tkworld Chapter 59 The view outside the window has disappeared!
Chapter 59 The view outside the window has disappeared!
"Get up, wash up, go to the cafeteria for breakfast, and then go to class." Lin Feng broke the silence and got out of bed.
In this bizarre environment, maintaining daily routines may be the best way to combat chaos.
After quickly getting dressed, Lin Feng took bread and corn to the balcony, making soft "cooing" sounds.
The turtledove arrived immediately upon hearing the call.
Lin Feng carefully broke the food into pieces and fed it to the pigeon, who ate with relish and even praised him for being a trustworthy person.
"I have to go to class soon," Lin Feng said in a low voice. "Would you be willing to wait for me near the School of Social Sciences? I might need your help. I'll keep providing food."
The dove tilted its head and pondered for a moment, then flapped its wings and gave an affirmative answer.
Lin Feng clenched his fists inwardly—with this aerial savior, many things would be much easier.
After washing up, the three of them checked their class schedule.
This morning's class is "Introduction to Abnormal Cognition," held in classroom 204 of the School of Social Sciences.
The three of them took the relevant books and left room 404 together.
At the stairwell, they met the three people from room 414 who had also just come out.
The other party was all pale-faced, with dark circles under their eyes.
Lin Feng then inquired about the specifics of Thomas's actions the previous night after he had broken the taboo.
Apple's voice trembled as he recounted, in fits and starts, how Thomas was transformed into a snail in the cubicle and dragged away by two indistinct school workers with iron hooks.
"You guys think..." Sato Ichiro's Adam's apple bobbed as he lowered his voice, "Could he... already be in the cafeteria kitchen?"
This statement silenced everyone.
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Stepping out of the dormitory building, the air, thick with a thin mist, carried an indescribable stickiness, making even breathing feel heavy.
On the way to the cafeteria, there were few pedestrians, and the entire campus was shrouded in an eerie tranquility.
At the entrance of the cafeteria, six girls were already waiting there, two fewer than yesterday.
The group gathered silently, the oppressive atmosphere making everyone lose the desire to talk. After exchanging brief glances, they quietly entered the cafeteria.
There were significantly fewer students eating in the cafeteria than yesterday, with empty seats everywhere.
Clearly, last night's rules "reaped" many people.
The figure of Scarface Zhang was nowhere to be seen behind the food serving window; instead, there were several middle-aged women with blank expressions and stiff movements.
Everyone quickly ordered breakfast, and tacitly agreed to order only vegetarian options.
Fortunately, there were two window seats left in the cafeteria, and Lin Feng, Wasim, Sato Ichiro, and Aple from dormitory 414 immediately sat down at the west window seats.
Evelyn and three other girls sat down by the east window.
The remaining six people sat down at two tables nearby.
After sitting down by the window, Lin Feng glanced at the ginkgo trees shrouded in a thin mist outside and pondered to himself:
A window seat should have two advantages—
1. No strange things will suddenly appear on the ceiling above your head.
2. If the cafeteria plays soft music, this spot might filter out the faint voices and leave only the relatively safe melody.
However... being near the window isn't absolutely safe either, after all, the second rule of the cafeteria clearly states:
If, after sitting down, you find that there is "no campus view" outside the window, please get up immediately and move to another seat. Do not look back out the window.
Therefore, it involves both "returns" and "risks".
The four of them began to eat in silence. The white porridge on their plates was still warm, and the steamed buns were still soft. Although the taste was not exactly delicious, it was at least edible.
Just as this oppressive meal was taking place, a slightly excited murmur suddenly broke out from the next table—
They were chosen ones from several other majors.
They seemed to have ordered meat buns, and were marveling at the exceptionally delicious filling.
"This taste...it's absolutely amazing!" A bespectacled boy couldn't help but exclaim, taking another big bite, his mouth dripping with oil.
"It's really delicious. What kind of meat is this? The texture is so unique, so tender and smooth..." The girl next to him savored it, a look of doubt and satisfaction on her face.
"Could it be some kind of specially bred poultry? Or... a frog?" another person guessed.
This commotion alerted Wasim.
His instincts as a criminal investigator made it impossible for him to ignore the anomaly.
He stood up calmly and walked towards the table.
"Hey buddy, can I take a look at your steamed buns?" Vassim asked in a low voice.
The others cooperated, and one of them handed him a half-eaten bun.
Wasim leaned closer for a closer look—the minced meat had a peculiar grayish-white color with a hint of green, and its texture was exceptionally soft and tender, with some dark fibrous tissue clearly visible inside.
He took a deep breath, and a mixture of earthy smell and some kind of... sticky, sweet odor rushed into his nostrils.
His intuition told him that this was snail meat...
Wasim's stomach churned.
He suppressed his discomfort, nodded slightly to the people at that table, and then quickly returned to his seat.
He leaned down, lowering his voice to make sure only the three people at the table could hear him:
"The filling is grayish-white with a greenish tinge, soft and tender in texture, and has a distinctive earthy smell... It can be basically confirmed that it is snail meat."
Apuler reacted most violently, dropping his spoon into his plate with a clatter, splashing a few drops of porridge.
His throat bobbed violently, and he abruptly covered his mouth with his other hand, his shoulders trembling slightly, clearly trying his best to suppress the urge to vomit.
Just then, the thin mist outside the window suddenly became thick and tangible, like a gray-white wall.
The ginkgo tree that was clearly visible was completely swallowed up and disappeared without a trace within seconds.
"Something's wrong!" Wasim, sitting opposite Lin Feng, abruptly stopped eating, his muscles tensing instantly. "Outside the window... there's no more campus view!"
[Cafe Rule 2: If you find that there is "no campus view" outside the window after you sit down, please get up and move to another seat immediately. Do not look back out the window.]
"Change seats!" Lin Feng shouted in a low voice, and immediately tried to stand up.
However, just as he was about to act, an invisible force suddenly enveloped him from all directions!
It was as if countless invisible hands reached out from under the seat and from the void behind him, pressing down on his shoulders, tightening around his waist and abdomen, and binding his legs!
He exerted all his strength, only to find himself seemingly cast into the chair, completely integrated with the seat and the dining table, unable to move an inch...
"Ugh..."
Sato Ichiro, standing beside him, let out a muffled groan. He gritted his teeth and tried with all his might to break free, but his body only trembled slightly in the seat and he couldn't move an inch.
On the other side, Vassim let out a low growl, and the bulging veins on his neck bulged, actually managing to push his body upwards by about one centimeter!
But the next second, an even more terrifying invisible force crashed down. Vassim groaned as he was shoved back into his seat by this irresistible force, the sturdy chair groaning under the weight...