【Swan Academy】

All the gentlemen present, including the discouraged students who failed the test, also raised their heads at this moment and looked at the young man floating in the air.

Yi Chen's floating height has reached the roof, and if there is no roof limit, he will even fly out of the academy.

The depth of consciousness he has reached has exceeded the normal value, and it fits perfectly with the thinking space drawn out by the principal, constructing a real spiritual scene that is indistinguishable from reality.

All senses will be 100% restored inside the mind space, and the test will be more intuitive, more realistic and effective.

Under the crying mask, the principal's eyes also changed, and she rarely saw a young student with such an interesting brain and such a deep thinking.

……

【Rainy Night Gallery】

"It's clear, it's real...... It's not even much different from reality.

It's completely different from the hazy, uncontrollable, and uncontrollable feeling of passively withdrawing consciousness and going to the old world, which is exactly like what happened.

Saying

With the principal in charge of supporting, according to my weaknesses, is the thinking space constructed by consciousness so dark? ”

finger rain,

Shadows outside the window,

and bizarre and disturbing abstract paintings, such as "The Woman of Mesadra," which corresponds to a woman with her head tilted 90°, standing out of place with her pedestrians around her, standing in the middle of a crowded street, staring out of the frame with blood-soaked eyes.

Yi Chen habitually wanted to open the suitcase and take out the axe and gun, but found that there was nothing in his hand.

I want to use plants and there is no response either.

The consciousness that came to the mind space as a whole was confined to an ordinary body by the headmaster,

However, Yi Chen pinched his arm hard, and what he felt was not pain, but itching...... It shows that what Teacher Zede taught himself is not affected, and this change in the essence of the body is related to the essence of the soul and cannot be shielded.

"Although I don't know if the speed of time in this is consistent with reality, let's hurry up."

Since this is a gallery,

No matter how eerie or weird, Yi Chen immediately substituted himself as a [spectator] who came to participate in the art exhibition, carefully observing each painting.

Before starting to admire, Yi Chen first took a general look.

The square gallery consists of four corridors without any entrances and exits.

Although details such as the length, window position, and carpet color of each gallery are all the same, Yi Chen uses the names of the paintings at the beginning and end of the gallery to distinguish them, numbering them.

Among them, the number of paintings in galleries 1~3 is equal,

Only a painting is missing in the middle of Gallery 4, and a white wall is vacant, but after some inspection, it is just an ordinary wall, and there is no special feature for the time being.

The only [difference] is likely to be the key to breaking the game in Yi Chen's eyes.

The next step is to admire the paintings.

Unlike the accurate memory of the details of the scene on weekdays, Yi Chen did not deliberately memorize the painting patterns in his mind.

It is impossible to completely memorize and reproduce things in this art form by memory alone.

Instead, we try to combine the name of the painting as much as possible to understand, perceive, and appreciate the essence of the painting.

When stopping at the fourth painting, "Orange Abandoned Baby", a thunderclap flashed outside the window again, accompanied by the sound of glass breaking.

The sudden abnormality forced Yi Chen to turn his head to look.

The square window in the middle of the gallery has an exaggerated crack due to the thunder that has just occurred.

"Distractions?"

Yi Chen's expression did not change, and he was ready to continue to immerse himself in the appreciation of the paintings.

However, when his gaze returned to the painting "Orange Abandoned Baby", the baby that was supposed to exist under the orange tree disappeared, leaving only scattered swaddling clothes.

The change in the painting made Yi Chen instantly vigilant,

WaWa！

A cry came from the depths around the corner of the hallway, and all the nearby candles went out.

Slowly,

A yellow baby whose skin was replaced by orange peel crawled out of the darkness,

The completely torn mouth is full of insect-like fangs, and its abdomen has strong, grasshopper-like appendages.

The moment it appeared, it bounced directly towards Yi Chen, its fangs locking onto the carotid artery in its neck.

"It's ......"

Yi Chen relied on his combat experience and immediately made a quick dodge.

While completely dodging,

The body is like a bow,

Hammer with both hands,

Vertical smashing! Perfectly hit the orange abandoned baby in mid-air, and the huge force slammed it to the ground.

Don't give the monster any respite plan, the sole of the shoe stomp.

Smack~ Ignoring the slime on the soles of his shoes, he continued to appreciate the next painting.

And take up part of the brain capacity to think quickly about what just happened,

"I didn't expect that the [Spiritual Test] initiated by the principal was actually dangerous, and if he died in it, the test might fail directly.

As for the materialization of paintings, there are two reasons that can be deduced according to the situation just now.

1. Lightning flashing outside the window

2. My subjective appreciation of paintings

Satisfying both of these conditions should result in the materialization of the painting...... The next time you flash lightning, try not to look away, you may be able to avoid such a situation.

And I have to speed things up.

The gallery is not stable, and if these cracked windows are shattered, all the ghosts crawling on the outside will flood in, and the test will probably fail."

During the reflection, Yi Chen's brain once again overflowed with white steam, and with the improvement of concentration, the speed of appreciating the paintings gradually accelerated.

The interval between each lightning bolt is almost the same,

When Yi Chen tasted the ninth painting, "The Shadow of the Labyrinth", the thunder flashed and accompanied by a crisper cracking sound of glass, and an even larger crack appeared in the window.

But this time, Yi Chen didn't tilt his head, staring at the painting in front of him.

The humanoid monster with a sunflower-like head in the labyrinth still exists in the painting, and does not run out to find trouble.

『Nice！ As long as you keep your gaze on your horizon and keep your subjective consciousness unshaken, you won't be able to get out of the painting...... Sure enough, it's a pure thinking space, and subjective consciousness plays a big role, which is really interesting."

Yi Chen, who came to the conclusion, no longer had any distractions, abandoned all distractions, and completely immersed himself in the appreciation of paintings.

With the end of the tasting in galleries 1, 2 and 3,

Finally came to a slightly different gallery No. 4,

In the middle of the corridor, a painting is vacant on the wall facing the window.

Syllable! Lightning flashed.

The violent thunder shattered a small piece of the cracked window, and the rain poured into it in the form of a stream of water into the gallery.

Yi Chen was still unaffected, ignoring the layer of water that overflowed the soles of his shoes, and carried out the final tasting as fast as he could.

When the view is removed from the last painting.

Fragments of the paintings that have been digested and digested quickly flashback in the mind, effectively intertwined, and spliced together to form a new thing.

Yi Chen moved to the middle of Gallery No. 4,

Carefully looking at the vacant white wall,

Try to imprint what comes to mind and wait for an opportunity.

Syllable!

Yi Chen blinked as the thunder flashed.

There was an extra painting on the wall in front of me, which was originally empty...... This painting is the result of the convergence of all the paintings in Yi Chen's brain.

It's called "The Door".

Painted between the frames is a brand-new iron door, which is the 'exit' to the outside world.

It was at this moment that

Phew! The windows behind him were shattered.

When the broken pieces of glass flew past Yi Chen, there were also shadow arms grabbing them together.

It's a pity that as he moves forward, these arms are all empty.

Unaffected by anything, Yi Chen continued to stare at the painting, approaching very abruptly.

When the distance between the two is less than ten centimeters,

Maybe it's too serious to look at the iron door between the frames, and I feel that the iron door seems to have been seen somewhere.

Perhaps his preoccupation with painting appreciation caused him to fall deeper into the realm of consciousness, even beyond the headmaster's set value.

Some strange brain signals suddenly poured out,

These signals directly affect the current thinking space, like a black silk thread crawling towards the "door".

The iron door between the paintings became more realistic, and even rusty skin scars appeared, as well as scratched metal door plates.

Yi Chen was uncontrollable, and instinctively raised his hand to touch.

When he touched the cold iron door between the paintings...... The sound of crunch~ door shaft friction echoes in the brain.

The gallery, the rain and the shadow in front of me are gone,

But he didn't return to the Swan Academy...... Rather, he falls into a deeper conscious space, an independent space derived from his own consciousness.

More realistic and undisturbed.

Yi Chen's eyes widened, he had never been so flustered or frightened.

"How so...... Why are you here!? ”

The increasing excitement caused a trace of black silk thread to spread between the eyes, and even completely blackened the eyes.