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Chapter 284: Hallucination, Faceless, Tian Bufan, and… Class 18 of Group C?!

In a daze, he seemed to see Wei Shan's back. His mind conjured up the image of Wei Shan surrounded by sky-blue vapor in front of another passageway in the cafeteria…

“Wei Shan…?”

But the next moment, Wei Shan's phantom dissipated, replaced by Boss's figure!

Boss's originally somewhat sluggish movements suddenly sped up again. Lin Yi still made a dodging motion based on subconscious muscle memory…

However, this time, Boss's speed continued to increase. When Lin Yi displayed the kind of afterimage characteristic of Asura Flash, her figure also blurred for a moment, and she instantly burst out with extreme speed that surpassed Lin Yi's flash!

She predicted the location where Lin Yi would flash. The instant Lin Yi dodged away, she stepped on the ground with one foot at an even faster speed, then twisted her body and delivered a reverse kick, accurately hitting Lin Yi's chest the moment he landed—

「Thump—」

Lin Yi couldn't tell at that moment whether Boss had hit him directly with her heel or with the ball of her foot. He didn't have time to feel it, and he couldn't think about those details at all…

In that instant, he only felt a terrifying pressure as if Mount Tai were collapsing on his chest. The surging pressure that came like an overwhelming flood was like being tied to a stone slab and then blasted by the exhaust of an airplane…

In fact, at the moment of impact, he didn't even have any extra sensations—he only had that simplest sense of contact.

The next moment, he was knocked out of that state. The dim light, the cool and calm thinking… all disappeared. His vision was stretched, and the lights in front of him began to blur and flicker…

His entire field of vision turned into a line. He felt that he had been kicked away by Boss, flying and flying… about to fly to the end of the world.

Then, while he was in mid-air, the pain nerves on his body began to send pain signals to his brain…

First, it was a strange feeling of icy coldness, and within the coldness, there was a faint, scorching, stinging pain, as if his chest had been cut open in the dead of winter and a piece of solid ice had been placed on his sternum…

Cold and hot, he couldn't tell them apart anymore. In short, it was a stinging pain that couldn't be described in words…

He seemed to be able to see spiderweb-like cracks spreading out from his chest as the center, covering his entire skeleton, and then the cracks began to spread from the bones to the flesh…

「This is… Boss's version of Green Hat's Bounding Destruction Flying Kick?」

「Boss… thinks… too… highly… of… me…」

Under the onslaught of excruciating pain, Lin Yi's consciousness gradually blurred…

He felt his body was very light, floating like a kite with a broken string in a strong wind, drifting and drifting, drifting and drifting…

He felt that the boundless pain was faintly leaving him, and he felt that thin clouds had appeared around him…

He seemed to be in the clouds, that… similar to the clouds in his dreams.

「Dream…?」

「Am… I dreaming…?」

Lin Yi's mind was dizzy, but he could perceive that this was not real.

But strangely and absurdly, he couldn't remember that he had just been hit by Boss's deadly flying kick…

Gradually, he heard the sound of “whooshing” wind in his ears. Along with the wind, there was the “clang, clang, clang” sound of iron chains shaking in the wind…

He felt his body getting heavier and heavier. Gradually, it seemed that an invisible force was dragging his body down. When the feeling of standing on solid ground appeared, the thin clouds around him suddenly dissipated.

He found himself in that abandoned classroom with its interlaced light and shadows and full of scars. He was surrounded by rows and rows of dilapidated bookshelves.

In the distance, the glass of that window had a huge and hideous hole. The broken fragments resembled a blood-filled mouth with fangs.

「This is… the bookshelf area in the Hallucination?!」

Lin Yi looked around in horror, but this time, the entire environment was more real than ever before.

【Lin Yi…】

【Take us with you…】

【Take us away… let’s go together…】

【Hahaha…】

The broken sculptures suspended from the top of the bookshelf area by chains swayed constantly in the wind, making strange laughter, as if humming some kind of movement in a murmured tone…

Lin Yi found that his vision moved uncontrollably, as if being driven by an invisible force through the bookshelf area.

In his ears were the “rustling” sound of torn newspapers shaking in the wind, the “soughing” sound of wind constantly passing through the bookshelf area, the clanging sound of iron chains constantly shaking, and the eerie laughter of broken sculptures…

Before his eyes were rows and rows of bookshelves flashing past, and then yellowed pages of books swirling in the wind.

Those pages rustled, and at a glance, he could see that the pages were filled with strange languages of unknown races, or文字 symbols that were between ancient cuneiform and hieroglyphs…

Strings of numbers were vaguely visible on the newspaper, he didn't know if they were dates or something…

“He” kept running, occasionally bumping into a few bookshelves. However, these dilapidated abandoned bookshelves, even though some were tilted, still gave a feeling of hardness like stubborn rocks when “he” bumped into them, shaking his body until it was sore and numb…

“He” finally ran out of the bookshelf area, but the iron chains above his head were still shaking non-stop, and the broken sculptures kept mocking, as if saying “he” would never be able to run out of here.

When “he” rushed out of the bookshelf area, the scene in front of him brought him great shock again.

Behind the bookshelf area was… a lecture hall!

「This is indeed still a classroom… not a library!」

Lin Yi once thought that this hallucination was seeing the library in Building D, but now it seems… it isn't?!

Or rather… how credible is this hallucination after all?

If it's not a dream, it seems to have very low credibility. It may be a hallucination formed by piecing together various information elements from the brain!

The lecture hall was filled with pseudo-human experimenters like human-shaped tombstones. They were deeply embedded in the seats, each with their eyes closed, seemingly without even breathing, motionless, looking as if they were dead. They didn't react at all as “he” shuttled through the chairs…

“He” ran down the steps and ran to the door of the classroom. The eerie wind followed him like a shadow, bringing more and more sounds.

“He” was already far away from the broken window, but the howling and rapid wind sound did not decrease but increased.

【Where are you going…】

【You can’t leave…】

【Come back… take us with you…】

【Take us with you…】

【Hehe he… hahaha…】

【Hehe he…】

Ignoring the mockery of those broken sculptures, “he” yanked open the door of the classroom and rushed out!

The instant he opened the door, Lin Yi inexplicably turned back to look—

It was a classroom, with a nameplate!

He had to see which classroom it was!

However, when his gaze fell upon the nameplate, a chilling, bone-deep sense of terror instantly spread from the depths of his heart, making him feel as if he had fallen into an ice cellar.

He saw the nameplate clearly read—

"C Group, Class 18"

"‘C Group, Class 18’...? !"

"This... where is this...? !"

Lin Yi quickly shifted his gaze, directing his attention from the handrail in the corridor to the outside, only to see that the teaching building was enveloped in a thick cloud layer, as dense as a heavy quilt.

The floor where C Group, Class 18 was located had actually penetrated into the clouds!

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This teaching building stood isolated in the clouds, surrounded by nothing, yet there seemed to be even higher floors, leading to some unknown world.

At the end of the corridor, light filtered through the mottled windows, casting distorted shadows, like the shadows of monsters from ancient myths, lurking in every dark corner.

On the walls of the corridor, peeling paint revealed mottled plaster, the traces of erosion by time and wind seemed to be revealing the secrets embedded in the walls...

A humid, musty smell permeated the swirling air, mixed with a faint scent of rust and decay, making one think of shipwrecks in the deep sea, or a forgotten library built on the coastline in some ancient European era...

Whenever the wind blew, a low, mournful sound echoed in the corridor, like the wails of countless souls, or the whispers of ancient gods.

The mist flowed slowly in the corridor, sometimes condensing into vague human figures, and sometimes dissipating, leaving only a hazy nothingness.

At the end of the corridor, there seemed to be a half-open doorway, that doorway hidden in the interplay of light and shadow, like a faint glimmer of light peeking through from an area behind a layer.

That light was not warm, but rather carried an eerie coldness, as if it were an entrance to another world.

Everything behind the door was unknown, full of temptation and danger, making people want to explore it, yet also feeling fear and terror.

After escaping from the dilapidated classroom, the entire corridor that "he" faced was like a corner forgotten by time, filled with an atmosphere of emptiness, strangeness, and indifference, as well as that feeling that reached deep into the heart, stirring up the desire to explore mysteries, yet also exuding an indescribable terror.

Here, every stone slab, every crack, seemed to hide ancient secrets...

"This... is this still a teaching building...? !"

Lin Yi tried to find a pendulum clock, trying to determine the time, but he felt that "he" was about to move, so he tried his best to focus his gaze into the crack of the door, taking advantage of the fact that this dilapidated door had not yet closed, and looked at the top of the dilapidated blackboard...

He saw that on the wall, where the paint had been eroded and peeled off by the wind, there was a shocking crack, as if it had been struck by a giant object wielded by some invisible hand.

In the very center of that crack, a broken, rusted pendulum clock was weakly swinging its pendulum.

It was just that its time had completely stopped moving, and the trembling pendulum was like the last breath hanging in the mouth of a half-dead person, faint and intermittent, yet stubbornly clinging on.

Suddenly, Lin Yi began to hear a "clang, clang, clang" sound that did not belong to this world—the sound of a train rushing past his face.

When this sound appeared, everything he saw began to flicker rapidly.

As the field of vision continued to flicker, fragmented images appeared before his eyes, like a person walking in a corridor with flickering lights, each time the light came on, he would find that he had moved forward a little, but due to the existence of darkness, the originally continuous images were cut into pieces, scattered...

His field of vision gradually appeared in front of the men's restroom...

"He" trembled as he turned on the faucet and began to wash his face...

[Lin Yi...]

[Lin... Yi...]

He seemed to hear the sound of iron chains shaking from above his head, and he slowly raised his head, only to see that the corridor was also full of tattered sculptures, and all the places where there should have been incandescent lights had become broken sculptures hanging from iron chains...

[Lin Yi...]

He seemed to hear a voice coming from the front...

He realized that this voice came from the mirror, so he tremblingly raised his head...

The person in the mirror was a bald man without any facial features!

That faceless self, the muscles on his face wriggled, his mouth opened and closed, but his mouth was covered by the skin of his face, leaving only an "O" shape...

Lin Yi's spine turned cold, the already icy coldness made him feel as if someone had pulled out his spine, thrown it into ice water full of ice cubes and soaked it for three days and three nights, and then reinstalled it into his flesh and blood...

That unspeakable, indescribable sense of terror, was icy and piercing, so cold that it seemed to freeze his bone marrow, making him feel a deep sense of suffocation.

"He" frantically washed his face... He didn't know how long he washed, but he looked at the mirror again.

Finally, a human face with facial features appeared in the mirror, but that face was not his own, but...

Tian Bufan.

"Tian... Young Master Tian...? !" Lin Yi's heart trembled, and he seemed to have thought of something, "This... could this be Young Master Tian's perspective...? !"

"He... is he exploring the area on the 5th floor and above of the teaching building...? !"

"But... that's not right, why...? !"

Why would those sculptures call out his name—"Lin Yi", instead of "Tian Bufan"?!

The brief clarity brought about by thinking diluted the boundless fear that was about to dominate him in the previous moment, and gradually, the field of vision in front of him also began to flicker from black and white, turning into flickering between two different perspectives...

He sometimes saw this abandoned, dilapidated teaching building, and sometimes he saw the kind of teaching building where he was originally...

He heard the sound of the broken sculptures hanging from chains and the strange calls and jeers, the swirling, sharp sound of the wind, but he couldn't hear anything clearly, leaving only that absolute stillness...

He seemed to see corridor lights, one incandescent lamp after another hanging from the ceiling, quietly blooming with soft light...

However, in those incandescent lights, he seemed to see something unusual, some dazzling light, like... LED lights?

Just as he was somewhat dazed and confused, his ears seemed to hear a distant call with a hint of urgency in the midst of the noise and absolute stillness...

"Lin Yi..."