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Chapter 571 Leap of Will
It's not that she doesn't believe it.

Lin Yi could speak with such certainty, which meant he must have seen it with his own eyes. What she didn't understand was how Lin Yi managed to explore so efficiently during the limited opening hours of the cafeteria.

Won't the chef in the green apron stop you? No, wait, are you not even afraid of chefs in green aprons these days?
Oh right... Lin Yi is too illogical, how can we judge him by common sense?

You wouldn't happen to be like the shopkeeper, someone the principal brought back from the art building, and now you're "revisiting old haunts" after entering the school, would you?

The homeroom teacher, Lin Yi, was overwhelmed with thoughts, unsure of what to say, and simply awaited Lin Yi's reply.

"More or less..." Lin Yi said frankly, "It's a pity that time was too tight and the environment was too harsh. If the will of the burial body hadn't stopped me, I could have discovered more details."

Class Teacher-040: "..."

"You're already tearing the house apart, and the burial isn't stopping you?" The homeroom teacher-040 muttered to herself. She wanted to say something, but when she opened her mouth, she found herself speechless.

Speechless.

She really had nothing to say.

Dude, you're the one who's really here to investigate, aren't you?
Why don't you show me some official identification and we can add each other as friends? I'll treat you to coffee next time.
"So, you suspect the convenience store owner turned a blind eye?" The homeroom teacher-040 thought to herself, "Why are you two so quick to turn on each other? Why don't you also question yourselves? Maybe you'll find some clues..."

Lin Yi nodded slightly: "Yes... It's no exaggeration to say that the convenience store owner is the owner of the cafeteria. There's no way he wouldn't know about the cafeteria's unusual situation!"

"Besides, he might be the person in the entire campus, or even the world, who knows the most about 'funerals'."

"Could it be that he tacitly approved of the fact that the body could be extended to that extent in the burial chamber?"

The homeroom teacher-040 asked, "So you suspect he has some kind of scheme?"

Lin Yi nodded, raised a finger, and emphasized, "However, we can only stay at this level. I personally still firmly believe that the shop owner is human. I believe it now and I will believe it in the future."

He seemed to be talking to the homeroom teacher, or perhaps he was emphasizing it to himself.

Emphasize a cognitive anchor.

For some reason, he felt he should do this, and he used his homeroom teacher's knowledge to further anchor himself.

The homeroom teacher-040 glanced at the clock on the wall: "It's getting late, I still have to take attendance. Is there anything else you want to tell me?"

Lin Yi shook his head. He had a pretty good understanding of the situation. All that was left was to go to the gymnasium that afternoon to find the leader and the school doctor.

Seeing this, the homeroom teacher-040 went to his desk to get the blue folder used for attendance, and then left the office with Lin Yi.

"Speaking of which, I do know the whereabouts of a few people," Lin Yi suddenly said as he left the office.

The homeroom teacher, 040, looked at him curiously.

“Lu Zhao, Jin Jiuyao, Chen Bing, Chen Xue,” Lin Yi said slowly, as if listing his own treasures. “Except for Lu Zhao, the others were all killed by the Forest of the Dead.”

The homeroom teacher's expression changed slightly: "You saw it with your own eyes?"

She no longer asks "How did you know?" If Lin Yi can say that, he must have seen it.

Lin Yi confirmed, "I saw it with my own eyes. I saved Lu Zhao, emmm... I guess you could say I saved him. Then, as we agreed before, I sent him to the gymnasium. I don't know if he's still alive."

The homeroom teacher, 040, sighed softly.

Although Lu Zhao and his three companions were from the "Domain of Gods," it is indeed regrettable that such an inexplicable death occurred among the elite members of the "Domain of Gods."

"Let's go check the classroom first," said the homeroom teacher-040. After glancing at the classroom door sign and confirming that it was "Class 2, Group B," she reached out and pressed the doorknob.

Lin Yi glanced at the classroom door sign and a question suddenly popped into his mind.

The rules state that you should confirm the classroom before entering it to avoid going to the wrong classroom.

Now that he has this ability, can he open the doors to other classrooms?

To put it bluntly, could he open some doors that are not allowed to be opened under special circumstances?

It's not that he's courting death, but rather that at this point, it's definitely better to have as many tricks up your sleeve as possible.

The homeroom teacher, 040, pushed open the classroom door and walked in gracefully.

Lin Yi followed silently behind.

The moment the door opened, Wei Liang, who was flipping through a book, seemed to sense something, looked up at the doorway, his expression shifted slightly, and then he lowered his head back to read.

The homeroom teacher, 040, walked to the front of the classroom, pulled out a chair, sat down, cleared his throat, and said, "Students, you can come over and sign in... You go first."

The last three words were clearly addressed to Lin Yi.

Lin Yi signed in as instructed, and then the homeroom teacher-040 flipped to the names of Jin Jiuyao, Chen Xue, and Chen Bing and marked them with an "X".

Lin Yi had witnessed death firsthand, and she absolutely believed it. She would first eliminate the "X," and then even if she really saw these three people, it would mean that these three people were not human.

The remaining 12 surviving participants had blank expressions. Even when they saw their homeroom teacher, -040, arrive, their lifeless eyes only flickered slightly.

Then, they stood up woodenly, one by one swaying from their seats, and walked toward the podium like walking corpses.

Wei Liang slowly got up, walked unhurriedly to the podium, signed in, then pulled Lin Yi aside and whispered, "Old Lin... what's going on today? Why are you only arriving now? You guys... had sex first thing this morning?"

Before Wei Liang could finish speaking, he felt a chilling killing intent coming from behind him. He shrank back and heard the cold laughter of his homeroom teacher, Class Teacher-040, behind him: "This Huang student who's watching over the Imperial Uncle, please straighten out your thoughts."

"Teacher, I am Wei Liang."

"Huang Liang, please correct your words and actions and don't lead other good students astray," the homeroom teacher-040 said coldly.

"Teacher, it's not Huang, it's w...ei...Wei!"

"Oh." The homeroom teacher-040 gave a perfunctory reply. How could she not know whether it was Huang or Wei?

Huang Liang curled his lip and nudged Lin Yi: "Going to read a book? Damn, are you sure you're not? You've been hooked by Teacher Lin?"

Lin Yi glanced at Teacher Lin and Huang, thinking to himself that the way the two of them named each other was surprisingly similar. Of course, if we had to follow Wei Liang's approach, then the homeroom teacher-040 should be Teacher Si.

"Hey, let's go... let's go read a book for a while," Lin Yi said, he really wanted to go read a book.

"Okay, okay, I just picked out a few books for you. Would you like to take a look?" Wei Liang said.

“Okay! Let’s go!” Lin Yi said decisively.

The art student used the imperial edict to send a message; he wanted to see what had happened in the art building the previous night through the letter.

But when he returned to his seat, he found that the book Wei Liang had chosen for him didn't have any recent information. "Huh? Frowning? Not to your taste?" Wei Liang snorted and glared. "Old Lin, your taste has gotten picky!"

"Go away, go away..." Lin Yi waved his hands repeatedly, "What do you mean by taste? You take a look first, I'll go get a few more."

As he spoke, he picked up the book and walked towards the bookshelf area.

No sooner had he left than Wei Liang muttered to himself, "What's wrong with Lao Lin's taste these days? Has he been led astray by the boss and Li Huiyuan?"

Lin Yi almost stumbled, but he still continued walking towards the bookshelf area.

Based on his previous impressions, he arrived at the area where the imperial edicts were more concentrated, and then slowly released his sensory tentacles.

Finding a book on a bookshelf, while not like finding a needle in a haystack, is still quite difficult to pinpoint. But if he uses his senses to "scan," it becomes a completely different story.

All you need to do is find books with some "special fluctuations".

Sure enough, not long after, he sensed a book.

He went straight to the bookshelf, and without even looking at the title, he took the book down.

As his senses permeated the text, some illusory words were slowly captured by his perception through the images on the pages.

【"May 11th..."】

"After a night of fierce fighting... the art building was not breached... but our side still suffered heavy casualties... an art teacher died fighting valiantly... many senior students also perished in battle..."

"How's the situation at the campus...?"

The characters fluctuate like the ripples on the water's surface, sometimes deep, sometimes shallow, making them difficult to discern clearly.

The campus… Lin Yi sighed inwardly. Although he hadn’t seen the situation at the gymnasium yet, judging from the conditions in the cafeteria area and the inner layers of the teaching buildings, the situation was far from optimistic…

Unfortunately, Lin Yi didn't know how to inscribe information on the sub-book, so he could only "read but not reply".

But at that moment, he discovered that the words were still being generated...

He had a very bold idea!

Just like yesterday—yesterday morning, he used a book to transfer his will to the art student opposite him who was loading information.

Perhaps, he could do it again?
He didn't know about the imperial edict yesterday, nor did he know that there was a connection between the parent and child letters. Now that he knows, the measures he can take are different.

He planned to try "willpower leap" and replicate yesterday's operation.

He then took a deep breath and infused it with a portion of his will along with his perception.

This is not about injecting one's will into the book, but rather about using the book as a medium to find connections between sub-books and the parent book at different levels, and to find a possible path that might exist.

As his will permeated the space, his surroundings began to give him sensations that were completely indescribable by physical laws. He felt as if he had fallen into a large space made of cotton, and every movement felt like stepping on air.

A strange sense of panic began to arise in his subconscious, a feeling of being in the middle of nowhere.

Colorful patterns occasionally appeared around him, resembling the colors of engine oil seeping onto water and reflected in sunlight.

Finally, he discovered some traces of brushstrokes, which seemed to have some strange fluctuations, surging towards him through the unknown space.

His gaze sharpened, and he quickly guided his will to trace that strange fluctuation.

Strangely enough, when his will came into contact with that strange fluctuation, an illusory path was also captured by his perception.

"We actually found it!"

His intuition told him that another unlucky guy was about to become his "eyes," and this time, he didn't want to just stay at the level of "observation"!
"I am coming!"

With a thought, his will glided through a dream tunnel.

Soon, countless distorted images began to flash before his eyes, and as the images began to stabilize, the rows of bookshelves slowly began to appear in his perception again.

Gradually, his surroundings began to stabilize on that black and white checkerboard-like library floor.

On the black and white chessboard, the black and white Doric cylinders are arranged in a grid like chess pieces, with a different number of bookshelves under each cylinder.

In front of one of the bookshelves, a group of art students were gathered, and among them was a person dressed as an art teacher.

Art teachers don't actually wear uniforms, but the person's clothes reminded him a bit of the art teacher, "Big Golden Retriever."

In the hands of this art teacher, there is also this extraordinary creation shaped like a lamp.

Lin Yi's attention fell on a somewhat thin art student.

The art student was surrounded by other art students, each of them seemingly learning his skills, while he was writing something in a book in his hands.

He wrote very slowly, as if each stroke was extremely difficult, as if he had to write each stroke several times before he could leave his mark on the pages of the book.

"So it was him who was delivering the message... In these extraordinary times, I'm sorry, classmate, I'll have to borrow your body for a while."

Lin Yi's heart skipped a beat, and he rammed into that classmate...

Just then, as if sensing something, the art student suddenly looked at him!

"You...?!" The art student's eyes widened. "You are...you are a human or a ghost?!"

Lin Yi slammed on the brakes: "You can see me?"

The art student's expression changed drastically: "There really is something here?! I can't see you... but I can 'sense' your presence! Who... who are you?"

Lin Yi originally intended to possess the body, but his purpose was only for information exchange, so if he could obtain information in this way, then it would be acceptable.

To gain trust, Lin Yi spoke first: "I am a trial student on campus, and I know Mu Daxian."

"Donnie Yen... Donnie Yen!" Lin Yi had just opened his mouth when he heard the art teacher's voice calling from outside the layer.

When the art student's consciousness discovered Lin Yi's consciousness and began to have the most basic communication, the art student froze on the spot, as if petrified.

"You know Brother Xian?!" the art student exclaimed in surprise. "I need more proof... to prove that you're not a lost soul trapped in a dream! Otherwise, I'll have to 'wake up'!"

Lin Yi naturally knew the necessity of verification, so he directly dropped a bombshell, revealing a piece of news with significant value: "Mu Daxian went to the clock tower to see the night watchman the night before last."

(End of this chapter)