seen. Before that, I had only seen the farmer." "Really?" Anhan asked.

"What do you mean?" Yingying asked back, "You don't believe me? Can I still lie to you?"

"Of course I completely trust you," An Han quickly smoothed Yingying's hair, "but I think maybe our brains, uh, I mean memory, may not be reliable."

Yingying glared at him: "You just want to say that I'm stupid!"

"Absolutely not!" An Han swore to the sky.

"Just think about it, you feel familiar with this place just like me, right?"

Yingying nodded hesitantly.

An Han stamped his feet and said, "So this is totally wrong! We are captive turkeys who have never left the farm. How can we feel familiar with the city and school? According to normal logic, we have never been to the city and school. We should not even know these concepts at all, let alone be 'familiar' with them?"

While they were talking, neither the flock of chickens nor the boat stopped moving; they were still approaching the "center point" of the school.

The closer I get, the more familiar it becomes, but also the more uneasy I feel.

"What you said makes me feel a little nervous..." Yingying slowed down her pace. They had already walked through the small square behind the school gate and were passing through the first teaching building.

"Don't stop," An Han urged, "Although there is no evidence, I always feel that all the questions will be answered in the box."

Yingying would never allow herself to let down her guard in front of her younger brothers, so she made up her mind: "Let's go."

Walking through the corridor on the first floor of the teaching building, the white walls on both sides were covered with various portraits of celebrities and famous quotes. But when they stopped to take a closer look, the strokes of the characters seemed to be inexplicably broken up, and the horizontal, vertical, left and right strokes were all crookedly scattered all over the white paper.

The faces of the celebrity portraits are also covered with thick mosaics, making it impossible to obtain any clear information from them.

"I'm afraid that just like the campus map at the entrance, all the 'rigorous text and information details' will be blurred, but I don't understand why they are done this way. If the map can still be regarded as a useful tool for us, so it is covered up, then why are these famous quotes that are useless to us treated like this?" An Han tried to analyze the motives of the "person behind the scenes."

"Is there important information in famous quotes?" Yingying asked.

An Han shook his head: "Although this is possible, I don't think so. Wouldn't it be easier to just remove it than to go through so much trouble to deal with the text?"

"Oh, this is not a special treatment. It's just that the dream core cannot accurately synthesize the correct text information, so I just make do with it."

"So that's it... Huh? Where does the sound come from?!" An Han stood there in a daze, his eyes wide in shock.

Number One jumped off the boat and waved to him in a friendly manner. He didn't open his mouth, but the voice came clearly into his mind.

"Hello, I added you to the group chat without your permission, do you mind?"

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