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Chapter 88: Mao Feiyang's "First-Person Perspective"

It was like playing an adventure game. He could review the maps he had already lit up from a completely new perspective, but he couldn't go to the places that had been black from beginning to end.

Without time to think, he quickly followed the others into the stairwell.

After entering the stairwell, he didn't rush down. Instead, he looked up at the top of the stairwell.

The entire stairwell looked like the Fibonacci sequence. When he looked up, he couldn't pinpoint his position at all. All that was left was a spiral that extended all the way to a dark vortex above his head.

He looked down again, and it was the same Fibonacci sequence, the same dark vortex.

If he didn't subconsciously believe that his feet were "below" and his head was "above," he wouldn't be able to distinguish the concepts of up and down at all.

He looked back at the stairwell and then realized that the door to the stairwell had disappeared out of thin air.

He was sure that he hadn't moved after he stopped, but… he suddenly wasn't so sure anymore.

He was a little dazed, and his mind suddenly felt dizzy.

He gradually felt that the environment around him was undergoing some unpredictable distortions, and the entire stairwell seemed to come alive.

He knew he was in a dream, but at this moment, he still uncontrollably felt an emotion called fear.

He quickly rushed down, gradually catching up with the group of "Yesterday's Self," and then followed them out of the stairwell, through the door leading to the first basement floor of the teaching building.

…

"Huff—"

The cold evening wind brushed his cheeks, and Lin Yi breathed in the air, feeling like it was yesterday.

"Maozi, you go knock on the door next. I'll hold back the time and cover the rear."

Suddenly, he heard the voice of "Yesterday's Self" in his ear.

He didn't react at first, but then he immediately realized something and subconsciously looked down…

First, he saw a loose yellow knitted sweater, then a pair of sneakers…

"I… have a physical body again?"

"Wait?! I am… Maozi now?" Lin Yi was slightly stunned, and then his mind buzzed. He moved his stiff steps to the door of the teacher's office.

In this position, he saw the door of an office.

But this door was extremely illusory, a virtual image intertwined in the gaps between light and shadow.

"He" was late to knock on the office door, until yesterday's self felt something was wrong, and then asked: "Maozi, what's wrong?"

Lin Yi could clearly feel that "he" began to feel a kind of fear and panic, just like he had clearly felt Wei Shan's anger and mania before.

The sense of fear twisted and entangled around him like tentacles, as if to drag him into the endless darkness.

The darkness twisted, like a millstone, twisting all the surrounding light into it, devouring everything like the abyss.

His breathing became more and more rapid, as if his soul was about to be drawn out of his body.

It wasn't until "Yesterday's Self" gently patted him on the shoulder that the fear suddenly disappeared a bit.

"Maozi… are you okay?" He heard the voice of "Yesterday's Self" in his ear.

The sense of the scene was too weird, as if the current self and the past self had switched positions.

The following "plot" was also the same as yesterday. After a few words, "Yesterday's Self" grabbed his hand and tried to press it on the doorknob.

From Lin Yi's perspective, there was indeed an illusory doorknob, but just as "his" palm was about to touch the doorknob, the doorknob suddenly twisted and turned into a dark vortex…

In the vortex, there was a kind of heartbreaking, intermittent painful cry.

It seemed to be a broken fragment of sound coming from a wind tunnel. Just hearing a few obscure and incomprehensible syllables would make people feel difficulty in breathing, as if facing the abyss of hell.

The sound waves came intermittently. They should not have been heard clearly at all, but they were automatically arranged and combined in his ears, forming a creepy prayer in a sharp, low, dry, and dull chanting voice:

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

"No no no no…"

This terrible auditory hallucination was like a hammer that was almost about to smash Lin Yi's spirit. "He" felt "he" burst out with an astonishing force and broke away from "Yesterday's Self"'s hand at once.

"Lao Lin, no, the situation shouldn't be like this!"

"He" shook his head frantically, accompanied by violent panting.

"The notice board actually wrote about this situation!"

"I should have encountered that special situation!"

"The first rule of the notice board! If what I see is not the 'Teacher's Office' but other rooms, I must go upstairs along the stairs until I encounter the Teacher's Office!"

Lin Yi uncontrollably said Mao Feiyang's words from yesterday, word for word, even the tone was exactly the same.

When he was speaking, white mist that could not be distinguished by the naked eye diffused from the dark vortex. This mist seemed to be the same as the mist that filled the corridor of the teaching building, but when it fell into his eyes, he could clearly see the white particles in it.

"White particles… are those white powder particles!!"

Lin Yi instantly thought of the white powder particles attached to the old man's leg.

"This white powder particle is a pollutant!"

Seeing the white powder particles floating towards him, "he" looked around, found the entrance to the stairwell and rushed over, grabbed the doorknob of the isolation fire door, and opened the door before the white powder particles caught up with him.

Just as he pushed the door open and entered, he suddenly thought of something, and then looked at "Yesterday's Self" with a solemn expression and said: "Lao Lin… remember to follow the rules, I'm leaving!"

After saying that, he rushed into the isolation fire door and closed the door behind him.

"Bang!"

The isolation fire door closed heavily. Lin Yi, who returned to the stairwell, leaned against the isolation fire door and took deep breaths one after another.

For a moment, he couldn't tell whether it was himself who was breathing heavily, or the owner of this body—Mao Feiyang, who was breathing heavily after separating from him yesterday.

Soon he determined that it was Mao Feiyang who was panting, and that he was now just integrated into the role of Mao Feiyang from a perspective… because he heard "himself" muttering to himself:

"The notice board says…"

"[If the situation you encounter does not match any of the above, and you feel that you are getting lost or experiencing some uncomfortable symptoms, please do not go downstairs anymore. Immediately go upstairs along the stairs on your left and leave when you see the sculpture standing at the entrance of the stairs.

You will meet the art teacher and start an artistic journey.]"

“I can't even see the office door. It seems I can only go back the way I came, along the staircase on the left.”

He took deep breaths to calm his panicked and uneasy emotions. Then, he took the first step onto the staircase on his left.

It's worth mentioning that when they went downstairs earlier, they followed the staircase on the right, which presented a Fibonacci spiral winding downwards clockwise.

But now, as he goes up the stairs on the left, even though he is "going back the way he came," an absurd sense of distortion involuntarily arises in his heart.

He walked step by step. He didn't know how long he walked. He even felt like he had finished the way he came, but he didn't see any sculptures, let alone the stairwell.

So he continued to climb the stairs…

Time passed second by second, but aimlessly going upstairs in a stairwell where both the top and bottom were Fibonacci sequence spirals made it very easy to lose oneself.

Lin Yi didn't know how long Mao Feiyang had been walking, but when he noticed something was wrong, it was already too late.

He discovered… the Fibonacci sequence spiral staircase had ended at some point.

He had finished that section of the spiral staircase so smoothly that his subconscious hadn't even reacted.

He didn't even realize that Mao Feiyang had already begun climbing up an almost vertical staircase…

His heart jolted. He couldn't help but glance back down the way he came, only to find the end of the staircase was pitch black, as if extending into an endless abyss. Not only was there no trace of the previous Fibonacci sequence spiral staircase, but even the bottom of this staircase was completely invisible.

「This…?」

「When… did I enter this environment? Why… don't I have any memory of it?」

A faint ominous premonition arose in Lin Yi's heart. He began to observe the surroundings of the staircase through Mao Feiyang's perspective.

He quickly discovered that the staircase he was on was surrounded by uneven stone walls, covered with pitted and scarred traces, as if they had been carved out and then weathered by wind and water.

This was a pure stone path, like the kind built in ancient European castles, leading to the cellar.

The construction technique called stone masonry created passages that looked as if they had been carved out of solid mountains and stone walls, almost exactly like what Lin Yi was seeing now.

Suddenly, he realized something, abruptly awakened, and sharply raised his head.

「It's the lights!」

The top of the stone path was still fitted with the same incandescent lights as the stairwell. It was this light source, combined with the already dim environment, that allowed Lin Yi to instinctively accept the transition from the spiral stairwell to the stone path!

This kind of design completely transcended ordinary architectural design, directly employing a series of slow-boiling frog hunting techniques, including psychological suggestion and hypnosis, to silently lead the "prey" into the trap.

Especially for Mao Feiyang, who had experienced the previous jump scares and psychological offensives and was extremely lacking in a sense of security—this kind of lighting, representing safety, was enough to mitigate the impact of the surrounding environment's changes to a certain extent.

「Damn it… What exactly did Maozi experience after he separated from us?」

Looking at this perilous environment, Lin Yi's heart gradually sank to the bottom.

But he soon discovered that the bottom was not the limit to which his heart could sink.

He suddenly noticed that on the pitted walls, he didn't know when, but moss had actually… appeared.

This was a stone path!

How could moss grow here?

But… perhaps nothing is impossible.

He could only walk forward more cautiously—no, it was Mao Feiyang who was walking forward more cautiously. He was just a first-person perspective experiencer who could obtain the other's feelings.

But then he suddenly discovered traces of flowing water on the steps beneath his feet.

Damp water flowed out of the pitted potholes and onto the steps, flowing down the stone walls.

Lin Yi looked down at his sneakers. A trickle of water flowed continuously, flowing along the stone path into the unseen abyss behind him.

But he clearly remembered that he hadn't gotten a single drop of water on the way he came!

「Could it be a layer issue?」

「'I'… no, is Maozi traversing through layers? Is he constantly falling through layers, or is this a change consistent with the teaching building's notice board?」

Lin Yi's heart was filled with unease. He now knew about the problem of falling through layers, but if he had been asked about it yesterday when he first entered the school, what would he know?

He only knew a fart, so what would Maozi know?!

Sure enough, even he had a premonition of something bad, so Mao Feiyang was even more uneasy and frightened.

「Not good!」

Lin Yi found that his vision was beginning to change, but his thinking was exceptionally clear. He instantly reacted—something was wrong with what Maozi was seeing, and this strange vision was also being synchronized to him!

「My mind is clear… Maozi has already experienced these things, don't panic, don't be afraid, I'm just a spectator.」 He mentally suggested this to himself, then took a deep breath and began to walk forward against the current, following Mao Feiyang's steps.

He kept walking up the stairs, sticking to the stone wall on his left, stepping on the gurgling stone steps. He walked and walked, turned around countless corners, and didn't know how long he walked, just kept walking…

Finally, the sound of water in his ears was continuous, drizzling like the spring breeze in March mixed with some late rain, pattering on the windows.

He was silent, suddenly noticing subtle changes in light and shadow. By the time he realized something was wrong, he was shocked to find that the light in the stone path had been distorted.

The incandescent lights in the stone path, he didn't know when, had suddenly been replaced by one old kerosene lamp after another hanging in the passage.

「This?!」

He abruptly looked back at the path he had walked, and then discovered that all the lights in the entire stone path had been silently replaced with old kerosene lamps.

The dim candlelight flickered windlessly, and the square, dim stone path suddenly became eerie.

The gurgling water flowed out of the uneven gaps in the stone wall, through the dark green moss, through the dark green, glowing stone slabs, down the uneven stone steps, flowing down, down, as if disappearing into the end of the world.

「This passage… is also distorted!」

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