Rules-related weird stories: 4016

This little slope isn't actually that steep. The cobblestone roads of S City University seem to have been deliberately laid out to avoid some strange terrain. So, the problem isn't whether the slope is steep, but that this slope is at S City University. If you slip, there's no telling where you might end up.

Of course, this seemed to be the problem Wei Liang was considering.

On the other side, Lin Yi was already drenched in sweat.

When was the last time he experienced problems with his "vision" in the cafeteria area?

May 7th, right?

It wasn't even yesterday!

On May 7th, he didn't see the cafeteria in front of the notice board; instead, he saw a steep cliff. It took him a great deal of effort to climb back into his own layer and pull himself back.

He didn't expect to have problems again now, and this time, the shift in layers felt even more natural than the last time!

Without any warning, without any sign, it was impossible to guard against!

This eerie sense of infiltration, like a silent drizzle, made Lin Yi's hair stand on end.

"There..." Lin Yi slowly approached the 「Cafeteria-051」 streetlight pole.

"Damn, Lao Lin, you're still going there?" Wei Liang said anxiously.

Lin Yi turned his head and said, "This time is different. I won't get close to that slope, I'm just looking at the streetlight pole."

Actually, he was originally going to look at the streetlight pole, but he seemed to be drawn by some indescribable aura, crossing the boundary of the streetlight pole.

"You... be careful," Wei Liang couldn't help but say.

"Yeah." Lin Yi nodded and came back to the 「Cafeteria-051」 streetlight pole.

He gently stroked the streetlight pole, searching for the aura carrying 「malice」 and trying to awaken 「His Vision」...

Gradually, a hazy mist began to emerge from his body, giving a sense of fleeting shadows. At the same time, the hairs on his arms began to stand on end, sensing the surrounding coldness like static electricity.

The warm morning sunlight began to lose its warmth on Lin Yi's body, and a sinister chill seemed to slowly seep out of the void, swirling around Lin Yi like a fog, beginning to squeeze the hazy mist on his body.

Wei Shan seemed to sense something and was on high alert, about to approach Lin Yi, but Tian Bufan raised his hand to stop him.

Wei Liang, on the other hand, was uncharacteristically silent, watching Lin Yi from the side, not knowing what he was thinking.

He gently tugged at the brim of his baseball cap, and the upper half of his face entered a shadow where no light could be found. No expression could be seen on his face, and the previous look of worry seemed to have been completely erased.

At this moment, Lin Yi vaguely felt as if an abyss had opened up behind him, and a bizarre aura, like invisible tentacles, slowly stretched out from it, wrapping around his body along with the cold aura.

Lin Yi's heart was as clear as ice, and he was not affected by this feeling. Before long, the sky-blue vapor was once again observed by his vision.

He lowered his head slightly and saw the magma-like tomato sauce flowing under the cobblestone road, like it was overflowing. As he moved his gaze, it fell on the streetlight pole beside him.

This streetlight pole, which had lost its number, seemed to have its sky-blue energy flow cut off. The extraordinary power in the tomato sauce magma could only linger and squirm at its base, unable to surge into the light bulb like a siphon.

「This streetlight pole was abandoned because the number was not replenished in time...」

「Repairing streetlight poles is the responsibility of the black-aproned chefs... Does this mean that something happened to the group of black-aproned chefs?」

Lin Yi didn't know when the black-aproned chefs were dispatched, but judging from the fact that the rules didn't mention them, the "attendance" time of the black-aproned chefs must not be seen by the experience students, so Lin Yi speculated that it might be between 21:00 on the same day and 6:40 on the following day.

During this time, the black-aproned chefs should leave the cafeteria and transform into maintenance workers to maintain some facilities in the campus, because in the past few days, he had not found any abandoned streetlight poles near the cobblestone road.

According to Mu Daxian, if this kind of streetlight pole is abandoned, it will be abandoned in the green belt, and it will not "return" here with the restoration of the layer.

And at this failed streetlight pole, the 「malice」 was clearer than in other areas. It accompanied the cold wind from the green belt, mixed in a strange and evil aura, seeping in bit by bit.

「Streetlight poles are like fences, even when they are not lit, they have a certain 'effect'!」

「They can block the infiltration of malice from other layers!」

「So that's how it is!」

Lin Yi understood this at this moment, but what was incredible was that the person who "guided" him to pay attention to the streetlight pole...

Was Wei Liang.

No, it was—Zhuge Wei Liang.

「Could it be that 'Zhuang Liangzi is too intelligent and close to being a demon'...？」

He looked at Wei Liang with a strange expression.

Wei Liang pushed his hat brim imperceptibly, revealing his face.

He was extremely unnatural under Lin Yi's gaze, thinking that Lao Lin was not right today. Did he really want to say "Brother, you smell so good"?

He couldn't help but shiver, feeling a slight tightness in his chrysanthemum area, and couldn't help but angrily rebuke: "Damn, don't look at me, can you look at something else? You're putting a lot of pressure on my chrysanthemum, uh, no, I'm under a lot of pressure!"

"Damn, I'm convinced by you! You damn... forget it, I'll talk to you later." Lin Yi glanced at Wei Liang speechlessly, then lowered his head and glanced at his watch.

6:53.

The time seemed abundant but not so abundant.

「Observe for another two minutes, if it doesn't work, go to the cafeteria first... solve breakfast and then study other things.」

He turned his gaze to the area outside the streetlight pole—a small steep slope covered with grass, and beyond that were some flower and tree roots emerging from the soil, then a sparse shrub, and then the green belt.

Soon, a wisp of aura beside his feet attracted Lin Yi's attention. He looked down and immediately discovered that the tomato sauce flowing under the cobblestone road was actually overflowing, dripping down the slope little by little. The traces formed by the flow seemed to be a hideous network composed of tentacles, as if to wrap the entire hillside.

And as his gaze followed the tomato sauce down the slope, the 「malice」 that was originally difficult to perceive flowed like a stream converging into a river, and spread out from the green belt towards him...

That 「malice」 actually spread out from the green belt in the cafeteria area!

「Could it be from the pseudo-human sculpture phalanx?」 Lin Yi pondered.

Just then, a gust of wind blew through the mountains, and the green belt seemed to come alive suddenly. The forest leaves were even more like a courtesan holding a pipa, half-covering their face, revealing something that had been covered up all along.

At that moment, Lin Yi felt a chill run through his entire body, as if he had been thrown into the freezing snow at dozens of degrees below zero.

He saw a field of sculptures.

But if it were just an ordinary sculpture formation, Lin Yi, who was used to seeing such things, wouldn't have been too surprised. The key was that those sculptures were not students, but—chefs!

At S City University, the standard for identifying a chef was not a square chef's hat, but an apron.

All the chefs wore an apron.

And these chefs in front of him were not ordinary chefs, they seemed to be… black apron chefs.

This was Lin Yi's intuition.

Although the black apron chef's apron was fundamentally different from the blue and green apron chefs' aprons—the latter two were made of oilcloth, while the black apron chef's apron was a thick leather apron like a butcher's.

Therefore, there was a clear difference in thickness between the two types of aprons.

Of course, Lin Yi didn't know if the thickness of the apron would change with petrification, so he wasn't sure if those chef sculptures were black apron chefs, and could only make a preliminary judgment based on intuition.

Moreover, these chef sculptures were not arranged neatly like a sculpture formation. They were each frozen in different poses and expressions, their faces contorted with ferocity, their eyes wide open. Some looked like the angry Vajras in temples, while others looked like hysterical super villains.

Most of their limbs were missing arms and legs, and were dilapidated. Some even had parts of their heads chopped off, and the rest were covered in scars. It was impossible to find one that was in good condition.

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When Lin Yi saw these black apron chef sculptures, his first reaction was as if he had seen the soldiers who were forever frozen in ice and snow in the mid-20th century…

These black apron chefs seemed to have fought until their oil ran out, their lamps went out, and they were completely petrified.

They no longer had any vitality, but from their faces, one could still feel a heart-stirring sense of passion.

Their bodies seemed to be entwined with a spirit of unyieldingness.

But at the same time—that strong sense of 'malice' also came from them!

【Kill—】

【Kill—】

Lin Yi's ears seemed to ring with earth-shattering roars, filled with endless rage and killing intent, surging like waves.

Where was the malice?!

There was no malice at all!!!

"That's not right!"

Lin Yi suddenly realized that the 'malice' did not come from the black apron chefs, but from—

A golden light suddenly flashed in his eyes, and his eyes pierced through the surface like a hawk… He saw it!

Around the black apron chefs, there were some feather-shaped sculpture fragments!

Petrified feather fragments!

《You can lead them over, and then I will strike!》

Old Mo's words, like thunder, exploded in Lin Yi's mind!

Those were the feathers of the angel sculptures!

Lin Yi suddenly understood—it wasn't that Old Mo had the ability to fight against the angel sculptures, but, it seemed, the black apron chef group had the ability to fight against the angel sculptures!

Could it be—some kind of transcendent characteristic attached to the profession?!

Just like the homeroom teacher-039, who seemed to have mentioned something about expulsion!

So, black apron chefs could fight against angel sculptures… but from the looks of it, the price to pay for this kind of confrontation seemed to be extremely heavy.

Lin Yi's gaze swept through the endless chef sculptures, but apart from the petrified feather fragments, he couldn't find any sculptures that looked like angel sculptures!

That is to say, so many black apron chefs died, but none of them were able to leave behind an angel sculpture?!

Or was it that he only knew what the Smiling Angel Chief looked like, and only heard Mu Daxian's description of the other two types of angel sculptures, so even if the Wrathful Angel and the Xenomorph Angel's sculptures appeared there, he might not recognize them?

He wasn't sure, so he didn't dare to jump to conclusions.

But he immediately noticed that those petrified feather fragments were very strange. At first glance, they looked like feathers, but upon closer inspection, he seemed to see something unusual…

Just as Lin Yi focused his attention on the petrified feather fragments, the feather fragments trembled slightly…

The next moment, a fine crack suddenly appeared on the feather fragment, and then, the crack burst open!

"Clang!"

The crack opened, and an eyeball stared out from the feather!

The eyeball was covered with golden circular patterns, like a hawk's eye. As soon as it appeared, the surrounding space seemed to be distorted, creating a strange sense of collapse.

Lin Yi, who was looking at it, felt a terrifying chill rush up from the top of his head at this moment. He felt as if his soul had been captured by that eye, and floated out as if being pulled out of his body!

At the same time, endless 'malice' surged towards Lin Yi like a river bursting its banks in a storm!

Lin Yi's pupils shook. He seemed to see a tsunami composed of wriggling Nightwalkers, surging towards him like a dark cloud!

"Not good!"

"I've fallen into a different layer!!"

"I must have fallen into a different layer!!!"

Lin Yi felt bad and realized instantly, he quickly reached into his pocket, grabbed his student ID, and began to roar in his heart:

"I am Lin Yi, my student ID is X0230506098, I am at the 'Cafeteria-051' streetlight pole… Not good, damn it, the streetlight pole is invalid!!"

The 'Cafeteria-051' streetlight pole had no white paint number at all!

"I am Lin Yi, my student ID is X0230506098, I am on the way to the cafeteria! I…"

【I am Lin Yi, I am… Believing in Angels!】

【I am Lin Yi, I am Believing in Angels!!!】

【Believing in Angels!!!】

A strange and demonic sound wave, twisting his will, descended from the void, like countless smoke rings surrounding his ears, floating and ethereal, but hauntingly persistent.

This sound… like an evil cult choir, but not quite, it was unknown where it came from, but it seemed to be everywhere.

Suddenly, Lin Yi saw that the chef sculptures seemed to wriggle. They were like puppets controlled by demons, wriggling their mouths, facing Lin Yi with hideous faces, chanting strange chants, as if to convert him.

【Believing in Angels!!!】

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