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Chapter 38: "Suppose..."

"Perhaps there's no principle at all?"

He smacked his lips, held the pen for a long time, and after hesitating again and again, he still didn't write down the sentence that felt very strange just by looking at it: [Ketchup is plaster.] on the notebook.

After writing this, Lin Yi squinted his eyes and pondered it repeatedly, confirming that it was almost right, then he put down the pen.

Then, he reached into his trouser pocket again and groped around.

Two pieces of paper were pulled out by him. The things recorded on these two pieces of paper were slightly longer, but essentially they were similar to sticky notes.

One piece of paper was folded very well, and the other piece was also folded very well, but it was a little wrinkled.

Lin Yi simply flipped through it to give himself a little impression.

He looked at the second item on the first piece of paper, thoughtfully.

[The class teacher seems to have a problem, but I can't say what the problem is.

Be careful of the class teacher, her eyes will turn yellow.]

He remembered that the class teacher had been exposed to food containing ketchup, whether she ate it or not, at least there was exposure.

"Golden eyes, golden eyes... Tsk!"

"Could it be that after eating food containing ketchup, the eyes will turn golden?"

"What... what is the principle again?" Thinking of this, he shook his head. Ketchup turning into plaster under the sun is already outrageous in itself. Instead of thinking about the principle, it is better to accept the concept.

"Speaking of which... I actually accepted the concept of 'ketchup will turn into plaster' without realizing it?!"

Lin Yi shuddered suddenly when he thought of this.

Regarding accepting the concept of "ketchup will turn into plaster", the moment he thought of it, a terrifying inspiration flashed through his mind like thunder tearing through the night sky.

This inspiration was related to "cognition", but it was very vague to him.

But this inspiration was fleeting, and he couldn't grasp it at all!

He scratched his head in annoyance, then propped his chin, and tapped the paper rhythmically with the pen in his other hand.

He glanced at the other wrinkled piece of paper, thoughtfully.

This piece of paper was taken out from the class teacher's office before. The paper was filled with the same sentence in different handwriting: [I am the class teacher].

He opened the paper and smoothed it out, then put them together.

His eyes moved back and forth between the two pieces of paper.

In his mind, there is now a third clue - there is food containing ketchup elements in the trash can of the class teacher's office, suspected to be spaghetti with tomato meat sauce.

If these three clues are put together, can we find something useful?

Golden eyes, spaghetti with tomato meat sauce, [I am the class teacher]...

"'I am the class teacher', 'I am the class teacher', 'I am the class teacher'…"

He muttered this sentence repeatedly.

Wei Liang next to him noticed him, and couldn't help but nudge him with his elbow, and couldn't help but said: "Lao Lin, what are you mumbling about? What 'you are the class teacher'? You shouldn't be crazy, aren't you a student?"

Lin Yi's train of thought was interrupted by this. He looked at Wei Liang and said, "Hey, I know I'm a student, wasn't I thinking about something just now?"

"Wait...! !"

"I am a student? I am a student..."

"I... am a student!"

Lin Yi suddenly thought of something, and muttered word by word - "I am a student."

His gaze fell on [I am the class teacher].

"'I am a student'..." This is what a student would say.

"'I am the class teacher'..." This is what the class teacher would say.

If we think from this level, Lin Yi instantly had a feeling of seeing the blue sky after clearing the clouds.

"Hey, hey, hey, Lao Lin, are you really okay?" Wei Liang looked at him worriedly. From just now until now, Lin Yi has been acting strangely.

Lin Yi looked at him happily and smiled: "It's okay, it's okay! Thanks to you, I thought of something, you take a rest first, let me sort it out..."

After he finished speaking, he ignored Wei Liang and directly focused his attention on the piece of paper [I am the class teacher].

There is one point that he has always forgotten to consider.

The handwriting on the paper, some are neat, some are scribbled, and some are simply wild blue ink blobs.

The student code writes about how to deal with certain special situations, which is to tell yourself your name and student number in your heart, so does the class teacher also have a "Class Teacher Code"?

Moreover, is there some kind of emergency situation in the class teacher's code, which requires the class teacher to keep writing "[I am the class teacher]" on the paper when encountering that kind of situation?

"Is it 'firm will', believing that you are 'the class teacher'?" He muttered to himself.

"Just like..."

"Just like when I went to the toilet last night, only by firmly believing that the front is Class 1 of Group B, and the front of Class 1 of Group B is the toilet, so there is a toilet in front?"

"Believing firmly that you are the class teacher, so the class teacher is the class teacher?"

"And ketchup... will distort this will?"

Lin Yi thought of another thing.

When he obtained the student ID, the class teacher told him that her students were people who had a "student ID", and his class teacher was also the person with the "Class Teacher - B2-039" badge on her chest.

"So having a 'certificate' is a physical condition to determine one's identity, and 'unwavering belief' is a psychological condition to determine one's identity?"

"And it seems that just having a 'certificate' is not enough, 'will' is also needed!"

"So the student code mentions that losing a student ID is a very troublesome thing!"

"By the same token, if the class teacher loses the 'certificate' or loses the 'firm belief' in her identity... it will also be a very troublesome thing!"

Lin Yi squinted his eyes and recalled the scene in the teacher's office.

The stopped pendulum clock...

The dim corner...

The seemingly clean environment at first glance is actually filled with paper balls in the sofa and floor seams, and a drawer full of messy documents...

Lin Yi suddenly connected the office with the class teacher...

"Can the state of the teacher's office... reflect the state of her person?"

"No problem on the surface, but actually in a state of chaos?"

That kind of chaos that appears psychologically.

"Assuming that all the above guesses are true... then the class teacher also needs to firmly believe that she is the class teacher, so if the class teacher's 'will' is not strong enough, then what... will she become?"

Lin Yi thought of the golden eyes, thought of the ketchup, thought of the plaster-like substance on the podium, thought of...

"Stockings..."

"Huh?!" Wei Liang's ears twitched, "Stockings, what stockings?"

He seemed to be shot in his XP by a sharp arrow, and suddenly woke up from his nap, his sharp eyes like an eagle falcon began to sweep around.

Immediately afterwards, he heard Lin Yi muttering over there: "The class teacher's stockings are torn, is there any information here..."

Wei Liang's eyebrows under his duck-tongue hat suddenly raised like Zeng X-xian.

He couldn't help but said: "A woman's stockings will definitely be changed when they are torn, unless she doesn't know that the stockings are torn... but according to my experience, that black silk seems to be scratched."

Wei Liang's voice entered Lin Yi's ears, pulling his thoughts back a bit.

"Scratched?" he pondered.

Wei Liang nodded affirmatively, "That kind of very intense friction isn't just a simple snip with scissors or a knife. It's like a tear that's been seared with fire afterwards."

"If it were a normal tear, the threads would retract into the gap, forming an oval area. But the head teacher's stockings have no loose threads, and it doesn't look like a piece has been cut out..."

Lin Yi looked at Wei Liang in surprise, "Haven't you ever touched legs wearing stockings? I mean, stockings on legs? How do you know so much about it?"

Wei Liang's face flushed red, "Haven't eaten pork, but haven't I seen pigs run? Are my 3 terabytes of postgraduate study materials fake?"

Lin Yi suddenly sat up straight, showing solemn respect to Wei Liang.

"Speaking of which, I sent you the magnet link for the latest anime, have you watched it?" Wei Liang suddenly thought of this and whispered.

Lin Yi's mouth twitched, and he said seriously, "Hey, I'm thinking about serious matters!"

"I'm talking about serious matters!" Wei Liang pursued.

"I'm talking about stockings!"

"We've been talking about stockings all along, haven't we?"

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"I... I'm not talking about that kind of..."

"I understand, I understand, I understand everything... After the trial class ends, I'll help you get her contact information. Although one is the trial class teacher and the other is a trial class student, if we could have a wonderful after-school romance, it wouldn't be a bad thing..."

"Get lost! You can fantasize yourself!" Lin Yi rubbed his forehead, and the head teacher's round, straight, black silk-stockinged legs appeared in his mind...

「That tear... doesn't really look like it was snagged or cut... It's more like when running, the speed was too fast, and it accidentally rubbed against some rough corner, and then wore it out...」

「But... does she need to run? Even if she runs, the skin on her legs doesn't seem to have any abrasions...」

「Is my line of thinking wrong?」

He thought about it seriously.

He felt that the direction was probably right, because the head teacher was obviously injured, walking with a limp.

「Injured in one night?」

「Ran into a wall while running at night?」

「The fog was so heavy last night, why run? And there are strange things wandering outside, how dangerous...」

「Not only wandering outside, but even came into the classroom!」

Lin Yi thought of the unknown creature standing at the podium, and of that creature being whipped by the iron chain and dragged out of the classroom.

「Wait...!!」

When he thought of that scene, a flash of inspiration suddenly struck him again, and countless fragments of information collided and impacted in his mind, seemingly about to form a huge secret.

The flash of inspiration, like a moth flying into a flame, was about to dissipate.

Countless pieces of information flashed in Lin Yi's eyes, and pieces of the puzzle were constantly reorganized and shifted.

Just as the inspiration was about to be extinguished, he reached out and grabbed it.

In his heart, a terrifying conjecture beyond common sense emerged.

Just thinking about this, his face turned slightly pale, and his breathing became faintly rapid.

He swallowed a mouthful of saliva and began to set up a reasoning framework.

He opened his notebook and used symbols that only he could understand to write down a piece of information:

「Hypothesis...」 His hand trembled uncontrollably, and then he wrote down a piece of information:

「Hypothesis: The unknown creature that entered the classroom last night was the head teacher.」

Just writing this, he felt that the pen in his hand weighed a thousand pounds.

He stared at the words he had written, not daring to believe that this was actually a hypothesis made by his own brain.

He took a deep breath, calmed down, and then began to deduce backwards:

「Then... the head teacher was entangled by the security guard with an iron chain and dragged away from the podium...」

The security guard swung the iron chain extremely fast, and the moment of whipping was like a high-speed rotating belt.

So if it wasn't the head teacher who was in motion and rubbing against the stockings, but... the iron chain was moving at high speed and rubbing against the stockings?

The stockings were rubbed and torn by the iron chain, and the tear looked like a burn from fire.

「Then the head teacher was dragged down the steps by the security guard, and the two wrestled together. In the end, the head teacher was injured and became lame...」

Regarding the point that the head teacher and the security guard had a fight, although there was a huge difference between the two, Lin Yi considered that the head teacher's eyes were emitting the same golden light as the security guard, so he tentatively assumed that they were similar to some extent.

「With such a speculation, if we ignore the disparity in combat power, it is... barely somewhat similar.」

「And... when the head teacher doesn't remember that she is the head teacher, who knows what she will do?」

「And if it really was the head teacher who came in... then the head teacher twisted the lock tongue many times before leaving. She locked it so many times, not to prevent someone in the classroom from prying the lock and leaving, but to...」

「Prevent herself from returning to the classroom after becoming 'unstable'?!」

The pen in Lin Yi's hand fell on the desk with a "click!" He didn't know what the truth was, but after speculating to this point, he only felt a creepy atmosphere enveloping him.

He frightened himself.

But he still had to grit his teeth and speculate...

「Assuming that the head teacher becomes abnormal after losing her 'will', then if she is injured, will she bleed... ketchup?」

He thought of the green-aproned chef who bled ketchup when Wei Liang stepped on him.

「And ketchup will turn into a white plaster-like substance under the sun...」

「So if the assumption is true, the plaster-like substance at the podium is the ketchup that flowed out after the head teacher was whipped by the security guard's iron chain and was transformed after being exposed to sunlight?」

Thinking of this, he silently got up from his seat and walked towards the door of the classroom.

"Hey, Lao Lin, it's still early, are you going to the gymnasium now?" Wei Liang's voice sounded behind him.

"No, I'm getting some air," Lin Yi replied, turning his head.

Then, with heavy thoughts, he walked down the steps and came to the podium.

The plaster-like substance was still on the ground and was very obvious.

He thought for a while and walked to the door of the classroom.

From the classroom door, you could almost see the podium at a glance, and with a little attention, you could see the plaster-like substance there.

「From the head teacher's perspective, it's impossible not to notice, unless... she chose to ignore it.」

Lin Yi looked at the door of the classroom.

Not knowing what he suddenly thought of, he pulled the doorknob, opened the door, and then turned to the side of the door facing the corridor.

He looked down at the doorknob.

There was a little white powder on the doorknob.

There was also white powder around the keyhole, and not only was there powder, but a little bit was flowing out from time to time.

He took out a napkin and placed it at the keyhole.

Before long, something flowed out from the depths of the keyhole, adhering to the part in contact with the napkin.

A little dark red viscous substance appeared on the napkin.

Ketchup.

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