Chapter 357 "Amon's Music Box"
Part of those tentacle-like heads hung down to the ground, flapping and exploring like an elephant's trunk, as if trying to detect some smell. Finally, it slowly wriggled to the remains of the big body that had not been completely annihilated after the explosion. Near the fragment of the eyeball.
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.
……
X023 May 10, 0:00, Art Building Cloister.
An invisible force of energy spread from the depths of the corridor, making both Lao Mo and Lin Yi stunned.
This was a feeling that could not 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.
Lao Mo said: "I also felt it just now...the ringing of the night watchman's bell..."
"'The Bells of the Night Watch'?"
"We'll talk later, we'll be at the gallery soon." Lao Mo didn't reply and continued to walk through the fog, a solemn expression between his brows.
Finally, after turning an arc-shaped corner, Lin Yi heard the ding-ding-dong-dong sound again...
But this time, Lao Mo also heard the sound, and he waved his hand to 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 revealed an unprecedented dryness: ""Amon's music box"..."
"The good news is...we're 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 dark abyss, falling into the ears of Lin Yi and Lao Mo. It was like the sound of heavy drums, making people feel as if they were in a In a huge, depressing space.
Lao Mo rubbed all his big eyeballs together, then threw them out fiercely, and grabbed Lin Yi's hand: "Boy, charge at me!!!"
The big eyeball exploded quickly, and Lao Mo crashed into it with Lin Yi.
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 lurked like a shadow in the depths of the cloister, as if it had been forgotten by time. Except for those candlelights that seemed to be about to extinguish and still cast some light on it, the whole world seemed 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.
"Ding dong ding ding... dong ding dong... ding ding dong dong..."
The notes from the music box flew out of the gallery like jumping tadpoles and slowly enveloped them.
"Boo...boo...boo..."
The clusters of candlelights on both sides of the gallery began to dance, and the originally dark gallery seemed to have been lit with new fire by the lamp holder.
As the candlelight flickered, light and darkness blended together, showing an irregular change of light and shadow.
The moment I stepped into the gallery, a chill hit my 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. Only the vague outline of the gallery can be barely sketched.
The paintings on the wall seemed to come alive in the darkness. The originally colorful oil paintings now looked 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 fills the gallery like a ghostly veil. The fog is cold and moist, with a smell of decay, slowly wrapping around the ankles, making people feel as if they are in a swamp. , 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 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.
In fact, there are not only paintings in the gallery, but also some sculptures and artworks, but these works seem more and more weird in today's atmosphere.
Due to the obstruction of the gray fog and his own restraint, Lin Yi could only continue to capture the factors in the gallery with the corner of his eye. However, the more he tried to ignore it, the more he became interested in some things that seemed static but incomplete. Static things subconsciously generate attention.
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 it might happen at any time. Get out of the painting.
Walking slowly 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 blurred. It seemed like he was struggling in pain, or like he was issuing a silent curse.
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 the gallery, but was shaking somewhere. walking in the cabin.
This is not an unusual ship, but a 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, a cold wind blows from nowhere, causing the mist to swirl, like a group of ghosts dancing. The wind seems to be mixed with whispers, which are subtle and clear, as if they are those imprisoned in the painting. And the souls in the sculptures are telling their sorrow and pain.
【Lin Yi...】
【Lin Yi...it's you...】
【It's you...it's you! ! 】
【You are here...】
【You are finally here...】
There were some strange calls in Lin Yi's ears. What was even more hurried 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. The moment 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 hits the fog, forming a soft halo, while the wall next to it that is not covered by fog seems to be bottomless darkness. This kind of The strong contrast made the sculpture look more and more like a prisoner trapped and died in this mysterious and dangerous prison, and it also made Lin Yi's already highly nervous spirit stretch to the limit.
【Lin Yi...】
【Lin Yi...Lin Yi...】
The cold and ethereal call kept echoing in his heart, as if it was coming from the darkness of nothingness, and it seemed like it was speaking from 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 surroundings The environment seems to be constantly changing, as if there are more sculptures peeping in the dark or approaching quietly...
The entire environment became increasingly blurry, and even Lao Mo's back seemed to blend into the surrounding gray fog. Only the notes of the music box were left, becoming 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 calling gradually faded away, but there seemed to be another kind of fullness. The exotic songs, mixed with the constantly beating notes of the music box, were slowly transmitted... [Children, hide and seek~hide one or two~]
[The little yard is a great place~brothers and sisters hide themselves~]
[Digging and digging, turning and turning~My sister’s waist is sore~]
[Sister, sister, please keep your voice down~Don’t let brother hear~]
【That tree is really nice~I hide my sister’s body~】
[Pull and pull, pull and pull~My sister’s little hands are numb~]
[Brother, brother, you are so bad~Joking about my sister’s blunt saw~]
【That tree is really nice~I hung my brother separately~】
[Children, hide and seek~hide one or two~]
[Brother and sister are hiding separately~Looking and looking and not finding~]
This seems to be a nursery rhyme. It doesn't sound like much at first, but when I listen to it, it has an indescribable weird flavor, and I always feel that something is not right.
The nursery rhyme was like some kind of tune that exuded black humor, and the tone was constantly humming, gradually changing from a cold, ethereal, intermittent singing voice to a cool and immature song that exuded a strong dark and weird flavor. Children's voices...
As the children's voice sounded, a little girl wearing a black and red Lolita uniform seemed to appear in the depths of the darkness. She had smooth long black hair, and her whole body was dirty, as if covered with some kind of sticky substance. Black slurry...
There seemed to be a shovel stained with the liquid at her feet, and a large hacksaw stained with filth on the other side.
Both the shovel and the hacksaw were inconsistent with her thin and young figure. In the strong sense of contrast, they appeared extremely asymmetrical and had a high sense of disobedience that challenged 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 then What came next was the intermittent nursery rhymes...
[Children, hide and seek~hide one or two...]
[The little yard is a great place~brothers and sisters hide themselves...]
【Dig and dig, dig and dig...】
【……】
The little girl stepped on her little leather boots dripping with dirty black mucus and slowly approached Lin Yi.
"Ta...ta...ta..."
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 turn 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 seemed to be clamped by a door panel. Still stuck there.
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 but whining could come out of 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 in sync with his heartbeat.
"Da... da..."
"Da..."
「……」
The footsteps stopped and didn't sound again for a long time.
Lin Yi's heart stopped beating and didn't beat again for a long time.
"Uh... uh... uh...?" Lin Yi gritted his teeth and felt 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".
"Boom!!!"
He fell heavily to the ground, his eyes gradually turning gray.
The little girl took steps and walked towards him slowly.
Suddenly, he heard some voices, some... familiar voices.
"Crashing... crashing..."
Behind the little girl, a chain appeared in the darkness...
The chain seemed to be growing on her spine, and some vague outlines appeared as she walked out of the dim area.
"Chains...?!"
"Could it be...it?!"
At the last moment, Lin Yi thought of the dark shadow he had seen many times in hallucinations...
In the black ocean, in the rotten wooden cabin...
The mysterious creature bound by chains that called his name...
"It's 'her'?!"
"No! No...this is just a picture given by my perception..."
"Vision!"
"This, this is a vision!!"
Lin Yi gritted his teeth.
"Since it's Vision...don't fucking stop!"
He placed his hand firmly on his chest, covering his heart.
As if with the blessing of his will, his heart that had stopped beating slowly started beating again.
(End of chapter)