AnalogHorror: Rule Kaidan 4016
Chapter 913 - 422 Who Entered the Information?_2

Chapter 913: Chapter 422 Who Entered the Information?_2

"The classmates all returned to the Art Classroom, and the teachers also came to teach... but Brother Xian has gone missing, and there’s still no news."

"Last night, after Brother Xian assigned the defense tasks, he went to the Bell Tower alone, but he still hasn’t come back yet. I feel very uneasy, worried that something bad might have happened to him..."

"The teacher went to ask the Night Watchman, but the Night Watchman didn’t say a word..."

"The Night Watchman always refuses to speak or mutters in languages we can’t understand. The teacher can’t fully decipher them either... Hopefully Brother Xian is okay."

"Other things... over a hundred injuries among classmates, but the statistics haven’t been compiled yet..."

The content of the information was nothing like before; it sprawled across the page like a diary. But what shocked Lin Yi the most wasn’t the aftermath of the event, but the timing.

By analyzing the message, he vaguely understood that Mu Daxian was likely still near the Bell Tower after being rescued—perhaps still unconscious and not yet awakened.

However, the timeline in this message was deeply unsettling.

"X023 May 10th." This timestamp signified the moment this information appeared within the comic, which was today.

And that was exactly where the problem lay.

Lin Yi’s expression tightened as his brows furrowed deeper.

Known:

[Clue One]:

The classroom door locks at 9:00 PM, and beginning at 9:00 PM, anyone who enters the classroom must remain inside until 7:40 AM the following day before being allowed to leave.

[Clue Two]:

Based on how recent the information was, it was evident that the content in the book was left by someone still inside the Art Building as of the evening of May 9th.

But Clue One and Clue Two contradict each other and mutually undermine their logic.

Because, if Clue Two were correct, then whoever returned from the Art Building should definitely be in the classroom and would have participated in the roll call.

"Wait a minute!"

A figure flashed through Lin Yi’s mind—the person who left the classroom at the very start!

"Could it be him?"

"No... that doesn’t make sense."

If it were him, it would mean he had the ability to open and close the door independently, entirely bypassing the need to wait for Director-040 to unlock it and make his escape!

Could it have been a coincidence?

That person returned from the Art Building and then entered the classroom alongside the Mountain Man, stayed until 7:40 AM, and coincidentally left as Director-040 was unlocking the door?

A cascade of coincidences—is it really just coincidence?

If this were true, then why would he try to escape?

The mounting suspicious details made Lin Yi set aside this hypothesis.

He held onto the adult comic and kept browsing for more.

But he didn’t take a few steps before sensing something eerie—a subtle change in the comic that made it different from just moments ago.

He opened the book titled "Super Extreme Fighting! The Hidden Awakening of the Magical Girl!" once more, only to find that the information left in the book had increased...

"Other things... over a hundred injuries among classmates, but the statistics haven’t been compiled yet..."

"...Why... why hasn’t the invasion ended yet..."

Lin Yi knew very well that every piece of information within an adult comic was incredibly fragmented, like the pages of the book could never fully bear the weight of the messages. Still, he was sure he had already read through all the information earlier.

But now new entries had appeared, as if some invisible hand continued to edit the contents inside the book!

Damn it, ghosts?!

Lin Yi shuddered uncontrollably, feeling a chill clawing down his spine. He almost dropped the book in reflex.

What’s more, he felt deeply puzzled, as his previous understanding of the fragmented notes within the adult comics suggested they weren’t supposed to contain this much information—it was impossible.

"Could it be..." Lin Yi’s mind sparked with realization, "Could it be that the pages truly can’t carry these messages, so... the information left in the book eventually vanishes, like marks on a sand dune blown smooth by the wind?"

"In that case... the fragments of text left in previous books were simply the remnants preserved after the rest disappeared over time! So when I failed to decipher more information earlier, it wasn’t because I couldn’t decode it—it was erased by the passage of time!"

"But this time, the information must still be freshly ’written’, which is why the message is still intact!"

Case solved!

If he were to revisit later and found fewer details remaining in the book’s content, then his hypothesis was likely correct.

However, the additional entries in the book now completely negated his earlier guess.

There was no connection between the message in the book and the mysterious figure who entered the classroom!

That person’s origins remained questionable.

But eliminating one wrong option only made the puzzle more perplexing. Ghosts—there couldn’t be real ghosts involved here, right? Whoever wrote the entries in the book referred to Mu Daxian as "Brother Xian" and addressed the Art Teacher as "Teacher," which meant they were definitely an Art Student.

If it’s just a real living person, then how could the addition of information be explained?

Lin Yi couldn’t make sense of it all and held the book while plunging deeper into thought.

Standing nearby, Li Huiyuan noticed Lin Yi’s perplexed state. She wanted to shake him out of it but couldn’t feel anything especially strange about him. So she held back, merely watching him intently with worry and concern.

Wei Liang, meanwhile, seemed to grow impatient waiting and bellowed from the tiered classroom, "Old Lin, have you found the book yet? Don’t tell me you’re up to something shady in there. Hey, hey, hey... Huihuizi, Huihuizi, can you hear me? Is Old Lin alright? He hasn’t fallen asleep, has he?"

His words were quite suggestive, barely stopping short of implying, "Don’t let things get out of control while you two change clothes!" The artistic value of the book’s content is high—appreciate it, but don’t imitate it in real life!

But Lin Yi’s sharp ears caught a vital word from Wei Liang’s cheeky remarks—[hasn’t fallen asleep yet?]

"’Fallen asleep...?’" Lin Yi’s eyes flickered with a trace of subdued clarity. Over the past few days, he’d grown used to overthinking Wei Liang’s actions and analyzing whether his words carried double meanings or hidden clues...

And this time...

"I’m still searching! Got my hands on a real gem here! Don’t rush me!" Lin Yi shouted back casually, though his face remained somber.

Soon after, his gaze shifted toward Li Huiyuan.

Li Huiyuan flinched at his serious demeanor, her heart skipping a beat for reasons unknown.

"No!" Driven almost entirely by instinct, she cut Lin Yi off before he could speak and said, "I don’t know what you’re planning, but I won’t allow it!"

"This..." Lin Yi opened his mouth, looking a bit helpless, "I haven’t even said anything yet..."

"No means no!" Li Huiyuan furrowed her brows tightly, her worried expression overflowing like rippling water. "You clearly haven’t dropped the layers yet—what are you trying to do? Intentionally drop into another layer?"

Lin Yi pressed his lips briefly, then reassured her, "Don’t worry. I’ve only guessed at something and need to verify it—that’s all; nothing bad will happen."

"I can practically see the death flags planted all over your back!" Li Huiyuan anxiously objected. "You better not mess around, Lin Yi!"

"I swear I’m not messing around," Lin Yi said, setting the book aside before firmly grabbing Li Huiyuan’s shoulders. "I plan to actively initiate a ’Dream Building.’ You’ve studied Mystical Genealogy—so you should know what that signifies."

"Dream... Dream Building?" Li Huiyuan startled. "No way—aren’t you that retro Architecture student or whatever? Dream Building has nothing to do with you! Don’t try to trick me!"

Lin Yi responded gravely, "Actually, architecture and Dream Building have some shared principles. Explaining all of it would take too long, but can you trust me? Here—hold onto my hand. If anything feels off about me, you can wake me up. That works, right?"

"I suppose... that could work." Li Huiyuan reluctantly agreed.