Rules-related weird stories: 4016

“Oh, oh, oh… no need, no need, let’s just go to the cafeteria.” Mao Feiyang touched his arm, feeling a little uncomfortable.

These numb pseudo-humans were like wandering souls queuing up to drink Meng Po soup in the underworld, looking quite eerie.

Lin Yi's eyes lit up, seeing this scene, he suddenly had a sense of closure—wasn't this the scene of those pseudo-humans leaving the classroom before the sun came out?

He didn't expect to see the scene outside the classroom from Mao Feiyang's perspective!

He saw some of these pseudo-humans going down the steps and heading towards the green belt after leaving the classroom, while others were heading towards the elevator.

He knew this: the pseudo-humans who went to the green belt would turn into a human-shaped sculpture formation during the day, while those who entered the elevator would turn into that soft, rubbery state, filling the entire elevator.

«Wait, that's not right!» A question suddenly popped up in Lin Yi's mind: even if Mu Daxian and Mao Zi really got the student commemorative coins and returned to the teaching building, they would also take the elevator back to the art building, so why not leave now?!

«Wait, wait, wait… That's right! That's not right!»

“That’s not right, Brother Xian!” As if telepathically connected, Mao Feiyang also had the same question as Lin Yi at this moment—

“Brother Xian, why don’t we take the elevator back now?”

Mao Feiyang asked a question full of logic.

«That's right, why not go back now?» This was also Lin Yi's question.

Since they were both taking the elevator back from here, why not take advantage of the present and go back directly, instead of making an extra trip to the cafeteria? Unless there was another hidden reason? Lin Yi was puzzled.

Mu Daxian replied without thinking: “First, the ‘aura’ of Him on you is too strong. If we take the elevator now and there are still Smirking Angels who haven’t left, then we will surely die.”

“Going to the cafeteria can not only get student commemorative coins, but also take advantage of the streetlights to wash away some of His aura.”

“Second, I have a friend over there who might be able to help us heal the injuries on our arms.”

“The so-called sharpening your knife doesn't delay your woodcutting, that's the idea.”

“Just because I said to try to come back at 6 o'clock to catch the elevator doesn't mean that this is an absolutely successful thing.”

“If we still can’t catch it, then the two of us, each with a ruined arm, will have to survive here until the next 0 o'clock…”

“Like me now, some trump cards can’t be used, but if this ‘baguette’ is healed, then it’s different.” Mu Daxian flicked his left arm, the hard left arm was like an authentic old baguette bread.

“This kind of controllable risk must be reduced as much as possible, or… eliminated, understand?”

“Oh—I understand!” Mao Feiyang showed a look of realization.

The two went down the steps and then walked along the streetlights.

The rainstorm didn't know when it had stopped, and the mist gradually retracted back to the mountain, leaving only a thin layer of water vapor permeating the campus, like dry ice.

A hint of fish-belly white appeared on the eastern mountainside, and the faint light of dawn had not yet penetrated the heavy clouds, but the mountains already showed a gray-blue texture.

This was a sign of dawn.

Just like in all zombie movies, the appearance of the sun means "safety", the arrival of this ray of dawn also heralded the temporary fading of the terrifying phenomenon of last night, and the whole world seemed to be covered with a hazy glow.

On the cobblestone road under the steps, there was still some standing water in the uneven gaps, reflecting a halo-like light under the streetlights, like a mirror shattered on the ground.

Several crystal-clear raindrops hung on the outer wall of the teaching building. They looked like broken glass shards in the light of the streetlights. They slid down the wall, making a faint ticking sound.

A moist atmosphere permeated the air, mixing the scent of grass and soil together, floating under the streetlights.

The entire campus was immersed in the tranquility after the rain. Everything looked very peaceful. The only thing that had a strong sense of separation from the environment was probably the dense crowd of pseudo-humans.

These pseudo-humans avoided the light of the streetlights, plunged into the fading mist, like a group of fish fleeing back to the sea, rushing towards the green belt.

Some pseudo-humans noticed Mu Daxian and Mao Feiyang, their hollow eyes "looked" in the direction they were in, and then continued to plunge into the mist, heading straight for the green belt.

“They won’t attack us, will they?” Mao Feiyang asked worriedly. If they were besieged by pseudo-humans now, with Mu Daxian’s current state, it would probably be a disaster.

Mao Feiyang is now an underdeveloped support, even half a person's combat power is too much, and more often he is used as negative combat power.

And Mu Daxian is a remaining blood big C who has been hung with a continuous blood loss debuff. No matter how high your economy and output are, you can't beat the sea of people if you can't recover your blood.

Mu Daxian glanced at the pseudo-humans and replied faintly: “No.”

He explained: “In their eyes, our essence is the same as theirs, considered the same kind… well, or rather, considered a kind of the same kind that can be used as food.”

Mao Feiyang shivered.

Mu Daxian said: “Don’t be fooled by the pseudo-humans. They are creatures that rely purely on sensing. Their eyes can’t see people. The reason why they still turn their heads is because some human instincts still remain in their bodies.”

“This kind of instinct is like being able to ‘move’ and ‘attack’. Don’t be bluffed by it.”

“Oh…” Mao Feiyang nodded, then suddenly asked curiously, “By the way, Brother Xian, if we lure the angel sculpture to the art building, can we run to the gallery to find the night watchman?”

“The night watchman… should be very powerful, right?”

Mu Daxian slowed down a little: “The night watchman…”

As he spoke, he couldn't help but narrow his eyes, not knowing whether he was reminiscing or triggering some kind of emotion: “Since I entered the art building, I have never seen him fight, but everyone is very afraid of him.”

“He seems to always appear on a few specific watchtowers, and sometimes he goes to the clock tower…”

“Just like his title, he is like a night watchman, guarding us in places we can’t see.”

“Is the night watchman the security guard in the art building?” Mao Feiyang asked, “I don’t seem to have seen the words ‘you can ask the security guard for help in the art building’ in the art building rules and the art student rules.”

Mu Daxian nodded: “I have never seen a security guard in the art building either. I heard that there are clear regulations in the security guard rules prohibiting security guards from entering the art building, but I don’t know exactly why.”

Mao Feiyang couldn't help but lean back and gasp, looking at Mu Daxian in disbelief: “Brother Xian… you even know the 《Security Guard Rules》?!”

“Well, I know a little something…” Mu Daxian waved his hand repeatedly, but the corners of his mouth were harder to suppress than an AK, “If you want to do well on campus, it’s always good to know a little about the rules of other departments, so that you can play to your strengths and avoid your weaknesses at critical moments, and take shortcuts skillfully.”

Mao Feiyang opened his mouth: “Isn’t it said that the more you know, the easier it is to get confused?”

“It depends on the person.” Mu Daxian said, “The smarter you are, the easier it is to get confused, and the dumber you are, the more you can know. The hardest thing is for the smart to pretend to be dumb, so that you can switch back and forth, but it’s also the easiest to get into trouble.”

“Uh… Brother Xian, you must be the kind who switches back and forth, right?” Mao Feiyang rarely wanted to flatter him, but found that this time it was particularly difficult to flatter him.

If he said Mu Daxian was smart, it would be the same as saying he was easily confused.

If he said Mu Daxian knew a lot, it would be the same as scolding him for being stupid.

It was too difficult.

“That’s not the case.” Mu Daxian grinned, “I’m the fourth type. I’m smart, I know a lot, and I can switch back and forth.”

Mao Feiyang: “…”

Six, six, six… After all that, you’re just using those three types of people to praise yourself in disguise?

So Brother Xian, you are a three-surname… Mao Feiyang subconsciously wanted to blurt out some rude words, but Mu Daxian seemed to have predicted something, gave him a look, and reached for the drawing board at the same time.

“Huh?!”

Mao Feiyang quickly focused his eyes on his nose and his nose on his heart, focusing on being dog-like, silent, and silently following…

The next thing was just an ordinary journey. With the appearance of dawn, the entire campus became quiet. The pseudo-people who had been tossing around all night also retreated into the green belt. In this process, Lin Yi also discovered that some pseudo-people were dragging some corpses.

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The tragic state of those corpses was no better than that of the little genius back then. When dawn came, they would become incomplete humanoid sculptures.

The campus after the storm seemed to have been washed, and the air was filled with a faint mist and the scent of nature. The wet cobblestone road also seemed to be glowing.

The leaves of the green belt were covered with crystal water droplets, which dripped down from time to time with the breeze, making a crisp sound.

"Swish…"

"Swish…"

For a moment, it was difficult to tell whether the sound came from the leaves or the pseudo-people. It was clear that the mountains and plains were full of pseudo-people, but the entire environment gave Mao Feiyang a feeling of chilling terror.

There was no way around it. There were piles of dead people and only two living people. It was already good enough not to feel scared.

Mao Feiyang “looked” at a certain pseudo-person, then retracted his gaze, looked at the streetlights around the cobblestone road, and couldn’t help but say, “Brother Xian, it seems that some streetlights are off…”

Mu Daxian glanced around faintly: “This is normal. Although the streetlights are supposed to be on from 18:00 on the same day to 6:00 the next day, they will still go out under the influence of irresistible factors.”

“Like you blowing up the streetlights…?” Mao Feiyang restrained himself all the way, but still couldn’t help but say something rude.

Mu Daxian frowned: “What, do you want to learn? You seem to care a lot.”

Mao Feiyang pursed his lips, thinking that he really wanted to learn, but if he learned it, he wouldn’t be able to run away. Were there any small tricks that he could learn a little and still run away…

Of course, he couldn’t say this even if his mouth slipped. Even he himself felt that this approach was too cheap. He was afraid that before he could blow up the streetlights, Mu Daxian would explode gold coins on the spot and insert the streetlight pole he had rubbed by hand over there…

Seeing Mao Feiyang so “well-behaved,” Mu Daxian’s tone softened a little: “Streetlights possess extraordinary power and can serve as our or the sports students’ ‘backup hidden energy’ when necessary.”

“However, this operation is like you running out of energy in your spaceship, so you go and rub a nuclear fusion by hand. It’s a desperate measure and has a great backlash on yourself. I wouldn’t do it unless I had to.”

“The incident with the Smiling Angel just now was a life-and-death situation, so as long as you don’t die, you can do whatever it takes. The measures you choose should be based on disregard for cost and efficiency.”

“Now that it’s not a life-and-death situation, then we need to switch to maintaining our own state. So let’s go to the cafeteria first. Heal if you need to heal, eat if you need to eat, and replenish student memorial coins if you need to replenish student memorial coins.”

Mu Daxian calmly analyzed his approach based on actual combat, subtly imparting experience to Mao Feiyang.

It should be said that the art department first has actual combat and then supplements you with theory, focusing on analysis and summarization, learning from the past to know the new.

This approach makes learning impressive and efficient, but it’s a bit life-threatening.

“Besides that… Hmm?!” Mu Daxian suddenly frowned, his sharp eyes locking onto a streetlight not far away like a falcon.

“Damn it, everyone else ran away, why are there still two reckless youths here?”

He sneered and walked quickly towards the streetlight pole.

He saw that the streetlight pole was already dying, and next to the pole were two pseudo-people, absorbing the extraordinary power of the streetlight with a fanatical expression.

“Not enough… not enough…”

“Want to eat more…”

“We need more people…”

As he got closer, Mao Feiyang seemed to hear them talking, but upon closer inspection, he found that their mouths hardly moved, and he couldn’t help but feel a chill in his heart.

They didn’t speak, so what did I hear?

At this moment, Mu Daxian walked to the streetlight and greeted: “Hey.”

One of the students immediately turned to him stiffly, like a puppet, and then the muscles on his face wriggled very awkwardly, eventually turning into a poker-faced smile: “Oh, classmate, you’ve come at the right time, we…”

"Dong!"

The huge drawing board directly smashed on its head, swinging its head onto the streetlight pole, deforming like cotton.

Mu Daxian only had one hand to use, but the technique of swinging the drawing board had the style of Yang Guo wielding the Xuan Tie Heavy Sword, “Heavy sword has no edge, great skill is clumsy.”

Before the two pseudo-people could react, Mu Daxian had smashed them flat under the streetlight pole.

Mao Feiyang quickly followed like a condor that couldn’t fly, looking at the two pseudo-people on the ground who were no longer human, and asked doubtfully: “Brother Xian, didn’t you say they can’t be killed, why waste your energy in vain?”

Mu Daxian said calmly: “Unable to destroy and unable to kill are two different concepts… Different regions and different objects cannot be generalized.”

“Moreover…” Mu Daxian suddenly paused.

Mao Feiyang quickly asked: “Moreover what?”

Thank you to book friends “usjdnshhs” and “琳 skylark” for the reward!!

Please take a day off on Sunday. I’ve been working night shifts for a week and my little head is dizzy. I need to slow down… Please forgive me, Orz