AnalogHorror: Rule Kaidan 4016
Chapter 780 - 358 Wolfing Down_2

Chapter 780: Chapter 358 Wolfing Down_2

Old Mo was startled to see this and was just about to slow down the pace of absorption to give Lin Yi a breather. However, at that moment, he suddenly froze.

"What’s the situation with this kid?!"

Lin Yi was like a deranged man who lost his wits, rummaging through trash bins for food, with a flickering light in his eyes. He violently tore open the packaging of bread, cookies, and other food, stuffing them into his mouth non-stop. At the same time, his body was like a sieve filtering through the Supernatural Power. A vast amount of Supernatural Power was absorbed into his body, and the useless "dregs" were all expelled.

This situation was as if he was a Klein Bottle... with a filter installed?

Old Mo rubbed his eyes, somewhat incredulous, thinking to himself that this kid couldn’t possibly be the spirit of a Klein Bottle, could he?

Could it be any more preposterous?!

The more he thought about it, the more he understood Boss. If Boss discovered such a "magical" guy, who knows how he would train him, how could he possibly let someone else just take him away to toy with?

Understand the Boss, become the Boss, surpass the Boss.

gaga gaga...

Thinking this, Old Mo suddenly shrank his neck. A possibly viable sneaky plan to get away with everything suddenly sprouted in his heart—if a fake news of "Lin Yi kicked the bucket at the Bell Tower" reached the Boss, would he come charging over and beat his dead body, then take him and Lin Yi back to campus?

Just like... how he rushed over to save Mu Daxian?

"Eh, surprisingly, there seems to be a strange coincidence..." Old Mo smacked his lips and subconsciously reached out to touch his chin, but after some thought, he felt he was being quite inappropriate.

Inappropriate be damned, it also seemed a bit... stupid.

Because although this stratagem seems very good, seemingly only at the small cost of some effort, the actual biggest problem is how to spread the fake news of "Lin Yi busted at the Bell Tower"...

The moment this issue came up, everything was back to square one.

If I had the skills to send fake news back to campus, I damn well would have returned already!

I really am a Little Genius...

Sometimes, Old Mo also thought he possessed grey humor. Of course, mulling over such things during "recharging" times could somewhat lighten the mood, and this type of "human-like" thinking could effectively distinguish him from the summons of the Art Building.

On the other hand, Lin Yi, while voraciously devouring Supernatural Power and food, increasingly behaved like a kind of beast hiding in the dark corners and stealthily enjoying its prey. His slightly arched back and the ’fuffuff’ sounds coming from his throat made him appear ever more terrifying.

If Old Mo couldn’t see Lin Yi and only heard the noises from Lin Yi’s side, he would truly believe a beast was lurking there.

Sometimes, Old Mo couldn’t help but wonder if he seemed more like he was still alive, compared to Lin Yi, who most of the time seemed like a normal human, but turned completely unhuman-like at critical moments.

Lin Yi’s stomach was like a bottomless pit, huffing and puffing as he devoured food. After finishing a mouthful of bread and Tomato, if he couldn’t stuff anymore, he would gulp down some water. In the end, after nearly all the food nearby was eaten, all that was left by his hand was a half-pack of Tomatoes.

He reached for the Tomato, but Old Mo snatched away the backpack in one swift move.

"Fu...?!" Lin Yi glared at Old Mo ferociously like a wild animal who had its food snatched from its mouth, his eyes, barely visible beyond the zipped-mouth appearance, now had two swirling vortexes of black with golden edges, resembling the eerie glow from the depths of a dark sea.

His body tensed and began to gather strength, like a cheetah poised for a lethal pounce.

Seeing Lin Yi in this state, Old Mo’s eyebrows furrowed, his tone commanding, "Enough."

"Fu—!" Lin Yi as if he hadn’t heard, charged out like a bolt of blue lightning, aiming straight for the backpack.

However, Old Mo was faster than Lin Yi at this moment. He grabbed Lin Yi’s mouth-split, evil doll-like Faceless face and slammed him violently onto the solid stone ground beneath their feet!

"I said... ENOUGH!!"

"Thud!!"

The impact sounded, so dull it seemed as if it would crack the stone slabs underneath.

Lin Yi’s body was smashed onto the ground in a bizarre manner, like maltitol stepped on by someone, but almost instantly, he began to self-Repair until he was back to his original state.

Beyond these peculiar physical movements, Lin Yi’s eyes also quickly returned to normal.

"I..." Lin Yi propped himself up into a sitting position and touched his slightly swollen head, "...I’m fine."

Old Mo opened his mouth, speechless: "I think I’ve also confirmed that you’re alright..."

He pulled Lin Yi up from the ground, looking him up and down as if observing some kind of strange creature.

Lin Yi felt goosebumps under Old Mo’s gaze and subconsciously smoothed the skin on his arms: "What’s wrong?"

Old Mo shook his head slightly: "Do you remember what just happened?"

Lin Yi was taken aback, then said: "I was gobbling down food, then you suddenly took the backpack, I reached out to grab it, and then you pinned me to the ground..."

"emmmm...just ’pinned to the ground’?"

"Huh? Was it not?"

Old Mo silently exhaled through his nose: "..."

Lin Yi: "What?"

Old Mo shook his head: "Nothing..."

He threw the backpack, that still had some tomatoes left, to Lin Yi: "Eating too much isn’t good, carry the rest, let’s go upstairs."

"Ah? Ow ow ow!"

Having said this, Old Mo started walking towards the depths of the corridor.

Compared to the path they took, this corridor was dim, yet it seemed like a sanctuary in the Art Building, without even a shadow of a Nocturnal species.

Candlesticks on both sides of the corridor emitted flickering candlelight, illuminating a limited area.

Lin Yi followed Old Mo for a while, then looked down to check the time, only to find it was already past 1 AM.

He was somewhat surprised, only now realizing that he had been so focused on eating, he hadn’t noticed that more than 40 minutes had passed.

"Checking the time?" Old Mo’s voice sounded.

"Yeah." Lin Yi nodded.

"What time is it?"

"Just past 1, uh... 1:02."

"That’s okay..." Old Mo nodded and continued moving forward.

Lin Yi pursed his lips, unable to control his curiosity, he asked: "Old Mo... what’s the deal with that music box? I mean, back in the gallery you seemed tight-lipped, so I wonder if we can talk about this now that we’ve left the gallery?"

In Lin Yi’s cognition, if that music box had a mechanism similar to the ’Shadow of Origin’, then there seemed to be no problem discussing it once they left the gallery, plus compared to ’Shadow of Origin’ that couldn’t even be spoken of near the Matrix, Old Mo actually muttered the name of ’Amon’s music box’.

"You’re talking about... ’Amon’s music box’?" Old Mo asked, observing the environment ahead.

"Yes."

"That thing... is an object that carries Supernatural Traits."

Lin Yi’s heart stirred, within the range of the Art Building, there were not a few objects that carry Supernatural Traits, but anything Old Mo treated so seriously definitely wasn’t simple, so he couldn’t help guessing: "Could it be that the creator of the music box is special? ’Amon’s music box’...’Amon’... Is it something created by someone named ’Amon’, or was it created by ’Amon’ himself?"

"It was created by ’Amon’."

"Amon... ’Original Apostles’—one of the earliest ’Angel Envoys’ documented in the Secret of the code, even the concept of ’Angel Envoy’ was proposed by them..."

"And ’Amon’... designed over 90% of the Black Moon Outpost on his own."

"He is also one of the few historical ’Angel Envoys’ who had a title..."

Old Mo’s expression was gravely serious. He squinted his eyes as if chanting some title and slowly let out the name:

"’Designer’."