Chapter 551 This is still a clockwork
Chapter 551 This is still a clockwork
He shook his head helplessly.
"Ha ha……"
"What's the matter?" Lin Yi asked.
"I think I know something..." Mao Feiyang said thoughtfully.
Lin Yi quickly asked: "What did you know?"
""Quartermaster"..."
"Eh!" Lin Yi almost covered Mao Feiyang's mouth, "What's wrong with you? You didn't let me say it just now, but now you're saying it yourself?"
"Just now, we are in the bedroom now. This is a taboo place. Even 02 can't sense it. I'm not afraid, so why are you afraid?" Mao Feiyang continued, "Besides, I know where it is stored."
"Ah?" Lin Yi was stunned for a moment, "Isn't it right here... um... isn't it right here..."
Lin Yi was just about to say, "Isn't it right there?" But when the words came to his lips, he suddenly couldn't say it, because he seemed to really not know the exact location of the "quartermaster".
He only knew that there was a "quartermaster" in that cabin, but where "that cabin" was seemed like a mystery.
"Where is the quartermaster?" He finally compromised and asked Maozi.
Mao Feiyang slowly walked to the desk.
On the desk, there is an exquisite music box.
"Amon's Music Box".
Mao Feiyang slowly reached out and grabbed "Amon's Music Box".
"Wait!! Maozi, wait a minute!" Lin Yi got anxious when he saw this, "What do you want to do?"
Lin Yi was so frightened by Mao Feiyang's action that he was sweating coldly: "That is "Amon's Music Box", don't mess around!"
Mao Feiyang nodded and said seriously: "I guessed it...but, so what?"
"The Quartermaster is in the picture behind the curtain, but that path requires a music box to open... 'The music will guide you.'"
"Why don't you tell the night watchman about this?" Lin Yi said.
Mao Feiyang shook his head helplessly: "It would be great if things were that simple...Okay, watch me do it first, and I'll tell you the logic behind it."
Seeing that Mao Feiyang said it with such confidence, Lin Yi had no choice but to choose to trust him absolutely. After all... he was just a soul in a dream, and Mao Feiyang was the one who was actually experiencing the events.
Mao Feiyang picked up "Amon's Music Box" from the desk...
Just this action made Lin Yi's heart rise to his throat.
Oh my god, this is a forbidden extraordinary creation - "Amon's Music Box". The pollution it carries is simply beyond calculation, but Mao Feiyang just grabbed it with his bare hands!
This is too terrible!
But the operation that would make Lin Yi's eyes pop out was still to come.
Mao Feiyang picked up "Amon's Music Box" and played with it in his hand for a while. Then, he took out the black wooden box from his pocket - the deposit given by the Night Watchman-02!
Mao Feiyang opened the black wooden box, took out the bronze key from it, and twisted it between his fingertips.
The shape of this bronze key is strange and complex, with delicate teeth and unique contours, but its form seems to be constantly changing.
A layer of hazy light was floating on the surface of the bronze key.
Next, Mao Feiyang pulled out the spring on the music box, and then inserted the key into the empty space on the knob.
“Ding ding ding…kaba!”
The key entered the hole, and each tooth mark meshed with the teeth inside the music box. When it reached the bottom, a crisp "click" sound was heard.
"This... this...?!" Lin Yi was so shocked that he couldn't even utter a complete sentence, "How could this be? This is the key to the music box?!"
"Isn't this the key to the bell tower?"
Mao Feiyang lowered his eyelids slightly: "Didn't I tell you... you can just treat it as a 'key', but it is actually a 'spring'."
"The clockwork of a music box."
As Mao Feiyang spoke, he held "Amon's Music Box" in one hand and slowly wound it up with the other hand.
He slowly opened his mouth and explained: "The notes indicate the location of the "Quartermaster"... but the key that makes the music box play has been taken away by us... So if I don't wind up the music box now, when "02" comes here, he will need to bring the key..."
"But I can't give the key back to him, so I can only wind it up in advance."
"To be on the safe side, I'll stay up a little longer... That way, I'll be able to hold on until you come and tell him where to go so he can find the Quartermaster."
"As for whether 02 can take it away after finding the Quartermaster, it depends on his ability."
Mao Feiyang wound up the last coil of spring, pulled out the key, turned the original spring back on, and then put "Amon's Music Box" back on the desk.
As "Amon's Music Box" was in operation, the sound tube with a small protrusion slowly turned, plucking the small reed, and notes came out one by one...
“Ding dong ding ding…”
“Ding ding dong… Ding ding dong dong…”
“Ding ding dong dong…”
As "Amon's Music Box" started to play, the vast starry sky behind the curtains suddenly seemed to come alive and began to play...
Under the starry sky, the appearance of the Art Building's Black Moon Outpost actually appeared. The Black Moon Outpost was located on a towering cliff.
Below the cliff are endless waves.
Under the waves, it seems... that is the rotten wooden boat that blocked the "Quartermaster"? !
"The Quartermaster... is he in the water below the Art Building?" Lin Yi asked doubtfully.
Mao Feiyang said: "What you see is just what you see... The "layers" in the painting and the "layers" outside the art building are two completely different worlds."
Mao Feiyang said as he pulled over a small chair and sat down. He then rested one hand on his cheek and tapped the other hand gently on the desk, as if he was following the beat of "Amon's Music Box"...
"You can actually play the music box?" Lin Yi was shocked again.
Mao Feiyang was speechless: "I'm just beating the beat casually. I can keep up with the rhythm of most music with a single beat, right?"
As he spoke, his dog-like temper finally came up, and he immediately said, "Why do you have to play the racket so professionally? Instead of playing with cotton, why don't you use mud to plant lotus flowers or make fried rice with eggs?"
Lin Yi got anxious when he heard this and immediately shouted, "Fuck, be careful! You dare to arrange a song for Lord Ma Hu?! Be careful or I'll ask you to bring this music box when the court opens!"
Mao Feiyang said nothing, just kept beating the rhythm.
“Ding dong ding ding…”
“Ding ding dong… Ding ding dong dong…”
“Ding ding dong dong…”
The sound of "Amon's Music Box" continued to ring, and the whole bedroom seemed to be filled with a strange atmosphere. Finally, Mao Feiyang stopped beating the rhythm, patted his butt, got up from the chair, and said, "It seems that the "Principal's Office" is indeed not here..."
"Then, the next step is to go to the Observatory..."
Lin Yi asked: "Is it too late to go to the Observatory now?"
"How can I go now?" Mao Feiyang squinted at him. "It's getting late to go back to the art building. I have to go back to the art classroom first. Otherwise, if I disappear for too long, it will easily arouse suspicion... I won't be able to explain myself if Brother Xian catches me."
Lin Yixin said that your Xian brother probably needs to trust Chun Ge to be fully revived at this point...
"Come to think of it, I don't even know what time it is outside now..." Lin Yi said in a low voice.
"So it's time to go..." Mao Feiyang said, "Oh, by the way, I mean, it's almost time for you to go too..."
"Ah?" Lin Yi was stunned.
"The duration of dreams is not infinite..." Mao Feiyang said, "I will return to the art classroom as planned. There is nothing more to say."
"Oh... oh, okay..." Lin Yi said.
The Russians had already ordered him to leave, so it seemed there was no need for him to stay any longer.
But for some reason, he always felt that the Russians' order to expel them was a little... a little urgent.
"Then...I'll just leave like this?" Lin Yi asked.
"Is there any need to go back the same way and waste time going through it again the first time?" Mao Feiyang said helplessly.
"What about you?" Lin Yi asked.
Mao Feiyang said: "I'll leave right away."
Lin Yi always felt that Maozi was going to do something else, but since Maozi had said so much, he naturally didn't want to ask any more questions.
Anyway, he just felt good to know that Maozi hadn't had any accident.
"Oh, right." Mao Feiyang suddenly asked, "I don't need to know your current 'time', I just want to know, up to 'your present', whether the 'plan' is going according to plan?"
Lin Yi was about to say, "In fact, the real plan has not started yet," but he thought that maybe the plan had been implemented since he entered the school, but he didn't know it, so he nodded and said, "Yes, Master Tian is in control of the overall situation, you can rest assured."
When he heard the words "Master Tian is in control of the overall situation", for some reason, Mao Feiyang's eyes narrowed unconsciously, and an unpredictable light flashed in his eyes.
"Okay, I understand..."
Lin Yi immediately felt that Mao Feiyang had something else in mind, but he couldn't say anything...
He just felt that Mr. Tian’s so-called “confession on the fifth night” was a bit exaggerated. Although he confessed, it seemed that he was not completely honest.
You might say that Master Tian didn't say anything, but it turns out that Master Tian really answered whatever he asked.
You would say that Master Tian had said it, but he is still confused and knows very little about some situations, as if he was still kept in the dark.
Lin Yi finally understood that, in the final analysis, it was still a problem of "cognition"!
People cannot ask questions that are beyond the scope of their knowledge, and it is obvious that the questions they ask are the questions they want to know, but they have no way to ask questions about things they don't know.
Since he didn't ask any questions, Mr. Tian naturally didn't need to answer.
It's simply a paradoxical cycle!
Schrödinger's confession!
"Old Lin." Mao Feiyang suddenly spoke.
"Ah?" Lin Yi responded.
"Why are you still here?" Mao Feiyang suddenly became very mean.
“Okay, okay…” Lin Yi yelled, “I’m leaving! I’ll leave right away!! Goodbye!”
"No delivery."
"Fuck you..." Lin Yi cursed and left the live broadcast room, but despite the quarrel, he finally sighed, "Be careful..."
He changed his mind and quietly withdrew from Mao Feiyang's body...
Sensing Lin Yi's departure, Mao Feiyang said softly: "You should also pay attention to your safety..."
As he spoke, he held his chin and slowly tapped the beat to the rhythm of the notes of "Amon's Music Box", as if he was waiting.
His hand moved slowly and landed on a photo frame on the desk.
Rather than a photo frame, it would be more appropriate to call it a pocket painting. The painting is a cute pink cartoon with bright colors. The style is very similar to the famous cartoon animation The Powerpuff Girls...
Mao Feiyang stared at the cartoon for a long time. He shook his head slightly and then turned the photo frame over to face inwards, with his back facing the bedroom.
He stood up, clapped his hands, and said, "Okay, it's time for me to go..."
At this moment, the exquisite bookshelf suddenly trembled slightly, and a few books were shaken out with a "clang bang bang", as if they wanted to be noticed by Mao Feiyang.
Mao Feiyang hesitated for a moment, then walked to the bookshelf, and his eyes fell on the books that were shaken out.
He was silent for a moment, then stretched out his hand and slowly moved it in front of the books.
Then he gently pushed the books back.
At this moment, a hidden light suddenly flashed in Mao Feiyang's eyes.
He quickly took out the feather sculpture, pushed it to the bedroom door, and then pushed it out with his back against the door.
The bedroom suddenly became empty and deserted again, with only "Amon's Music Box" on the desk, the spring slowly turning along with the rotation of the sound tube.
“Ding dong ding ding…”
“Ding ding dong… Ding ding dong dong…”
“Ding ding dong dong…”
But amidst the beating of the notes, there was another sound faintly heard.
A black nursery rhyme sung in a cool, crisp voice like a silver bell:
[Children, play hide and seek~Hide one by one~]
[The small yard is a good place~Brothers and sisters hide~]
[Dig and dig, turn and turn...]
On the floor of the bedroom, there seemed to be some floating dust, or perhaps some illusory lines. Those lines kept interweaving and converging, and finally, they faintly outlined an illusory human figure...
A gothic dark lolita style little girl.
She was shrouded in shadows, and her dress was dirty as if stained by oil. Black, sticky, symbiotic liquid was constantly oozing out from under her skirt. But the strange thing was that after the liquid seeped out, it did not contaminate the carpet under her feet, as if her existence was incompatible with the world around her.
The little girl hummed a black nursery rhyme, slowly walked to the desk, and then slowly picked up the music box...
(End of this chapter)