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Chapter 541: Mobius Strip Time Paradox

"indeed……"

"We need to find a place where the Laughing Angel will appear. Let's attract the hatred of one first. Lao Lin, do you have any good ideas?"

Lin Yi thought about it, then said thoughtfully: "We can find a place where the layer has cracks, such as the dome of the lobby of the Art Building. That side is broken, and later there will be a Laughing Angel from there..."

"Wait! Old Lin! Wait!!" Mao Feiyang suddenly interrupted Lin Yi in an urgent tone. Before he finished speaking, a heavy roar suddenly came from the direction of the lobby of the Art Building.

"boom--!!"

Along with the roar, the entire art building seemed to tremble violently, and dust fell down.

"Oh no, Lao Lin, oh no!" Mao Feiyang's expression suddenly became extremely ugly.

"How...what on earth happened?" Lin Yi was extremely puzzled and bewildered for a moment.

Mao Feiyang's tone was a little dry: "The lobby of the Art Building...there were no cracks before..."

"I know that. I didn't see that when I observed it just now. But what does this have to do with us?"

"This is a big deal, Old Lin!" Mao Feiyang explained while gritting his teeth, "Didn't I tell you not to tell me the established facts that will happen in the future? Because once you tell me, it will become a reality in my future?"

"Wait, you mean...?!" A terrifying thought immediately flashed through Lin Yi's mind.

Mao Feiyang said: "The dome of the Art Building has been intact for countless years. Why did it break at this moment? It's all because of 'us', Lao Lin!"

"You told me 'broken', and then I knew it would be broken, so... the 'anchor point of fact' formed by the wills of the two of us penetrated time through the boundary of your dream, causing the corresponding timeline among the countless timelines starting from my point to be 'materialized'..."

"The shattering of the dome has become a reality!"

"Perhaps, it will break itself, but among the countless 'cause and effect' that lead to its breaking, our will will eventually penetrate time and become one of the ripples that contribute to its realization!"

"The paradox of time!"

Lin Yi's expression suddenly turned ugly: "You mean... what I saw in the future was because I infiltrated time, so it was realized in reverse? Isn't this putting cause and effect before effect?"

"This isn't putting cause and effect before effect. This is... the 'Mobius Strip Time Paradox'!"

"Because of what I said...we created a 'Mobius Time Ring'?!" Lin Yi's tone was very dry.

Mao Feiyang nodded: "In countless time and space, 'the dome was breached at this moment' has become an eternal anchor point..."

"But, Lao Lin, remember that the appearance of any 'established event on the timeline' is not a coincidence..."

"We can't know the macro reasons, but what about from a micro perspective? Could this be the focus of more time paradoxes? Is it because we need a Laughing Angel right now, so... the dome is broken, and then a Laughing Angel happens to rush in?"

"Anyway, now is not the time to think about this. After all, we may just be toys being observed and toyed with in a higher dimension."

"Let's go! Now that the dome is broken, let's go lure a Sly Laughing Angel over here!"

Lin Yi was silent, as if he was lost in some thought.

"Stop thinking nonsense, Lao Lin, you are still at the border of the dream! I can't save you now if my thinking breaks down!"

Lin Yi shuddered, and quickly recovered: "You are right, I can't cheat you."

"Since you are so sensible, I am not afraid of you anymore." Mao Feiyang barked and ran away. "Time is running out and the future is set. So, can't I just doodle the parts you don't know about?"

"The dome has just been breached, the art students will definitely not gather their forces so quickly, let's take this opportunity to attract their hatred!"

"Rush!"

As Mao Feiyang spoke, he sprinted along the corridor and soon arrived under the dome of the lobby of the Art Building.

Just at this moment, a smiling angel broke through the dome and squeezed in from the crack.

The body of the strangely laughing angel was between illusion and reality, and it seemed that it had just been born into the void and had not yet adapted.

At the same time, a slight vibration was heard in the corridor, and Mao Feiyang immediately knew that a group of art students must be gathering here.

"Not good. Once the art students come over to form a matrix, the dome will not be broken through by the Smiley Angel in a short time..." Mao Feiyang's thoughts turned rapidly. He quickly picked up a piece of sculpture rubble nearby and threw it towards the Smiley Angel with all his strength.

“Pah!”

The sculpture's broken stones hit the Laughing Angel accurately, penetrating through the half-illusory body and into the Angel's skull, making it look like a headshot.

"My son, are you still here to find your father?!"

Mao Feiyang barked like a dog and looked directly into the eyes of the smiling angel. At this moment, an icy electric current instantly spread throughout his body, making him feel numb. Lin Yi seemed to feel the same way.

"Okay, we've successfully locked on! Let's start walking the dog!" Mao Feiyang let out a bark, turned around and ran towards the direction of the gallery.

On his way, a group of art students were gathering.

When Mao Feiyang saw them, he shouted, "The gas tank is coming! Get out of the way!"

When the art students and senior students saw Mao Feiyang, some of them frowned immediately: "Where did this young boy come from, yelling here... What the hell?! Smirking Angel?! Get out of my way! Let him go, let him go quickly!!"

"Go to the gallery, go to the gallery!!"

While guiding other students to make way so as not to affect Mao Feiyang, he also did not forget to show Mao Feiyang the way, fearing that Mao Feiyang would be chased by the smiling angel and become confused and encounter misfortune.

"Thanks, buddy!" Mao Feiyang yelled, and ran with his dog, muttering that the veteran art student was indeed reliable...

"Fuck, who is that guy? He actually rushed to the hall first, joined the game, and fished out a smiling angel with his body...so fucking awesome!" The art student couldn't help but sigh. At this moment, another "Fuck" sounded at an octave higher in decibel.

"Xiao Mao...?!"

"Damn, isn't he back in the classroom?!"

Coincidentally, the person who was speaking was Yan Jinming. At first, when he saw a train king running around the corridor with the hatred of the Smiley Angel, he was about to give him a thumbs up. However, when he saw that the train king was Mao Feiyang, he shuddered on the spot and his hair almost jumped off his scalp with fright.

"No, why is he here again?"

"Fuck... No wonder Brother Xian asked me to keep an eye on him, this guy is so fucking good at jumping!"

Yan Jinming's face looked as ugly as if he had taken a mouthful of dried marinade.

But Mao Feiyang obviously didn't have so much to consider. In fact, he didn't even know that he had passed by Yan Jinming.

This is often the case. At that time, Yan Jinming is just a passerby. Mao Feiyang is only thinking about how the smiling angel is flying. In front of him is only the road leading to the gallery.

With the Smiling Angel as a kite, Mao Feiyang was immediately covered by the "Mist-Cloaked Light Chaser Effect". The candlelight in the corridor kept flickering on the edge of going out, and the nocturnal creatures were fleeing in panic. Some pseudo-human sculptures were also frozen and dared not make the slightest movement, just like real sculptures.

Mao Feiyang quickly arrived in front of the gallery and stopped immediately in front of the corridor.

"This road...you have walked it before." Mao Feiyang murmured.

"Yes……"

"Okay, there's no need to say the rest." Mao Feiyang interrupted forcefully, "No matter what you encountered, don't tell me. This is my first time here, and I have my own way of doing things."

As he spoke, he looked back at the smiling angel before diving into the gallery.

Lin Yi said nothing more and immersed himself in Mao Feiyang's perspective...

From Mao Feiyang's perspective, the moment he entered the gallery, he seemed to have stepped into a world shrouded in gray fog.

The gallery was dimly lit, with only a few weak candle lights swaying in the corners, casting twisted and swaying shadows, as if ghosts hidden in the darkness were baring their fangs and claws.

The paintings hanging on the wall looked blurry and distorted under the strange light. They clearly had strong colors, but Mao Feiyang could not feel them at all. All the colors seemed to be swallowed up by the darkness, leaving only some vague outlines, like sneaky shadows that could break free from the canvas and jump out at any time.

The other artworks in the gallery are static in themselves, but they give Mao Feiyang a sense of dynamics. Whether they are half-body sculptures or full-body sculptures, they all seem to be secretly spying on Mao Feiyang's every move while maintaining a static state. Some of them even quietly adjust themselves into some deliberately attractive postures in an attempt to attract Mao Feiyang's attention.

The artworks in the gallery seemed to be completely unafraid of the Laughing Angel. It was as if they completely ignored the Laughing Angel's existence. They were only concerned with attracting Mao Feiyang's attention and didn't care about anything else.

The air in the gallery was cold and damp, carrying the smell of decay from the artworks. No one knew how long they had been there, or how long they had been abandoned.

With every breath Mao Feiyang took, he could feel the chill penetrating into his body through his nasal cavity, causing waves of fear to surge in his heart.

The floor of the gallery seemed a little damp, like a rotten but unbroken wooden board. When footsteps landed on it, it made a slight "creaking" sound, as if it was a call and echo from hell.

The gallery twists and turns like an endless maze. The atmosphere now is very similar to when Lin Yi first came in, but there is an indescribable sense of difference.

In a trance, Mao Feiyang always felt that the walls on both sides of the gallery seemed to be pressing down silently, and the ceiling above his head seemed to become lower, giving people a strong sense of oppression. For some reason, Lin Yi had a strange feeling, as if this gallery would trap Mao Feiyang and the weird-smiling angel he brought here forever.

"'Bind' them and seal them together?" Such an absurd idea came to Lin Yi's mind.

When this thought came to his mind, he seemed to hear some faint strange sounds in this depressing atmosphere, like someone crying softly, or like some evil creature grinding its teeth and sucking blood in the dark.

He suddenly realized a problem. Maozi had been running here for hundreds of meters, so why hadn't he called the night watchman as the rules required?
At this moment, he suddenly heard Mao Feiyang muttering: "Strange... Really strange..."

"What's strange...?" he asked.

"Nothing." Mao Feiyang shook his head. "I'm afraid that if I ask, you will give me the answer... Our current situation is very dangerous. It's not dangerous for us, but it's very dangerous for "time" and "you"..."

"That's enough. I don't want to 'visit' any more. I'm going to call for help..."

"Maozi seems to be looking for something?" A suspicion arose in Lin Yi's mind, but since Maozi interrupted him, he naturally didn't know what to say.

But a thought suddenly flashed through his mind: "Oh right! Why didn't I see the 'little girl' this time?"

Little girl...

"Amon's Music Box"...

"Oh my god...could it be that Maozi is trying to stop me from saying this?" Lin Yi's heart skipped a beat. Could this be another "Mobius Strip Time Paradox"?
Once he told Maozi that he would hear the sound of "Amon's Music Box" in the gallery and meet the little girl, would Maozi meet her?

Or maybe the little girl was not going to appear originally, and was anchored here by him and Maozi?

Like the wound in the dome...?
So now... isn't it interrupted?
As soon as he learned about the "Mobius Strip Time Paradox", Lin Yi couldn't help but think about some strange and complicated questions.

But Mao Feiyang's shouting woke him up from his inappropriate thoughts: "Night Watchman! Help! The Laughing Angel is chasing me!"

"Night Watch, help! The Laughing Angel is chasing me!!"

He shouted loudly, and the sound continued to spread in the gallery, gradually drifting into the darkness in front of the gallery...

Oddly enough, as Mao Feiyang continued to shout, the originally twisted and weird gallery began to undergo miraculous changes.

Although it was still candlelight, the dim light in the gallery seemed to be brightened. The candlesticks that were swaying weakly before now became stable, emitting a warm and soft light, dispelling the gloomy chill that originally filled the air.

The distorted paintings on the wall began to slowly return to their normal shape as if under a spell.

The originally distorted face gradually became peaceful, the black holes in the eyes disappeared, replaced by bright and vivid pupils, the mouth also returned to its natural state, and the terrifying scream that seemed to rush out of the screen also dissipated...

(End of this chapter)