Chapter 357 "Amon's Music Box"
Part of those tentacle-like heads hung to the ground, flapping and exploring like an elephant's trunk, as if to detect some smell. Finally, it slowly wriggled to the fragments of the large eyeballs that remained after the explosion and were not completely annihilated.
It jumped nimbly in the gray mist, eating a piece here and a piece there, like a little monster licking candy on the ground, slowly chasing the backs of Lin Yi and Lao Mo.
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X May 10, 2023, 0:00, Art Building Cloister.
An invisible force of energy spread from the depths of the corridor, causing both De Lao Mo and Lin Yi to be stunned.
This is a feeling that cannot be described in words. Lin Yi almost realized something. He lowered his head and pulled open his sleeves to see that the time was indeed past midnight.
"Old Mo, it's midnight!" Lin Yi reminded.
Hence Old Mo said: "I also felt... the bells of the night watchman just now..."
Hing "'The bells of the night watchman'?"
Finally, after turning a curved corner, Lin Yi heard the ding-ding-dong-dong sound again...
This time, Lao Mo also heard the sound, and he waved his hand to signal Lin Yi to stop.
After Lin Yi stopped, he subconsciously looked at Lao Mo, only to find that Lao Mo's face was extremely ugly and he didn't move forward.
Lin Yi, who realized something was wrong, asked in a low voice: "What's wrong?"
Lao Mo's tone had a dryness that he had never seen before: ""Amon's music box"..."
"The good news is...we are at the gallery."
"Too bad, this music box is ringing..."
The crisp and soothing sound of the music box slowly floated out from the depths of the gray mist and pitch-black abyss, and fell into the ears of Lin Yi and Lao Mo. It was like a heavy drum beat, making people feel as if they were in a huge, depressing space.
Lao Mo rubbed all the big eyeballs together, then threw them out fiercely, and grabbed Lin Yi's hand: "Boy, charge at me!!!"
The big eyeballs exploded quickly, and Lao Mo took Lin Yi and hit them.
The violent explosion dispersed all the surrounding gray fog, and a brand new portal was opened instead. In the aftermath of the explosion, Lin Yi saw an ancient and mysterious gallery.
The gallery lies dormant in the depths of the cloister like a shadow, as if it has been forgotten by time. Except for those candlelights that seem to be about to extinguish and still cast some light on it, the whole world seems to be separated from it.
Lao Mo used a butcher knife to cut a path through the ripples of the explosion, and rushed to the gallery with Lin Yi. Behind them, the explosion was huge, but it seemed to be isolated by an invisible ripple.
The clusters of candlelights on both sides of the gallery jumped, and the originally dark gallery seemed to have been lit with a new fire by the lamp holder.
With the swaying of the candlelight, light and darkness blend together, showing an irregular change of light and shadow.
The moment he stepped into the gallery, a chill hit his face. The darkness was like thick ink, tightly wrapping every inch of space. The weak light struggled in the darkness, like the last breath of a dying person, and could only barely outline the vague outline of the gallery.
The paintings on the wall seemed to come alive in the darkness. The originally colorful oil paintings were now like twisted ghost faces, looming in the shadows.
The stone slabs under my feet turned into the floor at some point, making creepy creaking sounds as I walked, as if every step I took was awakening the evil spirits sleeping underground.
The fog in the gallery has become much lighter, but it still permeates the gallery like a ghostly veil. The fog is cold and damp, with a smell of decay, slowly wrapping around the ankles, making people feel as if they are in a swamp, and every step is full of resistance.
The notes of the music box were still beating, and the sound came from nowhere, surrounding them vaguely, making people shudder.
"After passing through the gallery, the guide of the big golden retriever should be here." Lao Mo dropped a sentence, then closed his mouth and walked forward.
Lin Yi followed Lao Mo silently, refraining from looking around to ensure that he would not be attracted by something he shouldn't see.
There are actually not only paintings in the gallery, but also some sculptures and artworks, but these works are becoming more and more weird in today's atmosphere.
Due to the obstruction of the gray fog and his own restraint, Lin Yi only had the corner of his eye left to capture the factors in the gallery. However, the more he tried to ignore it, the more he subconsciously paid attention to some things that seemed to be static but were not completely static.
For example, Lin Yi saw a figure standing in the darkness, but after a moment of trance, he realized that it was just an oil painting. The fog gathered in front of the painting, making the mysterious figure look even more unreal and terrifying, as if he might walk out of the painting at any time.
Slowly walking along the gallery, some sculptures add to the eerie atmosphere. The originally lifelike bust sculptures, shrouded in darkness and fog, turned into terrifying figures. Their expressions were blurred, as if they were struggling in pain, or they seemed to be issuing silent curses.
Lin Yi could no longer tell whether it was a pseudo-human sculpture or some pure sculptures carved into human shapes.
The notes of the music box were still beating, and the "creaking" sound of the wooden boards became more and more intense. As he walked and walked, Lin Yi had the illusion that he was not walking through a gallery, but walking in a swaying cabin.
This is not an unusual ship, but the kind of ship from the Middle Ages or even an older era, like a ghost ship lost in the sea fog, lingering in the song of the siren and the intermittent music box movement...
Occasionally, there is an unknown feeling. The cold wind blowing from somewhere made the mist swirl, like a group of ghosts dancing, and the wind seemed to be mixed with whispers. The sounds were subtle and clear, as if the souls imprisoned in the paintings and sculptures were telling their sorrow and pain.
! 】
【You are here...】
【You are finally here...】
There were some strange calls in Lin Yi's ears. What was even more hasty was that his gallery suddenly shook as if it had been hit by a wave. He failed to take a step firmly and stumbled out a few steps. At the moment when his body was about to lose balance, he twisted his waist and stopped.
Before he could take a breath, a sculpture suddenly appeared in front of him.
The area where this sculpture is located is surrounded by fog, with a dark background. The dim candlelight shines on the fog, forming a soft halo, while the wall not covered by fog next to it seems to be bottomless darkness. This strong contrast makes the sculpture look more and more like a prisoner trapped and dead in this mysterious and dangerous prison, and it also makes Lin Yi's already highly nervous spirit stretch to the limit.
【Lin Yi...】
cedced in the cold and ethereal call , echoing constantly in his heart , as if coming from the darkness of nothingness , or as if it was spoken by the sculpture in front of him .
The mist flowed slowly in the gallery. It was not static, but shuttled through the space like a living ghost. Under their background, Lin Yi suddenly felt that the entire gallery was full of disturbing factors, and the surrounding environment seemed to be constantly changing. , as if there were more sculptures peeping in the dark or approaching quietly...
The whole environment became increasingly blurry, and even Lao Mo's back seemed to blend into the surrounding gray fog, leaving only the notes of the music box, which became increasingly clear in the flowing wind.
「Old Mo...Old Mo...」
Lin Yi's breathing became extremely disordered. He traced Lao Mo's back, stepping on the creaking wooden boards, and walked forward unsteadily. The call gradually faded, but there seemed to be another kind of exotic song, mixed with the constantly beating notes of the music box, and slowly passed... Hide~】
· 【The little yard is a good place~brother and sister hide their bodies~】
· 【Dig, dig, turn over~my sister’s waist is sore~】
· 【Sisters, please keep your voice down~don’t let your brother hear it~】
· [That tree is really nice~I’ll hide my sister’s body~]
【Pull and pull, pull and pull~My sister’s little hands are numb~】
【Brother, brother, you are so bad~ I am joking about my sister's dull saw~】
【That tree is really nice~I hung my brother separately~】
【Children, hide and seek~hide one or two~】
【Brothers and sisters are hiding separately~Looking and searching and not finding~】
This seems to be a nursery rhyme. It sounds like nothing at first, but when I listen to it, it has an indescribable weird smell, and I always feel that something is not right.
That nursery rhyme is like some kind of tune that exudes black humor. The tone is also constantly humming, gradually changing from a cold, ethereal, intermittent singing voice to a child's voice that is cold and immature but exudes a strong dark and weird flavor...
As the child's voice sounded, a little girl wearing a black and red Lolita uniform seemed to appear in the depths of the darkness. She had long, smooth black hair, and was dirty, as if covered with some kind of sticky black liquid...
There seemed to be a shovel stained with this liquid at her feet, and a large hacksaw stained with filth on the other side.
No matter it is the shovel or the hacksaw, they are inconsistent with her thin and young figure. In the strong sense of contrast, they appear extremely asymmetrical, with a high sense of dissonance that challenges the obsessive-compulsive disorder of the human body.
In her hand, she held a music box that looked very delicate. There was a rotating spring on the side of the music box. The sound of "ding ding dong dong" came from the music box, and with it, the intermittent nursery rhymes...
ceddie
Every step seemed to step on the beat of Lin Yi's heart.
As she approached, Lin Yi felt that the air around him was being emptied out. An indescribable sense of oppression enveloped him. The gray mist seemed to have turned into a substantial wall and began to squeeze his body.
He felt that his bones were about to be crushed. He felt that it was becoming more and more difficult to breathe. The sound of cracking bones began to ring in his ears. Before he could feel the pain, his head was stuck there as if someone had clamped it with a door panel.
His body was tense and straight, and the gray mist held him in its palm like a pair of invisible big hands. Every time he exhaled some breath, the palm would hold him tighter.
Nothing could come out except a whine from his throat, and he felt like his whole body was about to burst.
Suddenly, the only sound left in his ears was the little girl's footsteps, which were synchronized with his heartbeat.
The footsteps stopped and did not sound again for a long time.
Lin Yi's heart stopped beating and did not beat again for a long time.
"Uh... uh... uh...?" Lin Yi gritted his teeth, feeling his heart no longer beating in his chest. A cold feeling spread to his whole body in an instant...
His pupils slowly dilated, and the little girl's face was reflected in the dilated pupils.
faceless.
He fell heavily to the ground, and his eyes gradually turned gray.
The little girl took steps and walked towards him slowly.
Suddenly, he heard some voices, some... familiar voices.
In the darkness behind the little girl, an iron chain appeared...
The iron chain seemed to be growing on her spine, and as she walked out of the dim area, some vague outlines appeared.
"Iron chains...?!"
"Could it be...that?!"
At the last moment, Lin Yi thought of the dark shadow he had seen many times in his hallucinations...
In the black ocean, in the rotten wooden cabin...
That mysterious creature bound by chains calling his name...
∣ "It's 'her'?!"
"No! No... this is just a picture given by my cognition..."
"Vision!"
"This, this is a vision!!"
Lin Yi gritted his teeth.
"Since it's a vision...don't fucking stop!"
He put his hand firmly on his chest, covering his heart.
As if receiving the blessing of his will, his heart that stopped beating slowly started beating again.
(End of this chapter)