AnalogHorror: Rule Kaidan 4016
Chapter 756 - 349: The Only Way Back to Campus_2

Chapter 756: Chapter 349: The Only Way Back to Campus_2

"Old Mo, you’re so strong, why do you insist on jinxing yourself?"

Old Mo calmly said, "I’m merely preparing for the worst, and besides, you and I are practically strangers. There’s no need for you to be overly concerned about the life and death of someone who has already died once."

Lin Yi pursed his lips.

It’s like this many times. Even when the person involved has already let go of the matter, there are always others who can’t seem to do the same.

Lin Yi was that other person.

"So... you chose to ’arrive’ here just to talk to me about the elevator matter?"

Old Mo shrugged his shoulders: "That’s one of the reasons, yes. I have a principle when it comes to doing things: whatever I promise the Boss, I must fulfill first. Once I have no further responsibilities, then I can act without restraint. But... if, at that time, I really can’t bring you to the elevator, then you’ll have to make the effort to come over yourself..."

"Stop talking like that. I’ll be your power bank, and you can just let me cling to your coattails..." Lin Yi concealed the ominous premonition in his heart and tried to use a humorous identity like "Home Guardian God and his Traveling Spring" to cover up the companionship that was starting to develop between them.

Don’t you die on me, I’m boosting you! After holding the fort, let’s head home together!—shouted the deepest desire of Nanny Lin Yi’s heart.

"I’ll try my best..." Old Mo sighed, "Let’s move, it’s time to go."

Saying this, he pulled out two strands of big eyeballs that were "charging" on the Sneering Angel.

Watching the Sneering Angel still clutching onto its last breath, seemingly unwilling to let go of its celestial life force, Old Mo casually laid a hand on it. Then a golden aura spread from his palm, draining all the remaining supernatural power from the Sneering Angel, just like he had absorbed Lin Yi’s power before.

The Sneering Angel rapidly petrified at a visible speed, eventually turning into a wingless, contorted human sculpture. Old Mo exerted more force and ground the sculpture of the Sneering Angel into countless pieces, which "rolled" about the place, with smaller fragments blown around by the strong wind, some even rolling off the edge of the Watchtower.

Lin Yi looked at this Sneering Angel and couldn’t help but feel puzzled.

The transformation of this Sneering Angel seemed different from the one "restored to its original form" by Mr. Wang!

Old Mo didn’t say much, picked up the two strands of big eyeballs, and began to lead Lin Yi in the opposite direction of the Stone Bridge toward the center of the Watchtower...

"Hey? Wait a second, Old Mo, aren’t we going to the Art Building?" Lin Yi tugged at his soaked clothes, braving the wind and rain to keep up, and couldn’t help but ask.

Old Mo turned his head and said, "Before we go to the Art Building, come with me to the Art Office first."

"Huh? You mean to directly sort out the Student Souvenir Coin for me?" Lin Yi countered.

Old Mo paused for a moment: "How do you know you can get Student Souvenir Coins from the Art Teacher?"

"Uh... guessed it..."

"Forget it, it’s not important." Old Mo waved his hand, no longer interested in listening to Lin Yi’s tales, "Besides, you won’t be able to get the Student Souvenir Coins. Getting them from the Art Teacher would mean acquiring the Identity of an Art Student. While you brought here by me qualify, there’s no need for that."

"I’m going to the Art Teacher to ask for a message so I’m not working for nothing."

As Old Mo spoke, he did not stop walking, leading Lin Yi into the Watchtower. They passed through a corridor lit with flickering candles, echoing with the sharp whistling of the wind, twisting and turning, until they arrived at a door carved with simple patterns.

Above the door, a sign read "Art Office." Old Mo glanced at it and then knocked on the door.

"Knock, knock! Knock, knock!"

After two knocks, a gentle female voice quickly responded from inside.

"Who is it?"

Old Mo spoke up: "I’m Black Chef, Old Mo, here to see Big Golden Fur."

"Black Chef...?" The woman’s voice behind the door obviously hesitated for a moment, then seemed to realize something and opened the door.

"Ga——"

The door opened, and through the crack, Lin Yi saw the person inside, who also saw Old Mo and Lin Yi.

Then, Lin Yi froze.

"Teacher...?!" He almost blurted out.

"Nocturnal species?!" The person behind the door changed color dramatically, seemingly not recognizing Lin Yi.

Actually, that’s quite normal, because Lin Yi is currently in a "Faceless" bald condition.

"Do you know her?" Old Mo glanced at Lin Yi and said, "Forget it, let’s go inside and talk."

He grabbed those two strings of big eyeballs and, without caring about the person inside’s reaction, led Lin Yi directly into the Art Office, looking very much like a parent taking a younger relative to visit family, with both hands holding gifts and so on.

Seeing Old Mo dressed like a black-clad Pocket Chef, the person inside immediately let them through, not bothering about what was going on with Lin Yi anymore.

After closing the door, Old Mo looked around and, without regard for the person inside sizing up Lin Yi, went straight to the point, "Where is Big Golden Fur?"

The person inside came to their senses and said hurriedly, "Sorry, we don’t keep dogs here..."

"It’s not a dog, Big Golden Fur is me."

Suddenly, near the bookshelf deep in the Art Office, there was the sound of a door opening, followed by some intense gusts of wind.

After two or three seconds, the wind died down, as if a door had closed.

Then, hurried footsteps descending stairs could be heard from behind the adjacent bookshelf, and a figure wearing a thick windproof leather jacket emerged from behind the bookshelf.

The windproof leather jacket looked like the type that fishermen on deep-sea trawlers often wear; he was soaked all over, with droplets of water falling onto the office floor, wetting the ground.

He took off his waterproof jacket to reveal the appearance beneath it—it was the Art Teacher who had registered Mao Feiyang to report as an Art Student.

Looking at the self-proclaimed "Big Golden Fur" dog, ah no, Art Teacher, everyone went silent except for Old Mo.

"Not... Aren’t our nicknames all so distinctive?!" Lin Yi couldn’t help but bark internally, but his gaze still passed through the "ultra-thin breathable white silk head covering" made of scales, falling once again on the Art Teacher who had opened the door for them.

The Art Teacher in front of him was none other than "Homeroom Teacher-039", no, to be more precise, now an Art Teacher, only it’s a pity that the Art Teacher had no Identity Credential, so he also had no way to determine how to address her, only able to call out "Teacher."

Even though Lin Yi was in a "Faceless" state, Homeroom Teacher-039 still faintly sensed his gaze and couldn’t help saying, "You are...?"

"I..." Lin Yi unconsciously wanted to say, "I am Lin Yi," but the words barely reached his throat when he recalled Old Mo’s instructions and stopped himself.

Old Mo explained, "He is ’without identity’ now; he can’t tell you who he is, but if you ’feel’ that he is somebody, then don’t doubt it, he is that person."

Homeroom Teacher-039 opened her mouth, her look towards Lin Yi suddenly became complicated, and she sighed softly, "I never thought... you would ultimately lose your identity. So, are you here to register as an Art Student?"

"Sigh..."

"Never expected, I conducted both of your registrations."

"You misunderstood, he does not need to register," Old Mo said, "The situation is far more complicated than you imagine. We can discuss the specifics when you have the chance to meet again. Where is Big Golden Fur? Are you keeping fish? What’s with the dilly-dallying in a raincoat?"

The Art Teacher near another bookshelf’s eyelid twitched violently, hanging the windproof jacket to one side, rubbing his hands together and breathing in the cold air sharply: "Old Mo, why have you come here to court death?"

He walked over, passing an office desk, he casually grabbed a beret but hesitated for a moment due to his wet hair and put it down again, then decided to pick up the tobacco pipe at hand and took an enjoyable puff.