My Strange Tale Love Strategy Simulator

Realizing this fog was unusual, Zhang Ying immediately activated his Ghost Eye. The world faded to gray, and the fog on the playground took on a different appearance in the Ghost Eye's vision.

They were not water vapor, nor smoke, but clumps of black gas marked with auxiliary lines, like countless translucent black streams constantly twisting, moving, and intersecting on the playground.

He tried taking a step forward, but the air currents didn't change. He took several more steps forward, and the air currents followed his steps, clinging to him and moving to his side.

As he continued forward, unsurprisingly, he returned to the starting point once again.

A wall, a trash can, wooden planks. Zhang Ying looked down at the familiar cement ground in front of his feet and remained silent for a long while.

Even with the help of the Mysterious Eye, which allows him to see the movement of the air currents, it doesn't change the fact that he can't get close to the teaching building.

The fog was even more sinister than he had imagined. He stared at the constantly shifting wisps of air before him, lost in thought. Although these wisps of air could directly interfere with a person's sense of direction, they had no harmful effect.

Who exactly created this fog to prevent others from entering the teaching building?

Whoever it is, he must ensure Li Ziqing's safety.

He and Li Ziqing are now bound by a shared destiny; if Li Ziqing were to disappear, he too would die.

A strong sense of crisis surged from his chest. He crouched down, picked up a pebble from the ground, and threw it forward with all his might. The pebble sliced ​​through the mist, and after a moment, the crisp sound of it landing echoed in the distance.

The fog blocked the Ghost Eye's long-distance vision; he couldn't see where the pebble landed, but he could tell from the sound that it flew straight forward and landed on the ground.

Zhang Ying seemed thoughtful. The pebbles weren't distorted. In other words, this mist didn't directly alter space, nor did it affect inanimate objects.

So how did it manage to deviate from its course? It only has one pair of eyes, unable to see from the outside how it wandered back to its starting point in the fog.

It's alright, he has a second pair of eyes.

He walked to the streetlights on the playground. The dim light shone through the thick fog, casting a faint shadow around his feet. He crouched down and whispered to the shadow, "Are you awake, Little Black?"

The edge of the shadow twitched. A black head emerged from it, and a line of text slowly floated down from above.

[I don't want to wake up. You're such a nuisance.]

"Xiao Hei, this is a matter of life and death for me. If you don't help me, I'll never be able to repay the favors I owe you." Zhang Ying brought up the favors he owed. Xiao Hei remained silent in the shadows for a moment, then emerged from the shadows and reluctantly landed behind him.

Zhang Ying stared at Xiao Hei's form for a moment, slightly taken aback.

Xiao Hei's outline is clearer than before, and the black color is no longer a thin mist, but has a certain solid texture, with tighter edges and a deeper color.

"Little Black, you should have already taken your revenge, right? Why is your resentment getting stronger every day? I feel like if you continue like this, it won't be long before you turn into a monster."

[I don't know either. My power grows stronger every day, especially after each period of deep sleep, when I become much stronger than before.]

Looking at this line of text, Zhang Ying couldn't figure out whether this was Xiao Hei's special case or if all death thoughts were like this.

Let's put that aside for now; the important thing is to unravel this mystery. He explained the strangeness of the fog to Xiao Hei, and then had Xiao Hei follow him closely, observing his movements.

He stepped back into the fog. Visibility decreased, and wisps of air swirled and drifted in his vision, brushing against his knees and calves.

He gritted his teeth and tried his best to stay in a straight line, but when he walked a little further, Xiao Hei suddenly appeared right in front of him.

"Little Black, why are you ahead of me? Did I get lost in the fog again without realizing it?"

[The fog didn't change your direction. You changed your direction yourself.]

Little Black floated back to his side from directly in front, the black mist drawing a small spiral arrow in the air.

[You just turned around and walked right up to me.]

"You mean, it's not the fog that's changing space, but that I myself turned around?" Zhang Ying frowned. "But in my perception, I've been moving forward the whole time, never turning around. Xiao Hei, are you sure you're not mistaken?"

[No. You forwarded it yourself.]

Zhang Ying looked down at his toes and remained silent for a moment. Then he looked up, his expression changing from confusion to clarity. "Hmm, it seems this fog isn't capable of distorting the entire space; it's just interfering with my consciousness. It caused my memories to fragment as I walked forward, and then, in the gaps between these fragments, I unconsciously changed direction."

"That makes things easier."

He looked at Xiao Hei beside him, a kind smile curving his lips. "Xiao Hei, it's up to you now."

Is it too late for me to leave you now?

Since this fog can control people unconsciously, wouldn't it be possible to break free from its control by having someone else control one's consciousness before the fog takes action?

As a dead consciousness, Xiao Hei, although not able to directly take over the entire body like Li Ziqing, is still able to slightly control his consciousness for a short period of time.

Zhang Ying readjusted his direction and stepped into the fog. In the vision of the eerie eye, those black wisps of air clung to him like leeches that had caught a scent, circling around his knees and beginning to wrap around his calves.

Just as the gas cloud was about to climb up to his waist, he made a decisive move: "Little Black, go!"

A chill seeped into his consciousness from the back of his neck. His mind went blank. His vision blurred, and his body briefly lost its sense of belonging, as if someone had gently flipped a switch inside his skull.

In less than a second, Xiao Hei was thrown out by his body, the cool sensation was pulled away from the back of his neck, and his consciousness returned.

He immediately asked Xiao Hei if he had been redirected.

After receiving Xiao Hei's reply that "the haunted house didn't change his direction," he immediately breathed a sigh of relief.

The method is feasible.

Zhang Ying immediately quickened his pace. Every time the black gas cloud approached, he would have Xiao Hei attach itself to it, the coolness penetrating, causing it to break free, bounce off, and maintain its direction.

It would stick to him again, possess him again, and then bounce away again. Little Black moved in and out of his consciousness, each time the disorientation lasting no more than a second, but the accumulated dizziness was already starting to build up in his temples.

He gritted his teeth, his pace increasing rather than decreasing. The last wisp of air grazed past his shoulder, and he lurched forward, stepping onto the exposed concrete ground in front of the teaching building.

Looking back, the thick fog was blocked by an invisible boundary, remaining three meters away from the teaching building. It swirld along the ground but couldn't get any closer.

Zhang Ying shook his slightly dizzy head; the dizziness was still throbbing in his temples, but he knew he had made it through this ordeal.

He looked at Xiao Hei beside him. Xiao Hei's body had become much more diluted than before, reverting from a nearly solidified state back to a semi-transparent shadow with blurred edges, even the characters had become distorted.

I'm going to sleep now. I hope we never meet again.

He disappeared back into Zhang Ying's shadow and remained motionless.

"Little Black, I will definitely fulfill your requests in the future," Zhang Ying said to the shadow, then looked up.

On the sixth floor of the teaching building, a sinister green light shone through the window of the vocal music room, illuminating the tiles on the exterior wall of the building. Zhang Ying's fist slowly clenched.

The worst premonition came true: Li Ziqing is in trouble!