AnalogHorror: Rule Kaidan 4016
Chapter 197 - 91 Art Teacher_2

Chapter 197: Chapter 91 Art Teacher_2

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"Tap... tap... tap..."

Lin Yi followed the Dormitory Supervisor slowly through the Art Building, surrounded by the "sh-sh-sh" sound of the units moving with them.

They walked a distance and turned several corners. Throughout the process, Lin Yi could vaguely hear the Dormitory Supervisor muttering something that sounded like part of the "Dormitory Rules."

Yet the voice was ultimately too vague. It resembled a monk chanting scripture, so much so that he could not make out anything.

What he could feel, however, was that within the harrowing gaze of those non-human units, Mao Feiyang’s internal defenses were gradually crumbling...

"We’re here, we’re here..." finally, the mumbling voice of the Dormitory Supervisor sounded in front of him.

"So... when can I open my eyes?" Mao Feiyang’s voice carried a strong sense of fear.

"Theoretically, you can open your eyes now, but I suggest you wait a bit longer," the Dormitory Supervisor offered a cold suggestion, rejecting Mao Feiyang’s request, "Seeing the things here before you get the ’rules’ is of no benefit to you..."

Mao Feiyang thus stopped talking and silently followed the Dormitory Supervisor forward.

Shortly afterward, the Dormitory Supervisor stopped walking.

Then, Lin Yi heard a series of knocking sounds.

"Knock-knock! Knock-knock! Knock..."

When the Dormitory Supervisor knocked the third time, a male voice sounded from behind the door.

"Who is it?"

"I am the Dormitory Supervisor," the Dormitory Supervisor said.

"..." The voice behind the door suddenly fell silent.

Seeing this, the Dormitory Supervisor hesitated for a moment, then, without minding what the voice inside was thinking, directly said, "I am ’Dormitory Supervisor - 28 - X0230503021,’ adhering to the Dormitory Rules, bringing a person here, come open the door and take him!"

"Just having an identity credential is not enough... you know, I need to see ’the light.’"

The Dormitory Supervisor slowly lifted an old kerosene lamp, the warm glow seeming to penetrate through the door.

"So warm..." the person inside seemed to be moved with emotion.

"Hurry it up, I can’t stay here too long," the Dormitory Supervisor touched his cold arm, increasingly showing impatience, "Make it quick!"

"Wait a sec..."

"Click... click-click-click..."

The sounds of the latch turning resonated near the door, which then slowly opened.

The Dormitory Supervisor led Mao Feiyang into the office, and then held Mao Feiyang’s hand, saying, "Alright, student, you’re safe now. Now, ’you can open your eyes.’"

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As Mao Feiyang opened his eyes, Lin Yi’s vision also returned.

Before he could start observing his surroundings, a middle-aged man in a casual shirt appeared before him: "The Dormitory Supervisor is in a rush, come over and register with me first."

Lin Yi carefully observed the middle-aged man and then noted he had the features of an Asian, precisely a Huaxia person. However, he had silver-white hair and eyebrows.

On that chiseled face, a pair of golden eyes moved with a dim glow, akin to an eagle’s eyes.

He wore overalls, dangling a pipe, with a beret on his head, giving off the aura of a private detective.

This was a character style that looked as if it could only appear in comics or movies. Lin Yi’s first impression was that it didn’t quite seem real, somewhat like the middle-aged Dumbledore in "Where’s the Magical Creature."

Composed, calm, with a profound gaze... That was Lin Yi’s first impression.

Mao Feiyang followed him to a dark brown desk and then filled out a form in duplicate, which was very simple, containing just two items.

Mao Feiyang filled in according to the form:

"Name... Mao Feiyang."

"Registration time..."

He glanced at the European-style clock on the office wall, paused slightly, then wrote:

"2:56."

The middle-aged man took the form back, then handed the pen and form to the dormitory supervisor.

The dormitory supervisor added in front of the time, "X023 May 7...Experience Student."

When the dormitory supervisor wrote the time, the middle-aged man just glanced at it faintly and was about to look away, but when he saw the note "Experience Student," his eyes inadvertently widened a bit, as if carrying an indescribable surprise.

The dormitory supervisor did not say much else. After writing, he tore off a copy of the form, tucked it into his trouser pocket, handed the remaining part back to the middle-aged man, and then swiftly turned around, pushing open the office door with the old kerosene lamp and disappearing into the dim corridor.

"Bang!"

After the door closed, only Mao Feiyang and the middle-aged man were left in the spacious office.

Mao Feiyang became suddenly restrained.

"Experience Student reporting...?" the middle-aged man sized up Mao Feiyang from top to bottom as a gleam of interest flashed in his golden eyes. "Introduce yourself."

"From now on, I am your ’Art Teacher’."

"I do not have a badge, nor do I have anything that can prove ’I am an Art Teacher,’ but you can believe what I say in the office and the art classroom. If you encounter me at other times...try to stay alert around me," he said.

He pointed to a bookshelf nearby.

"’Art Building Rules’ and ’Art Student Rules’ are right there on that bookshelf, take a copy and sit down to read them yourself."

"Start with ’Art Building Rules,’ then ’Art Student Rules,’ make sure not to get the order wrong."

"It’s now 2:58. You have roughly one hour to memorize both rules, and if you have questions, you can ask me, but I will only selectively answer your questions."

The Art Teacher’s words sounded like riddles, but Mao Feiyang couldn’t concern himself with that right now and hurried over to the bookshelf to find the two rule books, grabbing them.

"This...this thick?"

Compared to the pamphlet-like student rules, the Art Building Rules and Art Student Rules combined added up to several pages, looking like a pocket book.

Moreover, unlike the "traditional" rules, the Art Building Rules and Art Student Rules felt very stiff.

Mao Feiyang unconsciously fiddled with the two rule books and soon discovered that the reason for this tactile sensation was that there seemed to be something like cardboard tucked inside the Art Student Rules.

But he did not immediately tinker with what was inserted but seriously started reading the Art Building Rules.

While Mao Feiyang was searching for the Art Building Rules and Art Student Rules at the bookshelf, Lin Yi took the time to observe the interior of the art office.

Compared to the cramped teacher’s office, this art office could be described as luxurious.

The entire art office was decorated in a classically elegant European style, with carpet, fireplace, chandeliers, pendulum clocks... all included, almost like the office of some corporation’s chairman.

In addition, at the end of the art office was a floor-length curtain that looked as though it covered a huge floor-to-ceiling window.

But what struck Lin Yi as odd was that the art office... had four desks in total, with some items placed on two of the desks, obviously in use, yet he did not see the Art Teacher.

Just as Lin Yi was feeling puzzled, Mao Feiyang had already opened the Art Building Rules.

He quickly focused his attention on reading, trying to remember as much of the content from the Art Building Rules as possible in the meantime.

Thinking of the two rule books, each as thick as a small notebook, gave him a tingling sensation on his scalp.

"Damn, the rules are almost like a thesis; how much danger could there be in here?"

But just as he saw the title page of the Art Building Rules, his expression changed.

"Damn, seriously? Starting off like this?"

At this moment, Mao Feiyang was staring at the title page of the Art Building Rules, but since he knew far less than Lin Yi, the shock he felt from the amount of information was not as intense as Lin Yi’s.

The title page of the Art Building Rules boldly displayed twenty characters, much like a warning for the ages:

"Abandon cognition, subvert common sense, appreciate art, study art, transcend art."