Some of those tentacle-like heads drooped to the ground, swaying and probing like elephants' trunks, as though sniffing out some scent. At last, it slowly wriggled toward the fragments of the Big Eyeballs left after the explosion, which had not yet been completely annihilated.
It hopped nimbly through the Gray Fog, eating a piece here and a piece there, like a little monster advancing as it licked candy off the ground, slowly following Lin Yi and Lao Mo.
May 10, Year X023, 0:00, the Art Building's Covered Corridor.
An invisible disturbance spread from the depths of the Covered Corridor, making both Lao Mo and Lin Yi pause.
It was a sensation beyond words. Almost as though he had realized something, Lin Yi lowered his head and pulled back his sleeve to check. Sure enough, it was past midnight.
"Lao Mo, it's midnight!" Lin Yi reminded him.
"I felt it just now too... the Night Watchman's Bell Sound..." Lao Mo said.
"'The Night Watchman's Bell Sound'?"
"We'll talk in a moment. We're almost at the Gallery." Lao Mo offered no answer and continued through the fog, his brow heavy with gravity.
Finally, after rounding a curved corner, Lin Yi heard that tinkling sound again...
This time, Lao Mo heard it too. He waved for Lin Yi to stop.
After stopping, Lin Yi instinctively looked at Lao Mo, only to find that his expression was exceedingly grim. He had stopped moving forward too.
Realizing something was wrong, Lin Yi asked quietly, "What is it?"
Lao Mo's voice held a dryness Lin Yi had almost never heard before. "'Amon's Music Box'..."
"The good news is... we've reached the Gallery."
"The bad news is, this music box has started playing..."
The clear, soothing music of the music box drifted slowly out of the