Perhaps all of this is just a dream.
Gu Xinghe saw that the things in front of him were twisting and spinning rapidly.
The right hand, which had lost connection with the brain, was carrying out the last command issued by the brain—
He reached up to touch the side of his neck.
Only then did the fingers, receiving no feedback, realize that there was nothing there.
No, this conclusion was not reached through neural connections and transmission throughout the human body.
Gu Xinghe, who had already separated from his lower body, "saw" this conclusion through his eyes, which were still able to see.
He didn't know if his right hand could still perceive things.
But in the last vestiges of his consciousness, he could feel himself tumbling and spinning in the air.
It was some kind of extremely sharp blade that pierced through and sliced across his neck.
Or perhaps an invisible, transparent thread had already been laid across the air, waiting for his unsuspecting steps forward.
Gu Xinghe was too exhausted to think at this point, because no matter the reason, the result would undoubtedly be the same—
He is currently experiencing rapid flips and falls.
Having pushed the limits of human physiology to its limits, Gu Xinghe could sense that his last remaining senses were beginning to slowly fade away.
He felt himself becoming lighter and lighter, his consciousness constantly rising higher and higher.
The perspective had now shifted to third person, allowing him to look down at himself from above—
"Boom - boom - boom -"
It shouldn't have this kind of "elasticity" in terms of "material".
Gu Xinghe saw his head roll to the ground, its trajectory like a parabola as it bounced gently on the ground after falling.
The head, now lying on the ground, seemed still unaware of what had happened.
His face, which was used to not showing too much emotional fluctuation on the surface, did not show excessive surprise at this moment.
However, his dilated pupils still revealed the confusion and shock he felt due to this sudden event.
The falling head finally stopped rolling, but it stopped in the direction it was tilted to one side.
The eyes that never closed seemed to be observing the fate of the remaining body—
The carotid artery, a major artery, tirelessly spews out blood.
The thick, fresh blood looked as if it were about to cover the entire art classroom.
It was like a paintbrush provided by a demon, freely drawing on blank canvases scattered on the ground.
The red "pigment" is real and full of life, as if it is offering the world a final work of art at the cost of its life.
It is said that hearing is one of the last functional organs lost when a person dies.
At that moment, accompanied by a faint female voice that seemed to come from afar, Gu Xinghe's consciousness plunged into darkness.
"Gu Xinghe, wake up!"
Lekaya's usually calm and gentle tone now seemed to carry a hint of anxiety.
Gu Xinghe opened his eyes and saw the other person leaning closer, looking at him with concern.
Look at Rekaya, who is now holding a full bag of art paints and other related tools.
"I'm fine now, let me take it."
He naturally took the art supplies from her hands, and after closing the door, the two walked out of the art room together.
...
Five minutes ago.
Having already finished wiping away the old blackboard content on her own, Lekaya brought Gu Xinghe back to the art room because she needed to create a new blackboard.
The art classroom was now empty.
He recalled the conversation he had with Tao Changyi and others at noon today.
After class or during other free time, they would most likely spend their time in the library, which currently seems relatively safe, researching and completing the study tasks assigned by Elaine, or resting in their dormitories.
Meanwhile, Gu Xinghe was asked to wait outside.
Lekaya had already entered the small room in the art studio where various art supplies were stored, to retrieve the various tools needed for drawing the new blackboard bulletin.
With nothing else to do, Gu Xinghe took another careful look at the art room in front of him—
The last rays of the setting sun shone on the plaster casts they had just used for sketching.
Under the dim light, Gu Xinghe saw faint tear stains that seemed to remain on the statue from its eyes to its neck.
At that moment, a sobbing sound seemed to come from an extremely ethereal place, lingering in his ears.
The sound was barely audible, like a siren sitting on a reef luring the crew of a ship into the sea.
Gu Xinghe unconsciously took a few steps closer to the plaster statue in front of him, and the tear stains on the statue became clearer.
I once read a report on a campus ghost story in the style of "Approaching Science".
Gu Xinghe knew that, normally, plaster statues would only appear to "tear" due to a chemical reaction.
And no matter how you wipe it, these "tears" will continue to flow from the statue.
But right now, the tear stains on the plaster statue in front of me look more like the marks left by real tears.
What's going on? Why are the plaster statues reacting differently?
Or is it because I am alone that this event was triggered?
The plaster casts are so lifelike that they contain real human heads.
Consciousness is imprisoned within an immobile statue.
Every day, students copy the smile on his face, but no one knows the pain beneath that smile.
When finally alone, the consciousness within the plaster statue can only shed lonely tears day and night.
The sound of mournful sobbing drifted from beneath the setting sun, echoing in Gu Xinghe's ears and making the atmosphere in the art room even more desolate.
At this moment, Gu Xinghe could sense that something beneath the plaster statue was continuously and unconsciously influencing him.
Perhaps it's the boost from frequently using mind-reading skills.
Although it wasn't listed in detail on the player panel, Gu Xinghe could sense that his perception was becoming increasingly prominent.
Calming himself, he easily "broke free" from this influence.
His mental strength, far exceeding that of ordinary people, has given him the initial ability to remain uncorrupted.
Is this plaster statue one of the seven wonders of the campus?
Having broken free from the statue's influence, Gu Xinghe naturally wouldn't go to investigate in person.
But what if we use our mind-reading skills, or even the extended concept of "empathy"?
The sub-skill derived from the mind-reading skill is called [Empathy].
It allows Gu Xinghe to experience firsthand what that "person" is thinking and feeling.
However, it has limitations such as requiring contact with the target object, and the effect and duration vary depending on the target.
Therefore, compared to living people.
It is more suitable for dealing with inanimate objects such as the mirror in the Doom Tavern and the statue now.
Thinking of this, Gu Xinghe touched the plaster statue that seemed to still be crying.
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