Rules-related weird stories: 4016

“Lao… Teacher…?!”

Lin Yi was incredibly shocked, and at the same time, the super vision he had developed through Wei Liang's H-force allowed him to perceive Teacher Bai Fangshuo's pair of perfectly rounded and straight silk-stockinged legs even from what felt like miles away…

Teacher Bai Fangshuo was still wearing her usual silk-stockinged uniform, but she had simply put on a waterproof leather jacket over it before heading to the battlefield.

The situation at the observation deck was very bad, otherwise, Teacher Bai Fangshuo wouldn't have had to go into action temporarily.

As the beam of the searchlight shone over, the nocturnal species in the large area outside the art building near Lin Yi scattered away, and the momentum of the Grinning Angels' gluttony for Lin Yi's aura also weakened slightly.

This wasn't to say that the searchlight was stronger than the old kerosene lamp, but its illumination area had more advantages at this time.

Immediately afterward, the searchlight began to move.

Lin Yi shuddered and quickly followed the light, and before long, he found the iron gate of the gallery!

The iron gate of the gallery was in his direction, which meant that his mine-sweeping path was generally correct, but with Teacher Bai Fangshuo's help, he had at least saved a few minutes of exploration time.

He sprinted quickly, pushed open the door of the gallery, nimbly slipped inside, and closed the door behind him.

The searchlight moved away, and the nocturnal species surged in like a mudslide, slamming into the iron gate like countless dense bullets, "噼里啪啦" The iron gate "哐哐" resounded, shaking violently, but there was no possibility of it being broken through.

This was the "door attribute"; bizarre creatures could not enter "portals" unless invited.

… …

On the observation deck, Teacher Bai Fangshuo watched Lin Yi enter the iron gate, a gratified smile appearing on the corner of her mouth.

Although Lin Yi looked like a dormitory manager now, she somehow knew that it was Lin Yi.

“Everything was said by ‘him,’ you really do have times when you don’t return to the dormitory and don’t spend the night in the classroom…”

“Returning to campus at this hour… you must remember to pick up the thing I left for you…”

“Who exactly is ‘he’… is he really so unerring?”

A figure emerged in her mind, the one who gave her the "Bai Fangshuo" "identity", allowing her to become an "art teacher" with the identity of "Bai Fangshuo" after abandoning "Homeroom Teacher - 039"…

“Could it be that my becoming an ‘art teacher’ is also part of ‘his’ plan, just to shine a light for him at this time…?”

“Or… do I have more uses?”

Undoubtedly, her becoming an "art teacher" was the best transformation after losing her "homeroom teacher" identity, but she had always lacked an opportunity, so after being contaminated, she stubbornly guarded the last front with an iron will.

But "he's" appearance created that opportunity.

If Lin Yi were here and heard Teacher Bai Fangshuo's words, he would definitely be shocked, because then, he would definitely connect the “he” in the Night Watcher’s words with the “he” in Teacher Bai Fangshuo’s words.

This may be the same person—who had planned everything from the beginning, and it seems that “he” had also entered the game himself.

In the few seconds of distraction, small puddles accumulated on the wrinkles of her waterproof leather jacket.

The heavy rain was whipped up by the strong wind like edamame, swirling in the air and then hitting her face.

The noisy shouts and whistling wind called back her thoughts. Teacher Bai Fangshuo turned the searchlight and cooperated with other art teachers to shoot down the Grinning Angels.

"Rumble—"

Lightning tore through the thick clouds, and the entire world alternated between darkness and light in a brief moment. The outline of the black sun hung high in the sky, like a bizarre giant eye.

In the world illuminated by the white arc light, countless Grinning Angels soared in the storm in a semi-transparent state. Some covered their faces, some waved their arms, and they showed their bizarre smiles to their heart's content, greedily looking at everything, as if looking at leeks waiting to be harvested…

And outside the art building, it seemed that some super nocturnal species were also surging ashore along the black tide, and then undergoing some kind of fusion and mutation, beginning to sublimate in the direction of alien angels…

… …

After entering the gallery, Lin Yi leaned against the wall and gasped for breath. He glanced at his watch.

3:14.

He found this door almost within a minute of Teacher Bai Fangshuo turning on the light.

After taking a few breaths, he planned to get up and run.

It must be said that this old kerosene lamp is indeed very powerful. With it, it seems that "returning the same way" is really not that difficult.

He raised the old kerosene lamp and glanced at it, and suddenly found that the old kerosene lamp also illuminated a face.

The smiling face of a Grinning Angel.

Smiling very brightly, the corners of its mouth were split to the ears.

“What the f*ck…?!"

The sudden eye contact made Lin Yi's heart feel as if it had been pinched hard, and he almost couldn't catch his breath.

But his instinct was still very powerful and ignored it, just like he instantly ignored the pseudo-human classmate bending down under the table on the first night.

This kind of reaction seemed to be engraved in his bones.

He shuddered violently, almost forgetting that he was still being chased and devoured by the Grinning Angels!

“Damn… Grinning Angels can really enter the gallery!”

“It seems that if I want to truly get rid of them, I have to add some strong stuff and invite the Buddha of Western Paradise…”

He quickly got up and began to shuttle through the gallery.

The gallery was already filled with thick fog. Shuttleing through here was like entering a world covered in ice and snow. All the artworks were looming in the mist, full of mystery.

The warm light of the old kerosene lamp opened up a spacious field, just enough to fill the gallery space. Under the light, the mist gradually melted like ice and snow, and the appearance of the gallery was slowly revealed in front of Lin Yi, as if the dust had been removed.

When there was light, the gallery did not seem so bizarre and terrifying.

He found a painting next to him. The painting was a desolate cemetery, the tombstones were tilted, and the blood-red sky was tightly covered by dark clouds…

In front of that painting, the lingering mist seemed to form a human-shaped outline, standing there quietly, as if waiting for something…

Lin Yi was obviously stunned for a moment.

This painting was indeed located at the end of the gallery, and he had also glanced at it when leaving the gallery, but now looking at it again, there was an indescribable sense of familiarity, as if he had seen it somewhere, but he couldn't remember it for a while.

If he couldn't remember it, he wouldn't think about it. He didn't waste time and quickly left, but just as he took a step, he felt a strong feeling of being watched from behind.

He suddenly raised the old kerosene lamp. In an instant, a flash of inspiration flashed through his mind, and he remembered it!

“This painting!”

This painting also had a cartoon version in the "Lawmaker's" bedroom!!

In that moment of realization, Lin Yi suddenly felt a chill run down his spine. An even more terrifying thought emerged in his mind: could this possibly be the same painting?

Could it be the same painting, just depicted differently in different layers?

If that's the case, could the 'Quartermaster' that Night Watcher '02' is looking for be hidden within this very painting?!

Then it seems understandable that the 'Law Weaver's' point of consciousness infiltration is located in the art gallery!

The bedroom layer and the art gallery have a certain intersection point, so the 'Law Weaver' hasn't actually escaped 'Temporal Exile.' The interaction of the layers is what caused the infiltration!

The 'Law Weaver's' will might have infiltrated the seal, but it hasn't left the bedroom. The intersection of the art gallery and the bedroom led to the secondary infiltration!

So that music box appeared in the art gallery. Its main body should be in the bedroom!

If my guess is correct, then if '02' hasn't figured this out, wouldn't he be forever unable to find the 'Quartermaster'?!

It's like a bodybuilder who's too muscular not being able to reach a small note stuck on their back!

At this moment, he truly understood what it meant to be blind to what's right under your nose!

The art gallery is so close to Night Watcher '02,' and the thing he's been searching for for countless years has been right under his nose!

If this is really the truth, then he can't imagine whether Night Watcher '02' will break down after finding out.

Just then, he seemed to see the flow of mist again, and the blurry humanoid outline seemed to become familiar…

'Familiarity' is a magical thing.

It was as if some kind of cognitive authority had been opened. These unfamiliar works that he saw at first glance—no, second glance—suddenly corresponded to certain shadows that appeared in his mind…

He temporarily gave up on leaving the art gallery. He stared intently at the mist, which seemed to be alive, determined to find that familiar feeling!

His brain began to operate at high speed, and his immense computing power was unleashed at this moment. Everything since he entered the school began to flash before his eyes.

Suddenly—

The picture froze abruptly.

He found the source of that familiarity—the evening of May 6th!

When he and Wei Liang went to the restroom, they walked through a long corridor. In a daze, he saw a dark figure standing in the corner of the corridor. The figure flashed by, and seemed to have only a blurry humanoid outline in the mist. Now that he thinks about it, it seems to be this!

Mist, outline, figure…

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This figure was constantly evolving in his mind, and the sense of familiarity became deeper and deeper. But at this moment, no matter how he deduced, he couldn't reach a conclusion.

His computing power hadn't reached its limit, but the sense of familiarity had.

The amount of information was too small. Relying solely on memory and this flowing mist, he could no longer deduce anything more.

Just then, in the dim and chilly art gallery, it suddenly felt like it was connected to a deep sea. From the other side of the sea, faint notes floated over…

"Ding-ding-dong-dong…"

"Ding-dong… ding-dong-dong…"

"…Dong-ding-dong… ding-ding-dong-dong…"

As the notes sounded, the candlelight on both sides of the art gallery swayed. Between the flickering light and shadows, the paintings on both sides of the art gallery seemed to come alive, and countless gazes were fixed on Lin Yi…

Lin Yi felt goosebumps rising all over his body. The tattered school uniform he was wearing appropriately helped him achieve the accomplishment of being 'scantily clad,' making him look even more absurd and laughable at this moment…

"It's time to leave! It's time to leave!" Lin Yi remembered a rule in the 'Art Student Handbook': [You can appreciate the works of other art masters in the art gallery. The art gallery contains more than just paintings, but the only works you are allowed to stop and appreciate are paintings.]

So looking at the paintings is fine, but if he doesn't leave soon, it might not be as simple as just the paintings causing problems.

He quickened his pace and walked towards the other end of the art gallery, regardless of whether he was being watched or not.

Look, then look!

Who can out-watch you all?

He walked with a brisk pace, suddenly feeling like he was walking with the stride of a dragon and the gait of a tiger, as if this wasn't an art gallery, but a snack street.

However, the sound of the music box in his ears was becoming clearer and clearer.

He didn't care. Anyway, the art gallery was a one-way street, and he just needed to keep walking forward!

But as he walked, he vaguely felt a trace of unease and abnormality.

This art gallery… why doesn't it have an end?

He glanced at his watch.

3:18.

He had been in the art gallery for four minutes.

The time left to leave was 40 minutes.

The time was barely sufficient, but accidents seemed to be coming one after another.

Suddenly, a cold wind seemed to appear in the art gallery. The candlelight flickered, and his shadow was torn into countless pieces by the roadside lamps.

The Grinning Angels seemed to have sensed some dangerous aura and burrowed into Lin Yi's shadow one after another.

Lin Yi's heart skipped a beat. The Grinning Angels actually ran away?!

But he wasn't happy at all, because the only thing that could drive away a pack of wolves was something even more terrifying than the pack of wolves.

Sure enough, what he feared came true. He still heard that black nursery rhyme full of exotic customs in his ears:

[Children, hide-and-seek~ One, two, hide away~]

[The little courtyard is a good place~ Brothers and sisters hide their bodies~]

[Dig, dig, turn, turn~ Sister's little waist is sore, oh, sore~]

[Sister, sister, be quiet~ Don't let brother hear it~]

[That tree is really nice~ I'll hide sister's body~]

[Pull, pull, tug, tug~ Sister's little hand is numb, oh, numb~]

[Brother, brother, you're so bad~ Laugh at sister's dull saw~]

[That tree is really nice~ I'll hang brother up separately~]

[Children, hide-and-seek~ One, two, hide away~]

[Brothers and sisters hide separately~ Search, search, can't find it~]

…

[Children, hide-and-seek~ One, two, hide away~]

[Children…]

Lin Yi's body faintly stiffened, and countless fine beads of sweat suddenly appeared on his forehead.

He knew that the little girl was coming, the 'Law Weaver' was coming…

"This is a hallucination!"

He quickly lowered his head and looked at the time on his watch. The time was still 3:18.

He knew that he needed to find a way to rewind and leave this hallucination!

So he looked away from his watch, trying to capture the fluctuations of the layers.

But just then, his whole body suddenly froze, as if he had been petrified.

Out of the corner of his eye, he saw that he wasn't the only one looking at his watch.

The little girl was too.