Chapter 38 Hypothesis
Chapter 38 "What if..."
“Maybe there is no principle at all?”
He smacked his lips, holding the pen for a long time, and after hesitating for a long time, he still didn't write the sentence "Ketchup is plaster" which looked very strange at first glance.
After writing this, Lin Yi squinted his eyes and pondered it over and over again. Only after he was sure that it was almost done did he put down his pen.
Then he reached into his trouser pocket and felt around.
He grabbed two pieces of paper. The things written on them were slightly longer, but in essence they were similar to sticky notes.
One of the two pieces of paper was folded very well, and the other was also folded very well, but had a few wrinkles.
Lin Yi flipped through it briefly to get a rough impression of it.
He looked at the second item on the first piece of paper, thoughtfully.
[There seems to be something wrong with the head teacher, but I can’t tell what the problem is.
Be careful with the homeroom teacher, her eyes will turn yellow. 】
He remembered that his homeroom teacher had come into contact with food containing ketchup. Regardless of whether he ate it or not, at least he had been exposed to it.
"Golden eyes, golden eyes... Tsk!"
"Will your eyes turn gold if you eat food containing ketchup?"
"This... what is the principle behind this?" Thinking of this, he shook his head. Ketchup would turn into gypsum under the sun, which was outrageous in itself. Instead of thinking about the principle, it would be better to accept this concept.
"Come to think of it... I actually accepted the concept of 'ketchup turns into plaster' without even realizing it?!"
When Lin Yi thought of this, he shuddered violently.
As soon as he thought of the concept of accepting "ketchup will turn into plaster", a terrible inspiration flashed through his mind like thunder tearing through the night sky.
This inspiration is related to "cognition", but it is very vague to him.
Unfortunately, this inspiration was fleeting, and he couldn't catch it even if he wanted to!
He scratched his head in distress, then held his chin with his hand, and with his other hand, he held a pen and tapped the paper rhythmically.
He glanced at another wrinkled piece of paper, thoughtfully.
He had taken this piece of paper out from the head teacher's office earlier. The paper was filled with the same sentence written in different handwriting styles: [I am the head teacher].
He unfolded the paper, smoothed it out, and put them together.
His eyes moved back and forth between the two pieces of paper.
There is now a third clue in his mind - there is food containing tomato elements in the trash can of the head teacher's office, which is suspected to be tomato meat sauce pasta.
If we put these three clues together, can we find something useful?
Golden eyes, spaghetti with tomato meat sauce, [I am the class teacher]...
"'I'm the homeroom teacher', 'I'm the homeroom teacher', 'I'm the homeroom teacher'..."
He kept muttering this sentence.
Wei Liang, who was standing by, noticed him and couldn't help but nudge him with his elbow. He couldn't help but say, "Lao Lin, what are you mumbling about? What do you mean you are the class teacher? Are you crazy? Aren't you a student?"
Lin Yi's train of thought was interrupted. He looked at Wei Liang and said, "Oh, I know I'm a student. Wasn't I just thinking about a problem?"
"etc……!!"
"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 eyes fell on [I am the class teacher].
"'I am a student'..." These are the words of a student.
"'I am the class teacher'..." These are the words of the class teacher.
If you think about it from this perspective, Lin Yi suddenly felt as if the clouds had parted and the blue sky was revealed.
"Hey, hey, hey, Old Lin, are you really okay?" Wei Liang looked at him worriedly. From just now until now, Lin Yi has been behaving strangely.
Lin Yi looked at him happily and said with a smile: "It's okay! Thanks to you, I have thought of something. You take a rest first, and let me sort it out..."
After he finished speaking, he ignored Wei Liang and focused his attention directly on the paper that said "I am the class teacher".
There was one point he had always forgotten to take into account.
Some of the notes on the paper were neat, some were sloppy, and some were just wild blue ink blobs.
The student code of conduct states how to deal with certain special situations, which is to tell yourself your name and student number in your mind. So does the class teacher also have a "Class Teacher Code of Conduct"?
Moreover, there is some kind of emergency situation in the class teacher's code of conduct, which requires the class teacher to keep writing "【I am the class teacher】" on the paper when encountering such a situation?
"Is it 'strong will', the certainty that I am the 'class teacher'?" he muttered.
"It's like..."
"Just like when I went to the toilet last night, I was convinced that there was a toilet in front of me, and there was a toilet in front of Group B Class 1, so there was a toilet in front of me?"
"I firmly believe that I am the homeroom teacher, so the homeroom teacher is the homeroom teacher?"
"And ketchup...will it distort this will?"
Lin Yi remembered another thing.
When he got his student ID, his head teacher told him that her student was the one with the "student ID", and his head teacher was the one with "Head Teacher-B2-039" on his chest.
"So having 'documents' is a physical condition for determining one's identity, while 'unwavering belief' is a psychological condition for determining one's identity?"
"And it seems that just having 'certificate' is not enough, 'will' is also needed!"
“That’s why the student code states that losing your student ID card is a very troublesome thing!”
"Similarly, if the homeroom teacher loses his or her 'identity' or loses his or her 'confidence' in his or her identity... it will be a very troublesome matter!"
Lin Yi narrowed his eyes and recalled the scene in the teacher's office.
The pendulum clock stopped...
The dark corner...
On the surface, the environment looks extremely clean, but in fact, there are paper balls scattered all over the sofa and floor seams, and a drawer full of messy documents...
Lin Yi suddenly linked the office with the class teacher...
"The state of the teacher's office... can it reflect the state of others?"
"On the surface, there is no problem, but in reality, it is already a mess?"
The kind of confusion that occurs psychologically.
"Assuming that all of the above assumptions are true... then the homeroom teacher must also firmly believe that she is the homeroom teacher. So if the homeroom teacher's 'will' is not strong enough, then... what will she become?"
Lin Yi thought of the golden eyes, the ketchup, the plaster-like substance on the podium, and...
"Stockings..."
"Hmm?!" Wei Liang's ears moved, "Stockings, what stockings?"
He seemed to be shot in the XP by a sharp arrow, and was suddenly awakened from his nap, and his sharp eyes like an eagle began to scan the surroundings.
Then, he heard Lin Yi muttering, "The head teacher's stockings are torn. Is there any information here..."
Wei Liang's eyebrows under his baseball cap suddenly raised like Zeng Xian's.
He couldn't help but say, "A woman's stockings will definitely be changed if they are torn, unless she doesn't know they are torn... But based on my experience, that black stocking looks like it was rubbed."
Wei Liang's voice reached Lin Yi's ears, pulling his thoughts back a little.
"Scratched?" he pondered. Wei Liang nodded affirmatively: "That kind of very intense friction is not as simple as scratching with scissors or a knife. It is like a cut and then burned with fire."
"If it was a normal tear, the thread ends would shrink to the gap, forming an oval area. But the class teacher's stockings have no thread ends, and it doesn't look like an area was cut off..."
Lin Yi looked at Wei Liang in surprise: "You've touched legs in stockings before, haven't you? How come you studied it so thoroughly?"
Wei Liang's face turned red. "Even if you haven't eaten pork, have you seen a pig run? Could it be that the three Ts in my postgraduate entrance examination materials are fake?"
Lin Yi suddenly sat up straight and showed great respect to Wei Liang.
"By the way, I sent you the magnet link of the latest anime. Have you watched it?" Wei Liang suddenly thought of this and couldn't help but whispered.
Lin Yi's mouth twitched, and he said seriously: "Hey, I'm thinking about something!"
"I'm talking about serious business!" Wei Liang pursued.
"I said stockings!"
"We've been talking about stockings, haven't we?"
"I...I'm not talking about that..."
"I understand, I understand, I understand everything... After the trial class is over, I'll get her contact information for you. Although one is the teacher of the trial class and the other is the student, it would be nice if we could have a wonderful after-class plot..."
"Get lost! Just imagine it yourself!" Lin Yi held his forehead with his hand, and the image of the head teacher's round and straight black stockings appeared in his mind...
"That cut... doesn't look like it was caused by a hook or a scratch... It's more like it was caused by accidentally rubbing against some rough corner while running too fast..."
"But...does she need to run? Even if she did, there doesn't seem to be any scratches on her legs..."
“Am I thinking in the wrong direction?”
He thought about it seriously.
I felt that the direction might be correct, because the head teacher was obviously injured and was limping.
"Are you injured after working all night?"
"Hit the wall while running at night?"
"It was so foggy last night. Why did you run? And there were strange things wandering outside. How dangerous..."
"Not only are they wandering outside, they're even coming into the classroom!"
Lin Yi thought again of the unknown creature standing at the podium, and thought of the creature being hit by the iron chain and then dragged out of the classroom.
"etc……!!"
When he thought of that scene, he suddenly had a flash of inspiration. Countless fragments of information collided and impacted in his mind, and seemed to be about to combine to form a huge secret.
The flash of inspiration is about to disappear like a moth to a flame.
Countless pieces of information flashed in Lin Yi's eyes, and pieces of the puzzle were constantly reorganized and shifted.
Just as the aura was about to go out, he reached out and grabbed it.
A terrifying guess that went beyond common sense emerged in his mind.
Just thinking of this, his face turned slightly pale and his breathing became slightly rapid.
He swallowed and began to build a framework of reasoning.
I opened the notebook and wrote down a message using symbols that only I could understand:
"Suppose..." His hands began to tremble uncontrollably, and he wrote a message:
"Let's assume that the unknown creature that entered the classroom last night was the homeroom teacher."
Just writing this one sentence, he felt that the pen in his hand weighed a thousand pounds.
He stared at what he had written, unable to believe that this was an assumption made by his own brain.
He took a deep breath, calmed himself down, and then started to work backwards:
"So... the homeroom teacher was chained by the security guards and dragged away from the podium..."
The security guard swung the chain at an extremely fast speed, and it looked like a high-speed belt at the moment of twitching.
So what if it wasn't the teacher moving and rubbing against the stockings, but... the chain moving at high speed and rubbing against the stockings?
The stockings were torn by the chains, leaving wounds that looked like they had been burned by fire.
"Then the head teacher was dragged down the stairs by the security guard. The two of them wrestled with each other, and the head teacher was injured and limped..."
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, considering that the head teacher's eyes had the same golden light as the security guard, temporarily assumed that they were similar to some extent.
"If we ignore the disparity in combat power, then... it does look a bit similar."
"Besides...when the homeroom teacher forgets that she is the homeroom teacher, who knows what she will do?"
"And if the person who came in was really the homeroom teacher... then the homeroom teacher turned the lock many times before leaving. She turned it so many times not to prevent someone from picking the lock and leaving, but because..."
"Prevent her from returning to the classroom after becoming 'abnormal'?!"
The pen in Lin Yi's hand fell onto the table with a "click". He didn't know what the truth was, but after guessing this, he felt a creepy atmosphere enveloping him.
He scared himself.
But he still had to bite his teeth and speculate...
"Assuming that the homeroom teacher becomes abnormal after losing her 'will', if she gets hurt, will she ooze out... ketchup?"
He thought of the green-bibbed chef who had ketchup oozing out after Wei Liang stepped on him.
"And ketchup turns into a white plaster-like substance in the sun..."
"So if the hypothesis is true, the plaster-like substance at the podium is the ketchup that leaked out when the homeroom teacher was injured by the security guard's chain, and was transformed after being exposed to sunlight?"
Thinking of this, he silently stood up from his seat and walked towards the door of the classroom.
"Hey, Lao Lin, it's still early. Are we going to the gym now?" Wei Liang's voice sounded behind him.
"No, I just want to get some fresh air." Lin Yi turned around and said.
Then, with a heavy heart, he walked down the stairs and came to the podium.
The plaster-like substance is still on the ground and is very obvious.
He thought about it and walked to the door of the classroom.
From the classroom door, you can see the podium almost at a glance, and if you pay a little attention, you can see the plaster-like substance there.
"From the perspective of the homeroom teacher, it's impossible for her not to notice it, unless...she chose to ignore it."
Lin Yi looked towards the classroom door.
Not knowing what suddenly occurred to him, he pulled the door handle and opened the door, then turned to the side of the door facing the corridor.
He looked down at the door handle.
There was a little white powder on the door handle.
There is also white powder around the keyhole, and not only that, but a little bit of it flows out from time to time.
He took out a napkin and placed it on the keyhole.
Soon, something flowed out from the deep of the keyhole and was sucked along the part where the napkin was attached.
A bit of dark red sticky substance appeared on the napkin.
ketchup.
Thanks to the book friend "Medieval Rabbit" for the reward!! Woohoo my rabbit is huge!!
(End of this chapter)