Apocalypse, then transforming into a magical girl

"Blindness? What's that?" Xia Zhaozhao asked curiously.

"Simply put, it's a clinical symptom that allows patients to still process visual information, but they firmly believe they can't see anything."

"The patients insisted that they were completely blind. However, when others threw objects at them, they could make precise dodge movements; when birds appeared in their field of vision, they could accurately point out their trajectory."

"Even when they see photos of faces with strong emotional connotations—such as fear, sadness, or anger—their bodies react accordingly, such as their heart racing and their palms sweating, even though they claim they see nothing."

"That sounds incredibly unbelievable." Little Green's curiosity was piqued as well. "How do these symptoms appear?"

Bai Shuyuan paused, seemingly organizing her thoughts.

"Our ability to 'see,' or rather our subjective visual experience, mainly relies on the neural pathway of 'retina-lateral geniculate body-primary visual cortex,'" Bai Shuyuan explained.

"If our visual cortex is diseased or suffers severe damage, then our authority to interpret visual information will be handed over to the retina-superior colliculus-thalamus occipital neural pathway, which is more ancient in evolution."

"This compensation allows us to still process visual information and make the body react instinctively, but it prevents us from uploading the information to higher brain regions. As a result, patients are caught in this contradictory state of 'being able to see, but not believing that they can see.'"

"You mean... the blue sky and white clouds we see now are not ordinary illusions, but some kind of force that we don't understand, directly affecting our brains and preventing our nervous system from making correct perceptions?" Little Green frowned.

"That's one way to understand it. The human cognitive system is full of all sorts of backdoors and loopholes. I think the area we're in right now is filled with an energy field caused by a 'deformity' that can distort and reconstruct human visual cognition."

"Wow...this is so terrifying!" Xia Zhaozhao felt a chill run down her spine and instinctively hugged her arms. "It seems that hypnosis and altering common sense are quite simple things to do for these monsters?"

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"...But at least there's some good news. I think we're not in the kind of dirty and lewd world you're imagining," Little Green sneered.

Then, she forcefully steered the conversation back on track: "By the way, Zhao Zhao, speaking of which, where are you taking us now?"

"Huh? It must be the biology lab building! After all, it's a top-tier program, they have a separate lab building. Just walk straight along the teaching building, and when you're almost at the end, turn left and you'll see it... wait a minute?"

She raised her head and looked around at her surroundings, intending to find some familiar landmarks.

Just then, her words seemed to be abruptly cut off by some unseen hand, and her voice came to an abrupt halt.

Those beautiful red eyes, which always sparkled with vibrant colors, suddenly widened, revealing an expression of disbelief.

"Wait...wait, what's going on? When did we get into the teaching building? Weren't we...walking on the main road the whole time?" she asked in astonishment.

Upon hearing this, Xiao Lü quickly looked around and then realized with astonishment. They found themselves in a dark corridor without even realizing it!

The sky and sun, which were originally so intensely saturated, have long since vanished without a trace, as if they had never existed.

The beautiful daylight had long since vanished, replaced by flickering fluorescent tubes that emitted a crackling electrical sound and cast a pale, lifeless light.

On either side of them were a dense array of classroom doors, arranged very closely together. The door numbers were blurry and difficult to decipher. The few that were clearer were not traditional Arabic numerals at all, but rather bizarre scribbles.

"No, no, no, stop! Something's definitely not right here!" Xia Zhaozhao had already tensed up.

She darted to the side, blocking Xiao Lü and Bai Shuyuan, whose eyes were still closed, gripping the wood-chopping knife tightly in both hands and assuming a defensive stance.

"This...is not the teaching building I remember at all! Our university's teaching buildings weren't this long, and the arrangement doesn't match up at all!"

The three stopped in their tracks. Xia Zhaozhao and Xiao Lü cautiously surveyed the seemingly endless corridor.

Along the corridor, faded and yellowed notices and posters were haphazardly pasted on the walls.

Upon closer inspection, the images on the propaganda posters were distorted and bizarre, and the notices only displayed illogical nonsense.

The two looked back into the classroom, but could only see absurd symbols drawn in chalk on the blackboard, seemingly imitating blackboard writing, but conveying no useful information.

Not only was it not the school building Xia Zhaozhao remembered, but more accurately, this kind of classroom didn't belong to any university at all. It was a middle school classroom.

"...Little Green, when did we get here? Why do I have no recollection of it?" Xia Zhaozhao asked warily.

"I was completely unaware of the sudden change in the environment; it was as if a part of my memory had been suddenly ripped out." Xiao Lü's face was also full of solemnity.

The two finally understood what Bai Shuyuan meant by "a jumbled patchwork of various scenes".

"Watch out! There's someone ahead!" Xiao Lü and Xia Zhaozhao whispered together, pointing towards the depths of the corridor. They both seemed to have caught some faint tremors.

In the distance along the corridor, the silhouettes of some human figures could be vaguely discerned, engaging in... some typical daily behavior of students?

"Why... are you wearing a school uniform?" Xia Zhaozhao asked in astonishment.

"Besides, it's the uniform from No. 3 Middle School, which is outdated. Their current uniforms don't look like this anymore," Xiao Lü added.

In the distance, a group of figures in identical school uniforms were mechanically and repeatedly going in and out of a classroom. Their movements were stiff and slow, like wind-up toys.

What's even more chilling is that several similar student figures are slowly approaching the three of them with a pace that is completely identical and indistinguishable from each other.

Their footsteps were so light they were almost inaudible. This was because the sound did not originate from the soles of their feet, but from a greater distance.

As the figures drew closer, Xiao Lü and Xia Zhaozhao finally saw their faces in the pale light.

No, they don't have faces at all.