Rules-related weird stories: 4016

"No, no, no!!!"

"Control! Control!!"

If this continues, Lin Yi is really afraid that his dream will suddenly be interrupted. So, he keeps telling himself to calm down, or at least find a way to draw his attention away from this strange thinking!

But this self-hypnotic suggestion has no effect. So, he wants to silently recite the traditional concentration mantra—[I am Lin Yi, my student number is...]

However, he realizes that this method of strengthening self-awareness might also take him out of the current dream while achieving its effect. Therefore, after careful consideration in a short period of time, he comes up with a wonderful idea.

"Stockinged beauties!"

He starts to recall stockinged beauties in his mind!

However, the problem reappears. Without the assistance of H-manga, and after experiencing a day of bizarre events, relying solely on daydreaming is simply unrealistic. He needs at least to have seen H-manga for a while. This simply doesn't fit the current fast pace!

He can't get into it. He can't get into it at all!

But he doesn't give up. A flash of inspiration strikes him, and a pair of fair, slender, round, and straight long legs appear in his mind as if sent by a heavenly soldier…

"Boss!"

The moment this thought pops up in his mind, Lin Yi suddenly feels a little itchy on the back, the part that made intimate contact with the boss's foot.

Good heavens, his attention is instantly drawn away from those absurd thoughts!

In one breath, he fiercely recalls the scene of the boss sitting by the pool in a swimsuit, splashing water with her feet, and the scene of her wrapped in a bath towel, performing a Leo Flying Kick past him…

Back and forth, he suddenly feels that the world around him is no longer distorted, and the hallucinations of cracks and the like have completely disappeared.

"As expected, bare legs and jade feet are the eternal truth…"

Even Lin Yi, who is deeply caught in the conflict between the Stockinged Older Sister Sect and the White Silk Lolita Sect and doesn't know which to choose, has to admit the power of the Bare Legs and Jade Feet Sect at this moment.

The power of faith, to this extent, is truly terrifying!

After regaining his sanity, Lin Yi doesn't bother with Mao Feiyang, whose spirit has already begun to show problems, because there is more than a day's difference between him and Mao Feiyang. He just dreamed of this scene.

Although this dream is so real that it surpasses his understanding of dreams.

He quickly observes the surrounding environment and then discovers a problem.

There is no light in the corridor.

He also looks at the doors of some nearby dormitories and finds that there is also darkness in the gaps under the doors.

Combining this with the dormitory's lights-out policy, he immediately infers that the current time should be past midnight…

"In other words, the time when Maozi arrived at the dormitory building was between 0:00 and 6:00 on May 7th…"

"He… walked in the stairwell for so long? From 7:00 PM until now?"

Lin Yi narrowed his eyes.

He glanced at "himself."

Under the yellow knitted shirt are a pair of somewhat thin and dark palms…

"Huh?!"

He suddenly realizes a problem—

After lunch, he lost himself when he looked down at the moss, and then a hallucination appeared of himself standing on the platform of the castle, painting.

In the hallucination, he was wearing a yellow knitted shirt!

In other words…

"If I accidentally 'substituted' into Maozi's first-person perspective at that time, then according to the time… Maozi really arrived at the art building and started the so-called 'art journey'?"

"In other words…"

He looks at "his" hands, feeling the boundless fear surging within him, and suddenly finds it somewhat impossible to connect the current Mao Feiyang with the him painting in front of the castle half a day later.

At this moment, he feels "himself" slowly stand up, leaning on the door of 「2820」.

But at this moment, a voice suddenly comes from inside the 「2820」 dormitory:

“Student, why haven't you returned to the dormitory yet? Do you want to come in and make do for a while?”

The sudden invitation makes Mao Feiyang, already surrounded by fear, panic. He staggers backward and accidentally bumps into the door of 「2819」 across the hall.

“Student, do you want to enter our dormitory?”

A seductive, hoarse voice rings out from the 「2819」 dormitory, like an old witch tempting Snow White to eat a poisoned apple.

Mao Feiyang's scalp tingles, and he scrambles away from the 「2819」 dormitory.

He hugs himself, shivering and shrinking in the dim corridor of the dormitory building, not daring to make any sound, but his upper and lower jaws tremble uncontrollably, making a series of "ge ka da da da da da" teeth-chattering sounds.

Lin Yi's gaze also returns from the door of the 「2819」 dormitory, looking at the door of 「2820」 as if seeing a ghost.

He suddenly remembers that behind that door is not a dormitory at all, but that strange stalactite cave stone path.

But now, in the stalactite cave's stone path, the question that should have been asked by a resident student is ringing out.

"Could it be that behind the current door is a dormitory?" Lin Yi instantly breaks out in a cold sweat, feeling the pressure suddenly rise.

[I went to look for the stairwell, it's ridiculous, there is no stairwell at all!]

Tian Bufan's words ring in his ears again, like thunder, deafening.

How familiar is this familiar scene in front of him, exactly like when they left the stairwell and entered the teacher's office, and then found that the stairwell had become a classroom when they came out!

Now, the stairwell has become a dormitory, seemingly a random dormitory.

In other words, last night, Mao Feiyang pushed open the door of the 「2820」 dormitory and arrived at the dormitory building. When he closed the door, he cut off the connection with the stairwell, and the world behind the door reverted to the 「2820」 dormitory.

"This…? !"

Lin Yi's scalp tingles.

“What… what exactly is going on?” Mao Feiyang shivers, “What about… the promised art journey?”

His voice is trembling and weak, and he feels a sense of emptiness from the bottom of his heart.

Gradually, a dense white fog spreads out from an unknown place, gradually engulfing Mao Feiyang's body.

Lin Yi knows that he can't change anything, but he still becomes anxious, even though he "foresees the future" and knows that Mao Feiyang will eventually appear in the castle, the unknown process still makes him feel worried.

“Don’t be afraid… don’t be afraid… I will meet the art teacher, I will meet the art teacher…” Mao Feiyang murmurs to himself.

At this moment, the sound of a lock turning suddenly rings out in the white fog-covered corridor.

"Click! Click! Click…"

The door lock of dormitory 2820 starts to turn, and the door lock of dormitory 2819 also turns, then 2818, 2817…

Before long, it seems that all the door locks are turning, but not a single door is completely opened.

"Bang! Bang bang bang!! Bang bang bang!!!"

A low roar rings out from inside the dormitory doors, as if the people inside are issuing a helpless rage because they can't open the doors.

"Bang bang bang!"

"Bang, bang, bang!"

The person inside the door was衝撞 the dormitory door as if they had gone mad, but the sturdy door remained unmoved.

The enormous commotion frightened Mao Feiyang greatly, his lips trembling as he dared not move, like a small boy shivering in the rain, hearing the thunder.

Suddenly, in the misty, dim corridor, a sound of wind inexplicably arose…

The icy wind was extremely subtle, like a sudden gust of cold air from a cave, swirling the mist as it brushed past Mao Feiyang's arm, creating a feeling of a ghostly wind blowing out the lamp in the dead of night.

The hairs on Mao Feiyang's arm trembled violently for a moment, and soon he heard a "drip, drip" sound, as if water droplets were falling from the corridor ceiling, landing beside him and splashing up a little.

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He suddenly felt that his pants were a little wet, so he subconsciously touched the ground.

His body suddenly stiffened.

His hand touched a puddle of water, no, a sheet of water…

The floor where he had been squatting had, unknowingly, become covered in a sheet of water.

The entire corridor was filled with a thin layer of water; the water wasn't deep, not even the thickness of a shoe sole, but beneath the water were slippery stones covered in moss.

It was hard to imagine that this was the corridor of a dormitory building; it was more like a small stream beside a village, or a step beside a riverbank that was often flooded.

Mao Feiyang mustered his courage and reached out to stir the mist, but found that the surroundings were a hazy white world.

He touched the floor beneath him again, and his understanding of this world became even more confused.

The mist seemed to have submerged the entire world; if Mao Feiyang's subconscious hadn't anchored himself in the dormitory corridor, he wouldn't know where he would have ended up.

"Where am I…?" Mao Feiyang muttered to himself, quickly becoming doubtful of his location.

Mao Feiyang's words fell into the ears of Lin Yi, who was in the first-person perspective, and immediately frightened him.

Lin Yi knew that once one's cognition became unclear in an abnormal environment, the layer in which they were located would inevitably begin to fall, but Mao Feiyang, of course, didn't know these things.

Having experienced Mao Feiyang's sudden transition through three completely different environments in the stairwell, he simply didn't believe that the surrounding environment was normal.

The only thought supporting him to persevere was that he would meet the art teacher and begin his artistic journey.

"The Artistic Journey," this was his last resort.

Lin Yi touched the water stain beneath him, touched the mossy stones, and then calmed down to observe this world submerged in mist.

His mind raced, and one world after another that had appeared in his hallucinations flashed through his mind, trying to find a world that "matched" this one.

But he couldn't match anything.

Beneath the mist was an even deeper mist; the only clue was the moss immersed in the water.

"Moss…?"

He narrowed his eyes, feeling the moss in the water through Mao Feiyang's touch.

The incredibly clear sensation was transmitted to Lin Yi through Mao Feiyang's palm.

For a moment, he actually had the illusion of Zhuang Zhou dreaming of a butterfly.

Did Zhou dream of becoming a butterfly, or did the butterfly dream of becoming Zhou?

In the dream, who am I, and how do I know if it is my dream?

Just then, he caught some other sounds in the wind…

"Swish… swish… swish…"

It was the sound of the wind dancing in the waves, the sound of a whistle swirling in the wind, and some kind of song from a distant place…

"It's… the ocean!"

[If you hear any sounds that remind you of the ocean, such as wind, waves, whistles, or songs, do not doubt that you are mistaken. Please tell yourself with the firmest conviction: 'This is sleep aid music provided by the dormitory for students with insomnia,' and do not think too much about things in this direction.] Dormitory Rule 2 [Special Circumstances Edition] began in Lin Yi's mind in an extremely explosive way.

"Ocean, wind, fog, singing… and moss!"

All kinds of elements converged in Lin Yi's mind, gradually weaving a terrifying conjecture.

"Could this be… that cliff?!"

He had had a hallucination in the dormitory corridor, seeing himself standing vertically on the steep cliff face, parallel to the sea surface.

So… the dormitory corridor, in terms of layers, has a certain "falling" relationship with the layer of the world where the cliff is located?

If there is a falling threshold between the two layers, then the core factor that determines where they are is whether they anchor themselves on the positive or negative side of the Y-axis!

The mist began to show signs of floating along with the sound of the wind and other strange sounds. Nightmares seemed to follow one after another, and a kind of wailing whisper that did not belong to the campus but belonged to another world seemed to drift from the depths of the boundless sea of suffering.

In a trance, Lin Yi seemed to see a long and ancient age of ignorance in the eerie mist.

On a remote island in the depths of the sea, a group of strangely dressed primitives wearing skull masks with feathers inserted in them, waving bone-made staffs, danced a strange dance with extremely uncoordinated body movements around a huge bonfire in the darkness.

A kind of prayer that humans cannot accurately utter, filled with an evil taste, and chilling, floated around them like ghosts:

"I AvgruNnen av tKe og mrke jaGer forTapte Sjeler fanTome"

No living being's will could resist such a sound; even some of the syllables alone were enough to make people feel chilled to the bone, feeling their own insignificance and weakness. Mao Feiyang felt that his soul was about to be torn into pieces.

Pain, fear, cold, insignificance, death…

Countless negative emotions flowed from Mao Feiyang's body to Lin Yi's body, allowing him to empathize and once again fall into this endless storm of suffering as if he were experiencing it himself…

Lin Yi painfully grabbed "his own" hair. He wanted to let out a painful cry, but his throat was as if a cork had been stuffed into it, unable to make any sound. In the end, he could only make a "woo woo woo" sound, and even his face turned red like pig liver.

In a trance, Lin Yi saw patches of illusory shadows in his distorted and blurred vision, not knowing whether they were phantoms formed by the superposition of the lingering mist, or whether some indescribable creatures had really appeared…

These shadows seemed to be souls lost in the abyss and shadows.