AnalogHorror: Rule Kaidan 4016
Chapter 624 - 283 Phantom Vision, Faceless, Tian Bufan, and... Group C Class 18?! _2

Chapter 624: Chapter 283 Phantom Vision, Faceless, Tian Bufan, and... Group C Class 18?! _2

"He" finally ran out of the bookshelf area, but the chains overhead were still swinging non-stop, and the decrepit sculptures were mocking ceaselessly, as if saying that "he" could never escape from this place.

When "he" dashed out of the bookshelf area, the scene before his eyes delivered another great shock.

Beyond the bookshelf area was... a lecture classroom!

"So, this place is indeed a classroom... and not a library!"

Lin Yi had once thought that what Phantom Vision revealed was the library in Building D, but now it seems... that might not be the case?!

Or rather... can this Phantom Vision be trusted at all?

If it’s not a dream, it seems highly unlikely to be true, possibly a collusion of various elements of information from the mind forming an illusion!

The lecture classroom was filled with Pseudo-Human Experience Students, shaped like human tombstones, deeply embedded in their seats, each with eyes shut, seemingly breathless, motionless, looking just as if they were dead. Regardless of "his" movements weaving through the chairs, there was no reaction...

"He" ran down the steps, ran to the door of the classroom, the weird wind followed like a shadow, bringing more and more sounds.

"He" was far away from the broken windows, yet the howling and urgent wind sounds were increasing instead of decreasing.

[Where are you going...]

[You can’t leave...]

[Come back... take us with you...]

[Take us with you...]

[Hehehe... Hahaha...]

[Hehehe...]

Ignoring the scoffing from the tattered sculptures, "he" flung the classroom door open and rushed out!

The moment he opened the door, Lin Yi impulsively turned back for a glance—

If it’s a classroom, there should be a doorplate!

He was curious to see which classroom this was!

However, as his gaze fell on the doorplate, a chilling horror instantly spread from the bottom of his heart, making him feel as though he had plunged into an ice cellar.

On the doorplate was clearly written—

"C Group Class 18"

"’C Group Class 18’...?!"

"This, this is...?!"

Lin Yi hurriedly shifted his view, turning his attention from the corridor wall to the outside, where beyond the Teaching Building was a dense cloud layer, thick like a heavy blanket.

The floor where C Group Class 18 was located had already pierced through the clouds!

This Teaching Building stood isolated amidst the clouds, with nothing around, yet there seemed to be even higher floors, leading to some unknown world.

At the end of the corridor, light filtered through mottled windows, casting twisted shadows, like those of monsters from ancient myths, lurking in every dark corner.

On the walls of the corridor, where Wall Powder was peeling, the marbled lime exposed by the erosion of the years seemed to reveal secrets embedded in the walls...

The circulating air was filled with a damp moldy smell, mixed with faint odors of rust and decay, invoking images of sunken ships in the deep sea, or an old library in Europe from ancient times, long forgotten...

Whenever the wind blew, low moans echoed through the corridor, as if scores of souls were lamenting, or as whispers from ancient deities.

The mist slowly flowed through the corridor, at times condensing into vague human shapes, then dissipating, leaving only a haze of Nihility.

At the end of the corridor, there seemed to be a half-open door, hidden within the spotty demarcation of light and shadow, as if in a region behind the Layers, emitting a faint glimmer.

That light was not warm, but rather carried a strange chill, as though it was the entrance to another world.

Everything behind the door was unknown, filled with both allure and danger, enticing one to uncover the truth, yet also inspiring fear and horror.

Escaping from the decrepit classroom, "he" found himself in a hallway that seemed to be a corner forgotten by time, filled with a desolate, uncanny, and indifferent ambiance, as well as a kind of terror that is indescribable, which directly stirred the depths of one’s soul and provoked thoughts of exploring the unknown.

Here, every stone slab, every crack, seemed to possibly conceal ancient secrets...

"Is... is this still the Teaching Building?!"

Lin Yi tried to find the pendulum clock to confirm the time, but he felt "he" was about to Move, so he exhausted his Mental Power to peer through the door gap, while that old door was still not yet closed, and looked towards the area above the dilapidated chalkboard...

The Wall Powder had mostly peeled off due to wind erosion, and on the wall was a shocking crack, as if some invisible giant hand had once struck it with a massive object.

Right in the center of that crack was a thoroughly rusted and broken pendulum clock, its pendulum swinging weakly.

But its Time had completely stopped, the trembling pendulum like the last Breath of someone on their deathbed, faint and intermittent, yet barely hanging on.

Suddenly, Lin Yi started to hear an otherworldly "clang clang clang" sound in his ears—like the sound of a train rushing closely past.

When this sound emerged, everything he saw in front of him began to flicker rapidly.

As his Vision flickered incessantly, he saw intermittent scenes, like a person moving down a corridor with flickering lights, each time the light came on he had moved forward a bit, but the continuous scenery was tumultuously cut by the darkness, into a mess...

His Vision gradually approached the men’s restroom...

"He" shakily turned on the faucet and began to wash his face...

[Lin Yi...]

[Lin... Yi...]

It was as if he heard the sound of chains rattling above his head, and he slowly raised his head to see aisle walls also covered with tattered sculptures, where incandescent bulbs should have been was replaced by broken sculptures hung by chains...

[Lin Yi...]

He seemed to hear a voice from ahead...

He realized that this voice was emanating from the Mirror, and so he shakily raised his head...

In the mirror, his reflection was a bald figure with no features!

That Faceless self, its facial muscles writhing, mouth opening and closing, yet the skin concealed the mouth, forming only an "O" shaped mouth...

Lin Yi felt a chill down his spine, already ice-cold, he felt as if his spine was extracted, soaked in ice water for three days and nights, and then reinserted back into his flesh...

That unspeakable, indescribable sense of terror, piercingly cold, as if freezing the bone marrow, led him to a profound sense of suffocation.

"He" frantically washed his face... not knowing how long, he looked back into the mirror.

At last, a face with features appeared in the mirror, but that was not his face, it was...

Tian Bufan.

"Tian... Young Master Tian...?!" Lin Yi was shocked, as if realizing something, "Could this be... the Vision of Young Master Tian?!"

"Could he... could he be exploring above the 5th floor of the Teaching Building...?!"

"But... no, that’s not right, why..."

Why would those sculptures call his name—’Lin Yi’ and not ’Tian Bufan’?!

The temporary clarity brought by thought abruptly diluted the boundless fear that was about to take over, and gradually, his Vision shifted from black-and-white flickering to alternating between two different perspectives...

One moment he saw this abandoned, ruined Teaching Building, and the next moment, he saw the Teaching Building he had been in originally...

He heard the sounds of chains holding up broken sculptures along with those eerie calls, jeers, and the swirling of sharp wind, but then all went quiet, leaving only absolute stillness...

It was as though he saw corridor lights, incandescent bulbs hanging quietly above, gently radiating their soft light...

However, among those incandescent bulbs, he could vaguely see some unusual, somewhat glaring lights, like... LED lights?

As he was somewhat bewildered and confused, amidst the noise and utter silence, he seemed to hear a distant voice urgently calling out...

"Lin Yi..."