Chapter 198 Ketchup on the Wound
Chapter 198 Ketchup on the Wound
It is said that when it comes to a critical moment, people's minds are either a mess or clear. Lin Yi's mind is now extremely clear.
"It is now the night of May 5th, and I also encountered this 'Wei Liang' during the day of May 7th!"
Lin Yi immediately understood the identity. The fake Wei Liang that Mao Feiyang met now should be the nocturnal Wei Liang whom he killed under the sun during the daytime of the next day!
Thinking in this way, many doubts were solved at once, and the survival of Wei Liang, a nocturnal species, was also closed.
But he thought about it again, and it seemed that there was something wrong...
He thought about it carefully and gradually discovered the problem.
"The timing is wrong..."
This "time" is not that "time", but it refers to the wrong time when the night creature transformed himself into Wei Liang.
On May 5, the nocturnal creature used his cognition to anchor himself to the appearance of Wei Liang, so it is understandable that one of the nocturnal creatures became a fake Wei Liang at that time.
But now?
Why did I have to look like Wei Liang for no reason?
Even if you want to use Mao Feiyang's cognition to pretend, you shouldn't choose Wei Liang as the first choice, right?
And the bigger mystery is... why the hell are there so many nocturnal creatures that look like Liangzi?
What is even more terrifying is that when he was awakened from his dream just now, the guy who entered the dormitory and whispered in his ear also claimed to be [Wei Liang]!
Even when it was expelled by the dormitory manager, it said things like "I am Wei Liang" and "Save me", which were almost the same words as the nocturnal creature in the toilet of Building B of the teaching building at that time!
The evening of May 5th!
Daytime on May 5th!
Early morning of May 5th!
Lin Yi couldn't understand the logic here, but his scalp already felt numb, as if someone had ripped open his scalp and poured popping candies into his brain!
The popping candies kept popping in his tofu brain, and countless noisy and chaotic sounds echoed in his mind like a strange magic sound.
One voice said, "I am Wei Liang, save me," and another voice cried out in agony that was crushed by the sea breeze...
Lin Yi felt a little itchy in his head. He couldn't figure it out. He couldn't figure it out at all.
To the extent that, at one point, Lin Yi even began to doubt Wei Liang!
When that thought flashed through his mind, he felt a sudden chill down his spine and he knew he was doomed!
This kind of doubt is like a pinhole-sized hole in the wall of absolute defense. Once it appears, it means from zero to something.
Even if he believes in Wei Liang, there is no guarantee that at some point in the future, his suspicion of Wei Liang will be magnified due to the impact of increased pollution or other unknown factors.
Such suspicion may not seem like a big deal now, but when it comes to a critical moment where there is no room for error, it will most likely be the last straw that breaks the camel's back of the trust between them!
Since he couldn't figure it out, he stopped wasting time thinking about it and quickly turned his attention back to Mao Feiyang.
At this moment, Mao Feiyang was following Mu Daxian upstairs.
But Lin Yi immediately discovered some problems. Mu Daxian, who was in a hurry to take Maozi away just now, was walking up the stairs slowly on this side. He was completely different from the person he was before entering the stairwell.
Mao Feiyang, who was following behind him, didn't seem to be in a hurry at all, as if he had already gotten used to it.
Lin Yi looked up at the top of the stairwell and easily saw the exit of Building B 2F.
"Isn't their purpose just to go upstairs?" Lin Yi's thoughts quickly bypassed this bend, because he had just entered Maozi's perspective and did not know some of the things that happened before, so now he could only guess.
Otherwise, with their speed, they shouldn't have rushed directly to the 2F.
At this moment, Lin Yi's nostrils twitched, and he seemed to smell a sweet scent in the air...
This smell cannot be described with precise adjectives, but the moment Lin Yi smelled it, he immediately thought of some of his favorite foods.
He followed the smell and his sight uncontrollably fell on the scratch on Mao Feiyang's hand...
Damn it! This sweet smell actually came from Mao Feiyang's wound!
His pupils condensed slightly, and he seemed to be able to see some delicious ketchup slowly flowing and about to seep out from under Mao Feiyang's skin injury!
The idea of his favorite food that emerged in his mind was immediately replaced by the flowing sticky ketchup. A sense of restlessness and the urge to pounce on it and devour it surged from the depths of his heart like a volcanic eruption.
That intense desire even had a bit of obsessive-compulsive flavor, just like seeing a sundae machine suddenly go out of control and start squeezing out milky white ice cream from the outlet, but there is no cup to catch it, so the person who sees it can't help but want to go over and catch it.
"No! No, no, no..." Lin Yi took a deep breath and shook his head quickly, diverting his attention away from Mao Feiyang's wound.
"You're out of control." Mu Daxian's calm voice rang in Mao Feiyang's ears, and also awakened Lin Yi. For a moment, Lin Yi couldn't tell whether Mu Daxian was talking about Mao Feiyang, or... him.
Mao Feiyang clenched his teeth and began to concentrate, and then... Lin Yi miraculously discovered that the sweet taste became weaker and weaker, and soon disappeared completely.
"Oh my god... this?!" He looked at Mao Feiyang in shock. Did Mao Zi just... take the initiative to control the changes in the blood?
Hiss... Lin Yi secretly took a deep breath. This was only Maozi's second day in school, and he had already begun to control the pollution in his body... No, should we say now that he had already begun to learn to control the extraordinary power in his body? !
So fast? !
A picture emerged in Lin Yi's mind...
"False Teacher" Pluto Rayleigh:
Laying a solid foundation
《My Experience》
"Practical Combat Understanding"
"The True Master" Kaido:
"Learn Ryuo with one stick!"
"Two sticks, Wu Ba Chan!"
《Three sticks help awakening! 》
Are all fantasy novels true? Desperate situations are the real way to grow quickly, and the nocturnal species are the damn famous teachers who teach pollution control? !
"I'm sorry..." After adjusting himself, Mao Feiyang pursed his lips and said apologetically.
"It's useless to tell me. You are not sorry to me but yourself." Mu Daxian shook his head. "I have tried my best. If you accidentally turn into an exploding polluting villain, then there is nothing I can do. At most..."
"At most what?"
"At most, he will send you off with his own hands, so that you can leave this world as a 'human'." Mu Daxian turned back suddenly on the steps in front of him. The cold incandescent light poured down from above his head, casting a backlit and indifferent figure.
Mao Feiyang was startled, and quickly pursed his lips and kept silent, following Mu Daxian silently.
He suddenly understood why so many art students were in awe of Mu Daxian. Mu Daxian, who seemed easy to talk to, had his own principles. As long as you didn't touch his principles, you could laugh and joke around, but once you touched them, he would deal with it strictly according to his "principles".
There was no room for turning back. Suddenly, Lin Yi discovered that there seemed to be some small things in his field of vision.
At the angle that Mao Feiyang was looking at Mu Daxian, in the corner of the ceiling behind Mu Daxian, it seemed like... something was wriggling!
"Pure-blooded nocturnal species?!" Lin Yi was shocked. Then, as if his eyes had suddenly opened, he glanced around...
When he took this look, the hairs on his whole body stood up.
"My grass..."
I saw that in this stairwell, the walls, corners, ceiling... were all covered with purebred nocturnal species!
These pure nocturnal species stick to the walls like wall paint. Their body shape determines their form of expression, so that they can blend into the wall in a way similar to splicing wallpaper...
When Lin Yi realized this, he could no longer look directly at the inner walls of the stairwell.
Just like the concave-convex geometry that we often solve in math problems, once you determine that it is a convex surface, it will be very difficult to force yourself to change your cognition and determine that it is a concave surface.
If you try to twist it by force, you will see contradictory geometry with bumps and concavities flickering back and forth.
Lin Yi is in this situation now. When you have caught a glimpse of the truth or a corner of what you think is the truth, it becomes very difficult to turn it back.
"It's 'recognition'!!" Lin Yi had a slight realization, "Everyone who enters the stairwell subconsciously thinks that this is 'just' a stairwell, and the pure-blooded nocturnal creatures use this 'recognition' to anchor themselves to the stairwell!"
It's a very simple principle, just like those human-shaped sculptures that hear someone else's identity information and then start trying to anchor themselves into that person.
The difference is that the teaching building has no life.
"So... is this how the wrinkles on the walls of the teaching building came about?"
"In the falling layers, countless purebred nocturnal creatures formed... a wall of powder?"
"I've leaned on countless nocturnal creatures before?"
"vomit……"
Lin Yi suddenly felt his stomach spinning, as if he was going to vomit up the food he had eaten the night before.
The feeling lasted until they left the stairwell.
Lin Yi looked back at the stairwell, which originally seemed to be in perfect condition, but in his eyes it now became a small nest in which some unknown purebred nocturnal species were lurking.
The purebred nocturnal species were wriggling slightly on the wall, as if they were breathing and beating. The twisted lines outlined the contours of countless purebred nocturnal species, depicting their deformed, twisted and abnormal bodies vividly, making people's sanity drop wildly and goose bumps crawl all over their arms.
However, when Lin Yi turned his gaze back, he discovered that it was not just the walls of the stairwell, but the walls of other areas of the teaching building were all filled with pure nocturnal species!
“?!!”
Lin Yi immediately realized a problem.
If all the walls of the teaching building are covered with pure nocturnal species, then is there something wrong with the world, or... is there something wrong with my own senses when I see this scene?
Not only do problems exist, but they are also very big. But the real question is, is it me or the world that has the problem?
This was originally a philosophical dialectical issue, but now we have to fuck with the philosophical dialectics.
Whether it is the world in trouble or me, it is me who is in crisis, and this is the only thing that remains unchanged.
If pure nocturnal species is a "color", then when I equate it with wall paint in my cognition, it gradually becomes a wall...
But what if I don’t care about it?
This is the wall, this is the wall paint, this is the ordinary teaching building...
He suggested to himself in his mind, trying to determine that the convex body is a concave body. At least from the "angle" of the time he is currently in, it must be a concave body.
It has to be yes even if it’s not.
Just like...a tomato is a tomato, not a heart.
I know you are the heart but you have to be a tomato now, even if you are not.
As to whether it is or not.
Only Lin Yi knew.
Or maybe... at some point, Lin Yi will really go crazy and won't be able to tell the difference anymore.
"'Threshold'!"
"Pollution's 'threshold'!"
Lin Yi suddenly understood. If the world was really as he saw it at a certain moment, then Mu Daxian, as a representative of high inspiration among art students, would have discovered it long ago.
But Mu Daxian chose to turn a blind eye.
why?
Because everyone’s pollution range is different—this is what Tian Bufan said!
Tian Bufan’s theory of the novice village!
Mu Daxian’s signpost theory!
At this moment, the concepts of these two theories quietly merged in Lin Yi's mind!
[Our cognitive scope is the Novice Village. We can observe the outside world at the boundary of cognition. We can expand the scope of the Novice Village by broadening our cognition, and then gradually include those originally unknown areas...] - Novice Village Theory.
[Supernatural power is a road. There is a signpost at each stage. You have now crossed the entrance and are walking towards the first signpost. You can now return to the entrance and leave. Once you have walked the first section of the road, it will be difficult to turn back after passing the signpost...] - Signpost Theory.
That is to say, the road sign is equivalent to the boundary of the novice village.
It is difficult to return to the Novice Village after crossing the boundary, but what if the signpost can be moved back?
For the same road (area), the border of the Novice Village has been expanded, which is equivalent to moving the road sign back...
Then, doesn’t it mean that the amount of pollution it can bear has also increased?
The original area of the Novice Village is 10 units in size, and the length of the first road sign is 10 units - the pollution threshold is 10 units.
Once the threshold is exceeded, it can no longer be maintained in the ordinary human realm and will transform into a nocturnal species.
But if as the understanding deepens, the pollution threshold of 10 units becomes 100 units, which makes the area of the novice village of 10 units become 100 units, then the unit length of the first signpost also becomes 100!
Then, you can achieve 100 units of pollution power as a "experiencer"!
You can also forcibly change your cognition within the pollution threshold of 100 units...as long as you are still within this threshold range?
If the pollution threshold of a sports student is 100 units, then... isn't he equivalent to a sports student in some aspects?
Emmmmm... Considering the abnormal physique of athletes, Lin Yi felt that even if there was an equal sign, it should not be drawn on physique. Perhaps there were other aspects...
For example, the sky blue steam from Wessant?!
For example...his own "my vision" and "my world"? !
Thanks to the book friend "usjdnshhs" for the reward!!
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