Chapter 363: Clock Face of the Clock Tower

Chapter 363: Clock Face of the Clock Tower

Chapter 363: The Clock Face of the Clock Tower

Without the artist's overwriting, the painting was like a magic lamp with its lid opened. The genie trapped in the lamp suddenly lost its restraints and penetrated freely beyond the layers.

Its arms with sharp nails burst out from the wall like piercing a layer of plastic film.

[Howl——]

As the body of the smiling angel emerged from the painting, it immediately turned into a translucent and illusory appearance, as if it had finally escaped from the cage. It showed a feeling of satisfaction, like a person suffering from constipation who finally got a vent.

However, what awaits it is not freedom, but Lao Mo.

Lao Mo didn't give it any chance. He directly wrapped his arm with golden aura and grabbed its wings with one hand. His posture was exactly like a farmer reaching out to grab a big white goose.

The smiling angel realized something was wrong and tried to struggle, but Lao Mo pressed him down harshly onto the stone slab under his feet. Then, a golden aura poured down on him.

Although time was running out, Lao Mo was not vague at all. He was like a standard chef, cooking the fresh ingredients with the cleanest and most efficient techniques.

But this time is different from the previous ones. This time the smiling angel is holding a lantern.

As a result, under the cleansing of the golden aura, the meridians in the body of this strangely laughing angel gradually became clearer, and then, those colorful gases began to seep out of its body. Among these gases, the main component was gray fog...

Soon, the laughing angel's body turned grayish white.

It twitched and transformed into a solid entity, like a sculpture of an angel falling from the sky but landing on the ground face first. The feathers behind it were as straight as blades, and the water droplets on the feathers gradually condensed into substance.

When it completely turned into a petrified angel sculpture, Lao Mo took out a butcher knife and knocked on the case of the angel sculpture several times with the handle of the knife.

The next moment, accompanied by a series of tiny "click" sounds, the spider-web-like cracks covered the entire body of the angel sculpture. Seeing that the time was almost right, Lao Mo slapped it hard.

"Bang!"

The angel sculpture peeled off like old tree bark, and an unconscious dormitory manager with a pale face appeared in the messy pile of debris.

The dormitory manager was slightly plump, even a little silly, and his unconscious appearance was just like a person who had fallen asleep.

Next to his hand, there was a fallen, petrified hourglass. The sand in the hourglass was solidified in the state of being scattered, and there was still a lot of sand left.

Lao Mo took out the hourglass separately, and then rolled up the dormitory manager's sleeves.

I saw a translucent card on the wrist of the dormitory manager. The card seemed to be integrated with the skin on his wrist, but it has not yet been completely integrated.

Lao Mo took out a butcher knife and peeled the translucent card off the dormitory manager's body along the edge.

This scene should have been extremely bloody, but the dormitory manager was still sleeping soundly during the whole process. There was not even a drop of blood or ketchup-like sticky substance on his wrist, just like a bionic man.

"He's beyond help," said Lao Mo, "just like that art student."

"What you see now is that he is only in human form. His will is almost dead, which means that everything except his toes has entered the gates of hell. With our current conditions, the probability of waking him up is zero."

"And even if he is revived, he won't have a chance to leave the art building."

"Rest in peace." Lao Mo murmured, and his domain exploded, draining all the extraordinary power from the body of the "sleeping" dormitory manager.

And just as Lao Mo said, there was only a last wisp of gray mist left in the body of the plastic tube. When the gray mist disappeared, he completely turned into a sculpture and then fell apart.

Lin Yi watched this scene silently. For some reason, he strangely did not feel a trace of compassion in his heart. It seemed that when this dormitory manager was annihilated as an "inhuman", to him it was no different from the death of a wild beast.

"If we don't kill him, will he become a nocturnal creature?"

"Almost." Lao Mo said, "He will become a high-level fusion material with the qualifications to become an alien sculpture... "Super Nocturnal Species"."

"Whether it devours and merges with other nocturnal species, or it is devoured and merged with other nocturnal species, an alien sculpture will be born."

"Of course, the alien sculpture itself also likes this kind of material very much..."

Lin Yi nodded. In short, he could not survive. If he was too kind-hearted and wanted to save him, he would be turned into an alien sculpture.

Lao Mo took a look at the card in his hand, then handed the translucent card to Lin Yi.

When the card was peeled off, the part that was attached to it immediately turned into petrified sculpture fragments.

"Kid, remember this, from the moment you start to return, you are no longer a person without an identity, you are..." "Dormitory Manager-33-X0221119003"."

Lin Yi took the card, looked down at the number on it, and then hesitated, "He entered the school... on November 22, 11? It's already half a year ago...?"

"Indeed, it's been half a year. The '33' stands for the 33rd floor of the dormitory building. If he hadn't been nailed into the wall by that art student, he would have become a veteran angel of strange laughter. That's why I say he's lucky." Lao Mo held the butcher knife in one hand and the hourglass in the other, then walked towards the exit without looking back.

"The same goes for the art student. Even though I killed him, he was actually already dead. He just relied on the remaining obsession before his death to instinctively fight back. If his body is not destroyed, he will not become the advanced fusion material of the alien sculpture, but he will still not escape the fate of being eaten by the nocturnal species."

"There is also a possibility that it will be collected by fanatics and then shaped into angry angels through sculpture classes."

Lao Mo had already walked up several stairs while talking. After helping Lin Yi to settle the matter, his only goal was to save Mu Daxian.

Lin Yi followed Lao Mo closely, stroking the dormitory manager's identity certificate in his pocket. Suddenly, he thought that the state in which the art student used himself to seal the Laughing Angel in the layer seemed a bit like... a person trapped in the sleeping cabin of a spaceship?
Once the hatch is opened, they will wake up from the time when they fell asleep?
“No! That smiling angel clearly feels relieved. In other words, its state is completely different from ‘sleeping’. It is a state of being awake but unable to move - the ultimate torture!!”

So lonely!

Because they were just smiling angels, if they were intelligent creatures, they would definitely go crazy. Lin Yi couldn't help but think, if he was stuffed into the layer and watched the time outside pass by...

Lin Yi shuddered subconsciously. It was simply a kind of exile, a feeling of absolute emptiness and loneliness!
Time flows through the ages, but not on me. Isn't this a kind of exile? !

He quickened his pace to catch up with Lao Mo.

As the fog faded, the wind and rain above gradually poured in. This large amount of water mist was like the splashes of waves breaking on the city wall. Lin Yi suddenly realized that the trickle that kept flowing down the inner wall of the stairwell was not all infiltrated from the cracks in the wall. Perhaps a lot of it flowed down from above and flowed to the bottom of the stairwell.

"Wait, this stairwell... does it have a bottom?"

"If I remember correctly, when I was climbing the stairs with Lao Mo just now, it seemed that I walked to this side inexplicably, and I didn't climb up from the bottom?!"

They simply arrived at a certain section here through layer jumps, and then began to rush to the top floor without stopping.

If that's the case...

What's at the bottom of this bell tower?!

Lin Yi couldn't help but feel dazed, and an absurd idea popped up in his mind. It couldn't be that the bottom was directly spiraling into the sea, right?
Impossible, absolutely impossible.

"We're here." Lao Mo's voice came from the front, awakening Lin Yi's thoughts, "Wait until this hourglass turns back into a kerosene lamp, and you can return along the 'original route' to the elevator shaft on the other side of the observation tower."

"You will be attacked, but remember, no matter how you are injured, it doesn't matter. As long as the kerosene lamp is not extinguished, you will not die."

"When you get to the elevator shaft, just do as I say."

"Lao Mo, what about you?" Lin Yi refused to give up.

"Me?" Lao Mo smiled. "If a dead person could fulfill his last wish, how great would that be?"

He patted Lin Yi on the shoulder.

"Don't be stressed. You have completed your mission. Now it's my turn to perform."

Lao Mo said this and walked forward.

At the end of the bell tower corridor, there is a sculpture that serves as a signpost. It is a dead sculpture, no different from the one that reminds Maozi to leave the stairs.

But there is no door here, only an invisible medium separating the two worlds.

If this was a cafeteria, there would at least be a symbolic plastic curtain, but there is nothing here, so the nature of the "door" cannot be seen here at all.

This layer of medium is like an exhaust vent, constantly spraying wind and rain towards them. Those who don't know would think there is a nuclear-powered humidifier hidden inside.

In addition to the water mist, there were some dull "dong dong" sounds coming from the back of the medium from time to time. These "dong dong" sounds were exactly the same as the sounds Lin Yi heard along the way. It was obvious that the source was on the bell tower.

Lao Mo's figure disappeared behind that layer of medium, and Lin Yi immediately followed him upon seeing this.

The moment he crossed the medium, Lin Yi felt as if he had entered a distorted kaleidoscope. The space around him twisted in an unpredictable way. Complex noises began to ring in his ears, and the "buzzing" sound made his head ache.

At the same time, he felt rain falling continuously, soaking his hair in an instant.

The water flowing down my cheeks gave off a light salty and wet smell. There was no need to wonder if it was mixed with sea water.

He began to wonder if he had fallen off the layer again, but his gradually recovering vision and Lao Mo's back in his field of vision told him that there was nothing wrong with the layer.

"So... this is the clock tower?"

The world in front of him kept shaking slightly. Rather than a clock tower, it looked more like a fishing boat that was being tossed around by the wind and waves. As soon as he showed his head from the cabin, he was immediately soaked.

But as he completely passed through that layer of empty medium, this feeling immediately disappeared, and his vision finally returned to normal.

This is a square "room", about the size of an ordinary family's living room. The ground under his feet and around him is still in the layout of a normal bell tower. Three of the surrounding walls are engraved with carvings similar to religious murals, and the last wall is cast with an exquisite totem made of an unknown metal.

This totem looks very much like the pattern on the surface of a clock, and some special points seem to correspond to the positions of certain stars.

There are twelve equally divided marks around the totem, and two long and short pointers in the center. The time on the pointers is a little wrong, showing 10:42.

"10:42?!" Lin Yi was shocked. What was going on? !

He quickly looked down at his quartz watch, but the time on it was 1:18.

He was stunned for a moment, then immediately understood - there was no time engraved around the clock, and the wall on this side was transparent. The clock was inside the building, but it was visible to people outside.

The apparent movement time is 1:18, but if you look at it from behind, it is 10:42.

The moment he realized that there was no problem with time, Lin Yi breathed a sigh of relief. Even he himself didn't know why he was so nervous.

At this moment, he saw the situation outside through the glass on the surface of the clock tower.

I saw that thick dark clouds had pressed down upon the spire of the bell tower, covering the entire world like a black quilt soaked in water, and the spire of the bell tower was the "tallest thing even if the sky collapsed"!

Water mist filled the entire space. Even the wind in the square space made people feel uncomfortable, as if it was singing rap. And the real beat for this rap was the "dong dong" sound!

"A thumping sound?!"

Lin Yi seemed to have been reminded, and quickly looked towards the area where Lao Mo had walked before. Upon seeing this, he discovered that there was a stone staircase leading to the top floor in the clock tower. Those stone steps were built in a corner farthest from the clock tower's dial. When his eyes followed the steps to the top floor, he was shocked!
The top floor of the bell tower is designed in a typical Gothic style - no, according to Lao Mo's popular science, it should be said that this design is the ancestor of the typical Gothic architectural style.

It has a pointed roof supported by four pillars on a square building with a huge clock face. The top of the tower is slender and sharp, like a sword pointing to the sky.

In the four blank areas, six circular columns were built on each side.

These pillars are hollow in design, so wind and rain can blow in.

And in the hollow area surrounded by twenty-eight pillars, under the dome of the spire, there was a huge ancient bell hanging!

(End of this chapter)