AnalogHorror: Rule Kaidan 4016
Chapter 529 - 237 Chef Sculpture_2

Chapter 529: Chapter 237 Chef Sculpture_2

"Damn, I give up! You, motherf...never mind, I’ll tell you later." Lin Yi gave Wei Liang a speechless glance, then looked down at his watch.

6:53.

It seemed there was plenty of time, but not really.

"Let’s observe for another two minutes; if it doesn’t work out, we’ll head to the cafeteria first... sort out breakfast, then figure out the rest."

He shifted his gaze to the area beyond the lamppost—a small slope covered with green grass, further out were some plants and tree roots poking from the soil, then a patch of sparse shrubs, and beyond that, the Green Forest Belt.

Soon, a breath from nearby caught Lin Yi’s attention. He looked down and immediately saw the tomato sauce flowing under the cobblestone path. It trickled down the slope as if spilling over, its trail forming a sinister network of tendrils as if intending to envelope the entire hillside.

As he followed the flow of tomato sauce down the slope, that hard-to-detect "malice," like streams joining a river, began to flow rapidly and spread out toward him from the Green Forest Belt...

That "malice" was spreading from the Green Forest Belt near the cafeteria!

"Could it be originating from the Pseudo-Human Statue Formation?" Lin Yi pondered thoughtfully.

Just then, a gust of wind swept over the ridge, and the Green Forest Belt seemed to come alive suddenly, as if the top courtesan unfurling her arms hidden by wide sleeves, revealing things long concealed by it.

At that moment, Lin Yi felt a chill all over, as if he had been thrown into sub-zero ice and snow.

He saw a phalanx of sculptures.

Had it been a normal formation of sculptures, Lin Yi, accustomed to such sights, wouldn’t have been too perturbed. However, the critical detail was that these sculptures were not students but—

Chefs!

At S City University, a chef’s identity isn’t marked by a square chef’s hat, but by an apron.

All the chefs were wearing an apron.

And these chefs before him were not ordinary ones—they appeared to be chefs in black aprons.

This was Lin Yi’s intuition.

Albeit the black aprons worn by these chefs differed fundamentally from the blue and green aprons—the latter two were made of oilcloth, while the black apron chefs wore the heavy leather aprons of butchers.

Thus, there was a clear difference in the thickness of the aprons.

Of course, Lin Yi was unsure if the thickness of the aprons might change due to petrification, so he couldn’t confirm if those chef sculptures were indeed in black aprons and could only preliminarily judge based on intuition.

Moreover, these chef sculptures weren’t arranged as neatly as in a regular phalanx. Each was frozen in different poses and expressions, their faces sinister and twisted, eyes glaring like King Kong, some resembling hysterical super-villains as found in temples.

The forms of their limbs were mostly deformed—missing arms or legs, some even had parts of their heads chopped off, with the remaining parts scarred and battered, hardly a single one was intact.

Upon seeing these black apron chef sculptures, Lin Yi’s first reaction was as though he was seeing those soldiers forever frozen in the ice from the mid-twentieth century...

These black apron chefs seemed to have fought until the very end, completely petrified.

Although devoid of any life, the expressions on their faces still emitted a shockingly intense passion.

It was as if they were enveloped by an unyielding spirit.

But at the same time—the strong "malice" also originated from them!

[Kill—]

[Kill—]

In Lin Yi’s ears, it was as if roaring sounds like avalanches were ringing out, carrying endless fury and murderous intent, surging like tidal waves.

Where was the malice?

There was no malice!!

Only murderous intent!

"That’s not right!"

Lin Yi suddenly realized that the "malice" was not coming from the black apron chefs, but from—

A flash of golden light suddenly crossed his eyes, and in that moment, his eyes pierced through the facade like an eagle’s... he saw it!

Around the pocket chef dressed in black, there were some sculpted fragments in the shape of feathers!

Feather-shaped sculpture fragments!

"You can draw them over, and then I’ll make a move!"

Old Mo’s words, booming like thunder, exploded in Lin Yi’s mind!

Those were feathers from an angel sculpture!

Lin Yi suddenly understood—not that Old Mo had the ability to combat the angel sculpture, but rather, it seemed that the group of chefs in black pockets had the ability to fight against the angel sculpture!

Could it be—some supernatural trait linked to their occupation?!

Just like Class Teacher-039, who seemed to have mentioned something about expulsion!

So, the pocket chefs in black could combat the angel sculptures... but, from the looks of it, the price they had to pay seemed extremely severe.

Lin Yi’s gaze traveled through the endless chef sculptures, but apart from the sculpted feather fragments, he could not find any sculptures that looked like angel sculptures!

Did that mean, so many of the black pocket chefs had died without leaving behind a single angel sculpture?!

Or was it that he only knew what the Sneering Angel looked like, and for the other two types of angel sculptures, he only had Mu Daxian’s descriptions, so even if the sculptures of the Rage Angel and the Alien Angel were there, he might not recognize them?

He was uncertain, so he dared not jump to conclusions.

But he immediately noticed that those sculpted feather fragments were very strange. At first glance, they looked like feathers, but upon closer inspection, they seemed to reveal something unusual...

Just as Lin Yi focused his attention on those sculpted feather fragments, they slightly trembled...

The next moment, a fine crack suddenly appeared on one of the feather fragments, followed by the crack violently splitting open!

’Clang!’

The crack opened and closed, and an eyeball glared out from inside the feather!

Filled with golden circular patterns, much like an eagle’s eye, its appearance seemed to twist the surrounding space, creating a bizarre sense of destruction.

At this moment, a terrifying chill surged to the crown of Lin Yi’s head as he made eye contact, feeling as if his spirit was captured by that eyeball, as if it was being pulled out of his body and floating away!

At the same time, an endless "Malice" rushed towards Lin Yi like rivers in a storm suddenly bursting through their banks!

Lin Yi’s pupils shook; he seemed to see a tsunami composed of moving nocturnal species, darkening the skies as it surged towards him!

’Not good!’

’The layer fell!!’

’I must have dropped a layer!!!’

Lin Yi inwardly exclaimed in alarm, quickly reaching into his pocket, grabbing his student ID card and started shouting in his mind:

’I am Lin Yi, my student ID is X0230506098, I am at "Cafeteria-051" light post...not good, damn, the light post is not working!!’

The light post at "Cafeteria-051" didn’t have any white paint number!

’I am Lin Yi, my student ID is X0230506098, I am on my way to the Cafeteria! I...’

[I am Lin Yi, I am at...Faith Angel!]

[I am Lin Yi, I am at the Faith Angel!!!]

[Faith Angel!!!]

A strange and bewitching sound wave twisted his will, born from the void, surrounding his ears like numerous smoke rings, drifting, barely there, but haunting.

This voice...resembled the Heretical Choir, but also not, unknown where it came from, yet seeming omnipresent.

Suddenly, Lin Yi saw those chef sculptures seemed to come alive, moving like puppets controlled by a demon, all of them wriggling their mouths, with hideous expressions facing Lin Yi, chanting strangely, as if trying to convert him.

[Faith Angel!!!]