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AnalogHorror: Rule Kaidan 4016

[True to its genre: a creepy, rule-based horror story, highly refined and quality assured, but prospective readers seeking a thrilling experience should think carefully before proceeding.] In order to secure a substantial university life experience grant, Lin Yi and his roommate registered to attend a suburban university. A seemingly ordinary but slightly unsettling set of student regulations; Strange signs in front of the buildings and seemingly normal building rules; Mysterious figures threading through the campus under abnormal weather conditions… As the experience unfolded, more and more bizarre people and events emerged. To survive and leave the campus, Lin Yi had to navigate on the edge of the rules… [Note: The logical chain of this book was deduced by the author before it was written, forming a closed loop. All rules serve as clues, and all the inconsistent, mysterious occurrences will receive scientific (or quasi-scientific) explanations. There are no supernatural events or related phenomena (just kidding), you are welcome to try reading it!]

Cang Yue Xuan · Horreur
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440 Chs

Chapter 165: The Non-Human Classmate Who Waits by the Tree Stump for a Rabbit

[I'm starving! I'm starving!]

[We need food!]

[We need our own kind!]

[No, we all need it!!]

The mist churned, and restless voices were unceasing in the ears, merging with the wind and sand in a never-ending "shasha" sound.

"Shut up!" Nie Yun, a "non-human classmate," emitted a hoarse voice, drained of extra emotion, "The invasion has just begun, there will be more people passing by here."

"There are plenty of opportunities, don't rush!"

"Just wait..."

Nie Yun, the "non-human classmate," and Ge Qing, another "non-human classmate," faced the lamppost wall without any tendency to move, as if time had frozen amidst the still-floating mist.

In fact, Nie Yun's ordeal bore some similarities to what Lin Yi had deduced, but the details were vastly different...

Suddenly, the swirling mist conveyed the somewhat agitated voices of the human sculptures:

[Someone's coming! Someone's here!]

[It's my turn this time!]

[No, it should be my turn!]