Rules-related weird stories: 4016

Lin Yi's forehead was covered in sweat, his heart pounding.

"Who taught you to form words like that?!"

"Friend, pū ēn péng, not pū áo pào, okay..."

Li Huiyuan's eyes, however, sparkled, so brightly that Lin Yi felt a little scared.

Form words?

Hmph hmph!

Who said being cannon fodder was bad? Being cannon fodder is great!

Lin Yi quickly stopped her, saying, "Are you planning to come with me, or stay in the classroom and read a book?"

Li Huiyuan said, "Is that even a question? Of course, I'm going with you! Reading is so boring, and if we go, who knows, maybe..."

"Hmm?"

"Uh, not, nothing..." Li Huiyuan pouted, exhaling nervously, looking left and right.

Lin Yi chuckled and shifted his gaze away from Li Huiyuan, looking towards the stairwell. But as his gaze swept over the green belt outside the corridor, he couldn't help but frown.

For some reason, a faint unease arose in his heart, as if something was approaching from the depths of the green belt.

So he stared at the green belt, wanting to see something, but no matter how he observed or sensed, once his senses entered the green belt, they were quickly blocked by the thin mist that permeated it, as if traversing a swamp, incredibly difficult.

He withdrew his gaze.

"What's wrong?" Li Huiyuan asked with concern, following Lin Yi's gaze to look at the green belt. "Is there something wrong with the sculptures inside?"

Lin Yi shook his head slightly. "I don't know... but it just feels strange, like an ominous premonition."

"Perhaps it's because your senses have become more acute, so you're amplifying the effects of the gray fog..." Li Huiyuan comforted.

Although he knew it wasn't, Lin Yi didn't deny Li Huiyuan's statement: "Hopefully... let's go."

"Okay." Li Huiyuan obediently followed.

...

Not long after Lin Yi entered the stairwell, a figure dressed neatly and cleanly slowly walked out from the edge of the green belt, slowly coming into the sunlight.

If Lin Yi were here, he would be incredibly shocked by the person who appeared, because it was none other than Little Genius—the Little Genius who died on the evening of May 6th and embarked on the Return to the Sea Tide on May 7th, now actually back on campus!

However, is it the Pseudo-Human Little Genius, or some other creature?

Even more bizarre was that when "Little Genius" appeared in the sunlight, some pure white powdery particles visibly steamed out of its body, but after steaming, there was no stiff, petrified appearance like the Night Walker species. Instead, it became no different from a normal person, and then gradually walked towards the teaching building.

Just as "Little Genius" was about to approach Teaching Building B, the door of the teacher's office opened, and Shan Nan happened to walk out, meeting Little Genius face to face.

Shan Nan paused slightly. The next moment, as if he had sensed something, his expression changed slightly, and he immediately looked at the doorplate on the right.

"Group B, Class 2."

Without hesitation, he pulled open the door and slammed it shut before Little Genius could react.

Having done all this, he leaned against the door, his face full of disbelief, muttering in a low voice: "How could this be? How could this be...?"

He stared intently at the doorknob, but the doorknob didn't move.

Little Genius didn't seem to be chasing after him into the classroom.

...

X023, May 10, 9:32 AM, Teacher's Office, "Group B, Class 2", doorway.

"Tap... tap... tap..."

Little Genius knocked on the door of the teacher's office, one knock after another, the frequency very slow, the movements very stiff, as if a puppet.

"Who is it?" The voice of the homeroom teacher - 040 sounded from behind the door.

Little Genius didn't answer, only relentlessly tapping on the door.

"Who...?"

"Tap... tap... tap..."

Just as the two were at a stalemate, another figure walked along the corridor from the direction of Group B, Class 3.

This time, the person who came was Wei Shan.

Wei Shan frowned, gesticulating with his hands as he walked, his eyes unfocused, looking at something in the void, as if pondering some super problem that had plagued him for a long time.

Wei Shan didn't see Little Genius, and Little Genius was single-mindedly knocking on the door of the teacher's office.

Just like that, the two people "bumped" heavily, brushing past each other.

Little Genius staggered unsteadily, bumped by Wei Shan and fell against the wall, but its eyes seemed to be only on the office door. After getting up, it groped for the door again and began to repeat the knocking action.

Although Wei Shan's body wasn't hindered, his train of thought was greatly affected. He shook his head, trying to rethink, but the knocking sound of "tap, tap, tap" coming from his ear was like a wooden fish, disturbing his mind.

Looking at the strangely postured Little Genius, Wei Shan suddenly became angry. He turned his head fiercely, staring at Little Genius, and said in a low voice: "Oi~!"

Little Genius remained deaf and blind, only mechanically pounding on the office door, and the energy seemed to be getting greater and greater.

Seeing that his question was unanswered, Wei Shan's already fiery temper was ignited. He was furious and grabbed Little Genius's shoulder, but upon contact, he frowned instantly.

"So that's it!"

He exerted force suddenly, and Little Genius's shoulder immediately made a "creak, creak" sound like rubber, deforming in response.

When the shoulder could no longer be twisted, fine cracks appeared on Little Genius's body, as if the surface of ice had been struck hard.

Only at this moment did Little Genius realize something, and somewhat stiffly twisted its head to look at Wei Shan.

But Wei Shan seemed to have been prepared for this. Before it could turn around, he directly reached out another hand and grabbed its head.

Although Wei Shan's build wasn't as big as Tian Gongzi's, who was like a giant bear, he was also a fat man, and the sense of oppression brought by his size was still very strong. Little Genius was like a large toy doll in his hands.

Wei Shan twisted Little Genius's shoulder with one hand and violently grabbed Little Genius's head with the other, like grabbing a basketball,拎走 it from the door of the teacher's office and followed the corridor to the men's restroom.

As soon as he entered the restroom, he went straight to the squat toilet stall, hooking the edge with his foot to open the door, but he didn't go in himself.

"Ugh... ugh... ugh..." Little Genius, who had been dragged into the restroom, seemed to sense something the moment the restroom door opened, and struggled frantically. On the head that was being held down, a mouth was also working hard to murmur, but unfortunately, it was being held down by Wei Shan, and could only make some incoherent sounds.

But Wei Shan began to loosen the big hand that was holding its head.

As soon as it was released, Little Genius, who had been liberated, immediately shouted, "Stop it! Stop it!"

"If you dare to touch my puppet, I will never let you go!"

"Stop it, you quick..."

Just as Wei Shan released his hand, he suddenly changed his mind and grabbed the little genius's head again, as if he were grabbing a ball. His other hand, which had been twisting the shoulder blade, released its grip and instead rested on his neck.

Wei Shan grinned, revealing a low, bloodthirsty smile: "Heh heh heh..."

He exerted force with both arms, twisting the little genius's head off his spine. Strangely, when it was twisted off, no blood flowed from the joint. Instead, some viscous, pure white substance appeared—supernatural matter.

"Ahhh!" The little genius roared, seemingly extremely angry.

He struggled to open his eyes, his slippery eyeballs, covered in viscous fluid, frantically rolled in Wei Shan's fingers, as if trying to see Wei Shan's face through the gaps.

"I will not let you go!"

"You will bear my mark, and I will never let you go! I will never let you go!"

"You just wait, you just wait, glug glug... glug glug..."

Wei Shan pressed the severed head into the toilet bowl, which immediately brought much peace.

"So noisy." Wei Shan wore an evil smile on his face as he looked at the remaining limbs of the little genius. He broke them apart piece by piece, like snapping lotus roots, and threw them into different toilet bowls.

Wei Shan finished his "dismemberment" and glanced at his masterpiece. Although not entirely satisfied, he still scornfully said, "I could tell at a glance that you weren't human… to use such clumsy tricks, you really have no brains."

With that, he looked at the viscous fluid in his palm. The fluid seemed to come alive like a symbiote, actually trying to burrow into his skin, but his flesh and blood were as hard as steel, and the fluid couldn't pierce or penetrate it at all.

Wei Shan clasped his hands together and rubbed vigorously. The fluid was rubbed into shreds, like snot.

"As disgusting as ever, like Yin Bi's snot."

Wei Shan left the restroom, went to the faucet, turned it on, and began to wash his hands.

While washing his hands, he muttered to himself with dissatisfaction.

"There are really more and more mongrels…"

"If I had a baseball bat, I wouldn't have to dirty my hands…"

"What Old Lin made is just some kind of crap. Nothing beats what you forge yourself…"

…

After Wei Shan left, an invisible force suddenly appeared in the toilet stall that had been slightly ajar. This invisible force pulled the door closed and latched the lock.

The next moment, under the light, a mochi-like, wriggling figure gradually appeared in the stall, eventually transforming into the shape of a person.

This person's limbs were extremely uncoordinated, and he muttered phrases like, "I am Wei Liang, I am Wei Liang." Then, he reached out and grabbed the little genius's head soaking in the toilet bowl.

The little genius's head, hearing the voice, also began to mutter, "Wei Liang… is that the name… Wei Liang… good, good, good…"

But before it could be happy for too long, the fake Wei Liang hugged it to his face, then opened his mouth and began to devour it!

"Crunch! Crunch! Crunch…"

The fake Wei Liang devoured the puppet little genius like eating a huge apple.

As it was being eaten, the little genius cried out in horror, "You… you are…? ! You are!! No… no… don't… ahhh!"

Its voice was incomparably miserable, as if falling into the Avici Hell.

…

May 10, X023, 9:33 AM, Teaching Building B, Stairwell.

Having gained experience, and with it being daytime, Lin Yi and Li Huiyuan ascended the stairs with ease.

Although they proceeded very cautiously throughout the entire process, it only took them a few minutes to reach the 4th floor.

In front of him, the staircase railing had reached its end, but through his intuition, he could vaguely sense that a large number of Nightwalkers were entrenched in the layer ahead.

Of course, this might not even require intuition, after all, he had indeed seen them through his Vision Insight before. Now, with a little mental supplementation, he knew everything.

However, knowing was one thing, it didn't mean he could blindly walk this path.

He glanced at the end of the railing, and then led Li Huiyuan out of the stairwell, arriving at the area in front of the 4th-floor corridor of the teaching building.

He planned to observe the changes in the clouds here. Once he predicted that the clouds were about to cover the teaching building, he would enter the stairwell. Otherwise, waiting inside without thinking would easily cause people to have inappropriate hallucinations.

Hallucinations were fine, they were more or less some information, but it would be bad if they wasted the opportunity to go upstairs.

Lin Yi leaned on the corridor bridge, looking at the campus. The campus in the morning was still filled with a fresh atmosphere. This tranquil environment seemed peaceful, and it was impossible to associate it with the terror of the Gray Mist invasion.

Lin Yi suddenly thought that this strong sense of contrast might be the reason why those experience students became numb.

It was like the same scene. If you shot an action movie, people wouldn't find it scary, but if you shot a zombie movie, even the simplest camera movement, even filming a landscape, would make people subconsciously tense up.

He looked up at the sky, and sure enough, he found that there seemed to be many clouds floating in the sky today, and the moving speed of the clouds was not slow.

Could the clouds also reflect the fluctuations of the campus's layers?

Lin Yi had such a thought in his mind.

The clouds covering the sky and the layer fluctuations might be a corresponding phenomenon.

There are many ways in which layer fluctuations manifest in reality. The surge of clouds is one of them, similar to the fog rising in the gymnasium?

Of course, the latter was a more serious situation.

Lin Yi counted a few clouds, observing their shadows among the mountains, estimating the time they would drift over, and then listlessly scanned the 4th-floor corridor.

In the corridor, one or two students occasionally came out to go to the restroom. Other than that, it was rare to see other people. It seemed that all the experience students were shrinking in the classrooms, either spacing out or doing something else to pass the time.

But Lin Yi thought it made sense. After all, most people came here with the idea of surviving for seven days and getting 30,000.

In that case, the teaching building - cafeteria - dormitory route was the simplest and most effective method.

Just as Lin Yi was observing his surroundings, Li Huiyuan was boredly looking at Lin Yi. It had to be said that Lin Yi, wearing a school uniform, looked much more pleasing to the eye and not as punchable as he did in the male homeroom teacher's clothes.