He took a few deep breaths, slowly suppressing the anxiety in his heart, and then fetched a towel from the wardrobe to quickly wipe his body, which made him feel a bit more comfortable.
When he got the towel, he also set aside pajamas and a bath towel, so that once Wei Liang finished, he could seamlessly continue.
After taking out the notebook, student ID card, and so rules from his pocket, he threw the clothes he wouldn’t wear again into the washing machine.
After throwing them in, he instinctively looked at the wall beside the washstand.
The wall was precisely the dormitory window.
Thick mist covered the glass of the window, and the heavy rain carved sinister cobwebs on this layer of mist, as if clawed by twisted talons.
However, even with such glass, even with Lin Yi’s current vision, he couldn’t see the scene outside the window of the campus.
All he could see was a world of swirling mist in black.
He returned to his desk and began organizing the items in his backpack.
His backpack was waterproof, but the waterproof backpack wasn’t watertight.
And Wei Liang’s raincoat was a useless thing, so this backpack was nearly wet through.
He unzipped the backpack and, upon seeing the situation inside, imdiately kneeled on the spot apologetically, "I’m sorry backpack, I wronged you..."
The backpack, which looked almost entirely soaked on the outside, was surprisingly just a bit damp inside.
Lin Yi was delighted and took out the two remaining bread rolls, a packet of cookies, and a bottle of water from the bag, and then... his attention fell on the black wooden box at the deepest part of the bag.
"Ouroboros Ring"...
Lin Yi whispered to himself, taking out the black wooden box and playing with it in his hand for a while.
The black wooden box and the "Ouroboros Ring" felt like one whole to him, similar to the kind of divine sword and scabbard... but not the kind with a Holy Grail functioned Asura god sword sheath relationship, such a sheath relationship isn’t unfounded, rather it’s that whenever he needed, the "Ouroboros Ring" would appear in his hand, and then return to the sheath after use.
Looking at the black wooden box in his hand, Lin Yi again beca interested in the so-called "Mystical Genealogy" and that "Mysterious Creation Atlas".
After playing with it, he put the black wooden box down, then opened Old Mo’s backpack and started taking out the tomatoes one by one.
Although he knew clearly how these things ca about, he decided to take them out, because from the perspective of the "tomato" itself, being stuffed in a damp bag could easily go bad.
And these fresh tomatoes, if they spoiled, he would lose the desire to swallow them.
Secondly, at this point, there was essentially no possibility of anything eerie happening when they saw tomatoes.
He suddenly thought of sothing and looked at the notebook on the table and seed to find a strange scene.
He put down everything he was holding and then picked up the notebook.
The cover of the notebook was a bit damp, but when he opened it, he found that the pages inside were completely dry, even the edges were perfectly dry.
In this downpour where even his shorts got soaked, the notebook kept in his pocket seed immune to water damage, which was in itself very strange.
He shook the pages, and they made a crisp "snap" sound.
Unable to understand it, he decided not to delve into it for now, but just as he was about to close the book, he suddenly noticed that the writing on the pages seed to have twisted sowhat.
Was it an illusion?
He rubbed his eyes and looked at the pages again.
No, it wasn’t an illusion.
It seed that the original text he had recorded in the notebook had beco blurred in the humid air, so were sared into ink spots, even his handwriting had beco unclear and twisted.
He flipped the book open and closed, trying to see if the ink had run due to external pressure.
The result was no.
The text on the pages no longer continued to blur, it’s unknown whether because it hadn’t continued to be drenched or moistened, or because they had already been blurred enough.
"Could it be that my words hadn’t been truly ’written’ onto the book until now that they’re truly imprinted?"
As he flipped through the notebook, without looking carefully, he had not realized, now, as the writing blurred and turned obscure, vaguely appearing with so sort of unique, familiar flavor as if seen sowhere before.
He thought carefully and finally realized that this familiarity didn’t co from long-ago mories but was rather recent.
"These characters..." Lin Yi turned the notebook over and over, not reading anything, but continuously searching for the feeling, "why do they feel a bit like the words engraved at the ’Holy Hall’?"
Not just the Quantum Giant Clock "Holy Hall", the Art Building’s arch wall, the inner Obsession Sculpture Corridor, the Stone wall at Bell Tower, the Contractor’s room... there were too many, too many, his mind was filled with large building areas, all of which had similar markings.
Like those pictographic symbols between oracle bone script and cuneiform writing, those... ancient secret marks.
All the text on his notebook had virtually turned into these secret marks, even so he had never seen before, but those things made him feel an incredibly peculiar familiarity.
Yes, an "unfamiliar" "familiarity".
He rubbed his temple, reluctantly closing the notebook.
Although he didn’t know whether the writing in the notebook held another aning, he was certain that rely the few markings resembling secret marks were enough to raise the danger level of this "Death Note" a big notch.
The current notebook, perhaps it could no longer be described rely as "danger level," it should be...
Disaster level.
"This thing must be well-preserved..."
Lin Yi sighed lightly, glanced at the wall clock.
21:55.
It had been 9 minutes since Wei Liang entered the bathroom to take a shower, the sound of water had vanished, seemingly drying off.
Sure enough, a minute later, in pajamas, Wei Liang pushed open the bathroom door, holding clothes in one hand, and using the other to wipe his hair with a towel.
"I’m done, Old Lin, it’s your turn."
Saying so, he threw his changed clothes into the washing machine, then searched for the hair dryer by the washstand.
"Hey! I’m coming!"
Lin Yi responded, hurriedly taking his pajamas and bath towel into the bathroom.
Soon the sound of water resud and followed by the sound "beep... ka ka ka" at the dormitory door.
Wei Liang, busy drying his hair, responded to the sound and glanced at the wall clock...
21:59.
...
In the bathroom, the warm water from the showerhead enveloped the room in steam, as the shower rinsed over him, Lin Yi felt as if the dampness from the storm had been washed away, a long-lost comfort rising within him.
Perhaps showering was also a different form of purification. Lin Yi sotis had such thoughts.
Amidst the wash, he suddenly sensed the mist swirling in a strange way, tracing out the outlines of an unseen creature...
A slight chill ran down Lin Yi’s spine as he quickly turned to look at the eerie spot.
But there was nothing there aside from the small window of the bathroom.
The small window was narrow, seemingly only for ventilation, but tightly closed.
Lin Yi didn’t look for long, leaning his head back to the ceiling, starting to wash his hair.
There was a light on the ceiling, round like an eyeball, as the steam rose, that eyeball—a no, that bulb transmitted a dizzying sensation.
Lin Yi gently shook his head and quickly regained his composure.
But as the shower’s rinsing continued, he faintly sensed that amidst the water’s sound, sothing seed to erge, like soone speaking, whispering in his ear.
The voice seed to be...
[Lin Yi, oh Lin Yi...]
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