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Chapter 87 "Yesterday's Self"

"this……?!"

He seemed like a non-existent thing, not even a thing...

But he clearly felt the feeling of being down to earth.

"Wait? Down to earth?"

He tried to squat down, and then found a cobblestone road submerged in thick fog under his feet.

"Cobblestone road?"

"This time... I dreamed about the roads on campus?"

This fog...

The layer of the campus should fall?

But he was not very panicked... because once you know you are dreaming, your courage will increase accordingly.

Of course, some people realize that they are dreaming when they are dreaming, but their behavioral logic is still as if they don’t know that they are dreaming.

This behavior of "I know I am dreaming but I cannot control my dreams" has not yet been scientifically explained.

Lin Yi didn't dwell on this too much. He began to walk forward along the cobblestone road...

Gradually, he saw the lampposts in the fog.

Those lamp posts float in the sea of ​​fog like lighthouses, struggling to hold up the area that belongs to the street lamps.

Beyond the cobblestone road, he spotted a group of moving figures.

Among those figures, he saw a security guard who was leading the group and was holding an old kerosene lamp, and those figures were... the team of chefs delivering meals!
As soon as the thought of going over to take a look came to his mind, his vision expanded rapidly, and he floated away like a ghost and soon caught up with the team.

In the team, he saw chef after chef wearing white chef hats, white chef uniforms, and blue bibs, and he also saw the name badges pinned on their chests.

The chefs all had frowns on their faces and were muttering something, as if they were reciting the chef's rules. However, their speech was unclear and their handwriting was illegible, so he couldn't hear anything except for a few "no"s.

He soon discovered the chef in the green bib who was hiding in the team. The chef in the green bib gradually fell to the back of the team, then rolled up his green bib and unbuttoned his chef uniform with his hands...

"Hehehe..." It let out a sinister laugh, opened the lid of the lunch box, and took a look at the food inside.

Then, he cut his chest with his hand and inserted it into the chest cavity inch by inch. Lin Yi looked at this scene and knew that he was dreaming, but he still vomited uncontrollably.

He felt extremely uncomfortable, as if his hairs on his body were frozen into ice crystals by the cold air, and there were millions of ants crawling and biting him all over his body.

But he still stared at the green-bibbed chef's actions, feeling disgusted, but struggling to keep his eyes open, not wanting to miss any of its actions.

The bloody red blood slowly flowed down from its chest, becoming sticky as it flowed, and then gradually turned into ketchup and dripped onto the ground.

There was more and more blood, and the ketchup became thicker and thicker. Soon, it changed from drops to strands, and finally to a line of blood...

“Tick…tick…whoosh—”

The chef's uniform with green bib was soaked in blood. His arms, which were inserted into his chest, were scratching left and right. Blood was gushing out, and ketchup was all over the place.

"Found it... Found it..." It laughed, and a sick and crazy look emerged on its face, which was pale due to blood loss. It slowly pulled out its arm and dug out its heart...

“Gudong! Gudong! Gudong…”

The heart held in its hand seemed to still be alive and was beating.

But soon it stopped beating...

The chef in the green bib opened the heart, took out a juicy tomato, and then threw the pieces of the heart to the ground.

“La la la… Lu lu lu…” It fell to the end of the team of chefs like a crane, humming a dry and strange melody, and began to make tomato dishes, incorporating tomato elements into the food…

The road covered with ketchup was soon submerged in thick fog.

But soon, a rustling sound came from the fog, and figures emerged from the green forest, some crawling like humanoid spiders, some surrounding us like zombies, and they all lay down and licked the ketchup along the way...

“Rustle… rustle…”

In the thick fog, only rustling sounds could be heard.

Lin Yi insisted on watching the series of anti-biological operations performed by the chef in the green bib. His stomach was already churning with discomfort. He felt the stomach acid rising up to his throat several times, but he couldn't vomit anything out.

The green bib chef is clearly not satisfied and is ready to start working on the intestines.

Lin Yi couldn't bear to watch it anymore and turned his eyes away.

Suddenly, he saw a street lamp pole in front of him, and there were some figures under the lamp pole...

one two three four five six……

Those figures, they look so damn familiar, like... they were the same ones from yesterday?!
As soon as he realized this, he floated closer to the distance and came in front of "himself".

Just as he approached "yesterday's self", "yesterday's self" immediately showed some irritation on his face, as if he had heard some kind of call.

Wei Shan beside him immediately crouched down, staring at his position intently, and let out a low growl from his throat, like a wild beast about to go berserk.

Lin Yi didn't know whether Wei Shan was looking at the void where he was, or at this direction, and he was slightly surprised...

But he immediately realized something. When he turned around, he found that the thick fog behind him suddenly rolled up violently. Accompanied by a flickering faint yellow light, the security guard holding an old kerosene lamp broke through the fog like a heavy tank and came in front of him.

"It's the security guard!" He heard Wei Liang's frightened and excited voice.

At this moment, just as at that moment.

At this moment, the security guard discovered something and turned his head suddenly, and his pair of golden eyes met "yesterday's self".

However, at this moment, Lin Yi was sweating profusely, and his whole body was frozen in place as if he had been struck by lightning, not daring to move at all.

The security guard's hot golden eyes seemed to be staring at... him at this moment.

“Crackle—”

The security guard slowly clenched the mace covered with white powder in his hand, and a hard sound came from the base of his palm.

The security guard frowned slightly, and his sun-like eyes seemed to become even more dazzling. He sniffed Lin Yi at this moment in front of "Yesterday's self".

"..."

He said nothing, turned around, and stepped out of the light into the thick fog.

Seeing the group of people from yesterday following over, Lin Yi also followed over...

However, he frowned, thinking about an extremely serious question.

"What on earth is going on...?" "Am I not in a dream? Why do Wei Sang and the security guard... seem to be aware of my presence?"

"Or did Weisang sense the scent of those non-human units hidden in the fog? Is that why the security guard sniffed the scent on 'me'?"

Because Lin Yi vaguely remembered that when he and Wei Liang rushed towards the lamppost yesterday, the strange art teacher seemed to be following them closely, but because he did not look back, it did not trigger any subsequent crisis.

But based on experience, the fact that no special "plot" has been triggered does not mean that there has been no "contamination".

in other words--

"Is it possible that I was contaminated a long time ago? I just don't know it?"

He couldn't help but think of what the boss said again - "It's hard to imagine that you can make it to the gymnasium alive."

“Oh my god, was it supposed to be bad from the beginning…?”

He couldn't help but shudder - even though he seemed to have no form.

He slowly followed the team, and suddenly, he saw the chef in the green bib slowly coming behind Mao Feiyang...

"Maozi." The chef in the green bib made a voice exactly the same as his.

Then, Mao Feiyang turned his head subconsciously.

"Not good!" Lin Yi thought to himself that it was not good, but he was looking at the past events as if he had a God's perspective and could not change anything at all.

The chef in the green bib hung his head with the corners of his mouth curved like a clown. An eerie white mist rolled around him, making it look as if only the sculptural human outline was left.

"Maozi."

"Maozi."

"follow me."

"Come with me..."

"Hey hey hey..."

In the mist, the chef in the green bib let out a demonic voice that was exactly the same as "Lin Yi's" voice, as cold as a gust of wind in the snow.

Mao Feiyang's eyes were filled with fear and his thin, dark face was covered in cold sweat.

“No…no no no…no…”

He quickly turned around and fled, chasing after "Yesterday's Lin Yi".

“Hehehe…you saw me, you…saw me…” The dark white mist rolled and boiled, and the chef in the green bib suddenly disappeared like a ghost.

At this moment, it was completely different from the walking dead, as if it had established some kind of connection with Mao Feiyang, and it displayed an incredible hunting ability.

The dreary white mist carried its body like a cloud, making it cling to Mao Feiyang's shadow like a ghost...

Its blue-gray porcelain-like palm gently stroked Mao Feiyang's neck and ears from a distance of one or two centimeters, blowing out some white powder particles like smoke from time to time...

Mao Feiyang could see it, sense its existence, and even feel the frosting feeling of the white powder hitting his face.

But he clenched his teeth tightly, trying his best not to breathe in the white powder particles.

But these powder particles were not affected by breathing at all. They fell on his body like snowflakes, and then melted silently into his body...

Just as the powder particles continued to erode Mao Feiyang's body, "Yesterday's Lin Yi" who was walking in the front of the team suddenly frowned, vaguely sensing that something was wrong.

At this moment, Lin Yi was stunned from the perspective of God...

When Mao Feiyang was penetrated by the white powder particles, from his current perspective, he could actually see a vague dotted line.

Just like a local area network, Mao Feiyang became a port, slowly dispersing the absorbed white powder particles...

In addition to Wei Liang, Wei Shan, Kuai Hongji, Tian Bufan, and "yesterday's self" were all "assigned" to such powder particles.

"This...? The Maozi was contaminated by the green bib chef, and then... infected the rest of us?!"

"But why wasn't Liangzi infected?"

“What the hell is going on?!”

Lin Yi was confused. The content of this dream could not be described in words. If he dreamed about what Tian Bufan had experienced, then it would be fine. After all, Tian Bufan had described such a scene to him...

But the human-shaped sculptures that appeared later and could not be described in words, and the current God's perspective scene that was almost like a return visit, had far exceeded the scope of what his brain could understand.

At this time, "Yesterday's Lin Yi" led the team away from the chef team led by the security guard and rushed into the street lamp "Teaching Building-108", while Mao Feiyang was entangled by the green bib chef...

The dense white air penetrated into Mao Feiyang's limbs and bones as if it was free, causing his originally dark skin to appear an unnatural grayish-white color. His limbs became cold and stiff, and his pupils began to slowly dilate...

Seeing that Mao Feiyang was not moving and was constantly being polluted, even Lin Yi, who was in a God's perspective, couldn't help but shout out worriedly in his heart: "Maozi! Stop being dazed, hurry up! Follow them!"

Mao Feiyang's scattered pupils suddenly regained their brilliance. He had a splitting headache, but he seemed to hear Lin Yi's voice. He held his forehead and shook his head, and a hint of doubt flashed in his eyes.

"Maozi, hurry up!" The impatient and cold voice of Kuai Hongji beside him came from under the street light, interrupting Mao Feiyang's doubts.

The chef in the green bib seemed to sense something and quickly loosened his grip on Mao Feiyang and curled up into the shadows.

Mao Feiyang ran and caught up with his roommate.

Just as Mao Feiyang passed by and caught up with the backs of Wei Shan and others, Kuai Hongji held the street lamp pole "Teaching Building-108" with one hand and slowly looked at the chef in the green bib who seemed to have disappeared in Mao Feiyang's shadow...

His eyes were as gloomy as the ice that never melts all year round, and there was a cold arc at the corner of his mouth.

He spoke slowly, as if he was talking to the air, or to the chef in the green bib:
"roll."

The chef in the green bib rushed back to the team of chefs with his lunch box in his hand...

Lin Yi looked at Kuai Hongji almost in a daze, his mouth opened so wide that Wei Shan's fist could fit in.

……

Lin Yi followed "yesterday's self" and his group to the teaching building and counted the floors of the teaching building again.

In the thick fog, the only floors visible to the naked eye in the teaching building are the sixth and a half floors, and anything above that is really impossible to see clearly.

Seeing other people entering the stairwell one after another, he hurriedly followed.

He wanted to wander around the corridor and see what the rest of the stairwell looked like, but he soon found that there seemed to be some kind of limitation on his behavior - he could not break away from "yesterday's self" and his group.

This dream...seems more like a supplement to the details of last night.

He could reproduce in perfect detail anything that he or anyone else had seen, but he had no way of spying on things that he had never observed at all.

(End of this chapter)