446: Chapter 197: The Tomato Sauce on the Wound 446: Chapter 197: The Tomato Sauce on the Wound They say that at critical monts, a person’s mind is either a complete ss or crystal clear, and right now, Lin Yi’s mind was alarmingly lucid.
“Now, it’s the evening of May 7th, but during the dayti of May 8th…
I encountered this ‘Wei Liang’ as well!”
Lin Yi suddenly had a breakthrough: the fake Wei Liang that Mao Feiyang was dealing with must be the sa Nocturnal species Wei Liang that he had killed under the sun the next day!
Thinking this way suddenly solved many mysteries and closed the loop regarding the life and death of this nocturnal species Wei Liang.
But then he thought about it again and sothing seed off…
He pondered carefully and gradually pinpointed the problem.
“The timing is all wrong…”
This “ti” was not that “ti”; he was referring to the fact that the Nocturnal species had shaped itself into Wei Liang at the wrong ti.
On May 8th, the Nocturnal species had used his cognition to mold itself into the likeness of Wei Liang, so it made sense for there to be a Nocturnal species that had turned into the fake Wei Liang.
But what about now?
Without any reason, how could it take on the appearance of Wei Liang?
Even if it wanted to use Mao Feiyang’s cognition to impersonate soone, Wei Liang shouldn’t be the first choice, right?
More importantly, the bigger mystery was…
how the hell was there so many Liangzi-looking Nocturnal species?
What’s more terrifying to contemplate is that, just monts ago, the person who scurried into the dormitory, whispering in his ear after waking from a dream, also claid to be [Wei Liang]!
Even when it was being chased away by the Dormitory Supervisor, it said [I am Wei Liang], [save ] and similar phrases, almost identical to what the Nocturnal species in the bathroom of Building B was saying at this ti!
The evening of May 7th!
The dayti of May 8th!
The early morning of May 9th!
Lin Yi couldn’t comprehend the logic in all this, but he felt a tingling on his scalp, as if soone had ripped open his scalp and was pouring pop rocks into his brain!
The pop rocks exploded in his tofu-like brain incessantly, with nurous chaotics and disordered sounds reverberating in his mind like so eerie demonic chorus.
One voice said [I am Wei Liang, save ], another emitted a pained cry shredded by the seafaring winds…
Lin Yi felt an itch in his brain, unable to understand, utterly perplexed.
At so point, Lin Yi even began to harbor suspicions about Wei Liang!
The mont that thought flickered through his mind, he felt a sudden chill run down his spine, and he knew he was dood.
Such suspicion, like an eye-of-the-needle breach in an impenetrable defense, signified the shift from zero to sothing.
Even if he continued to trust Wei Liang, there was no guarantee that at so future mont, influenced by worsening contamination or other unknown factors, his doubts about Wei Liang wouldn’t be magnified.
Such doubts might seem trivial for now, but in a dire mont where there was no room for error, it could very well beco the final straw breaking the trust between them.
Not wanting to waste any more ti trying to understand the incomprehensible, Lin Yi quickly refocused his attention on Mao Feiyang.
At this mont, Mao Feiyang was following Mu Daxian upstairs.
But Lin Yi imdiately noticed an issue: Mu Daxian, who just monts ago was hurriedly taking Maozi away due to ti constraints, was now leisurely ascending the staircase, a stark contrast from his prior urgency.
And following behind him, Mao Feiyang didn’t seem to be in a rush either, as if he had grown accustod to it.
Lin Yi looked up at the upper section of the stairwell and easily spotted the exit on the 2nd floor of Building B.
“Could their goal be more than just going upstairs?” Lin Yi’s thoughts quickly pivoted, since he had only just entered into Maozi’s perspective and was unaware of past events, he could only speculate.
Otherwise, with their pace, they should have gone straight to the 2nd floor.
At that mont, Lin Yi’s nostrils twitched; he thought he detected a sweet sll in the air…
This odor defied precise description, but the instant Lin Yi caught the scent, his mind conjured up an association with so food he enjoyed.
Following the scent, his gaze uncontrollably settled on Mao Feiyang’s scraped hand…
Dammit!
That sweet aroma was coming from Mao Feiyang’s wound!
His pupils slightly narrowed as he seed to see sothing slowly oozing from under the skin of Mao Feiyang’s wound…
delicious tomato sauce!
His mind’s association with his favorite food was quickly overtaken by the image of oozing, viscous tomato sauce, and an agitated, ravenous impulse surged from deep within him like an erupting volcano.
The intense craving even had a touch of compulsion, like soone watching an ice cream machine go haywire and ooze white cream without a cup underneath to catch it, compelling the onlooker to rush over and catch it.
“No!
No, no, no…” Lin Yi took a deep breath, shook his head vigorously, and diverted his attention from Mao Feiyang’s injury.
“You’re losing control,” Mu Daxian’s calm voice sounded in Mao Feiyang’s ear, waking up Lin Yi as well.
For a mont, Lin Yi was unsure whether the words were directed at Mao Feiyang or…
himself.
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