Chapter 67 Black Clock

Except for the dilapidated clock tower, everything else became a vague phantom, even the flames in the gas street lamps and the drunks walking staggeringly on the illuminated streets.

As for myself, after putting on the mask, there was no other change except that the sight and body I saw disappeared as if invisible.

Yago stretched out his right hand, which he could feel but couldn't see, and took off the mask.

The moment he took off the mask, everything became clear when he put on the mask, and everything became clear, and the dilapidated clock tower standing in the phantom disappeared directly from the field of vision.

And his own, no, Hals' body, also appeared, and those black threads extending from the mask, woven into tattered robes, disappeared when he took off the mask

Everything just now was like an illusion.

But the cold feeling from the weightless but metal-like mask held in both hands told him that everything just now was not an illusion.

Looking down, looking at the old linen windbreaker on his body and the legs protruding from the hem of the windbreaker, Yago couldn't help reaching out and touching it.

Touching himself, no, it should be said that he was possessed by Hals's legs, the strange feeling that his body disappeared just now never left Yago's heart.

The mask doesn't seem to be just a "normal" mystery in the book world.

Looking at the dark gray beak of the mask in his hand, Yago became thoughtful.

This mask seemed to be more important than the potion whose source was unknown and whose name was unknown.

Could it be that this was the great luck before?

Yago looked at the mask and thought.

Now, he would rather go to the clock tower to see the potion that was related to the traveling troupe but didn't know where it was.

Use this.

He flipped the beak mask in his hand, looked out the window, and looked at the location of the clock tower that he saw when he put on the mask.

There was nothing there now, but it was impossible for Jago to forget.

"Shugein, let's go."

Yago stretched out his hand to Hugein who was having fun turning a few gears over and over on the bed.

However, Hugein didn't respond to his call, and was still flipping the gears with his paws or beak.

"Hugein!"

Yago spoke again.

Because of Yago's increased volume, Mistcrow turned to look at him, then flapped its wings and flew towards him.

Then, landed on the window sill, and began to look at the

".come here."

Yago stretched out his hand speechlessly, grabbed Hugein, and stuffed it into his windbreaker pocket.

Although he didn't understand his call, at least he didn't attack him like a wild cat.

In the quiet night, with occasional conversations in his ears, Yago walked silently on the side of the road, just like an ordinary Arabella worker, complaining about the hard work in the factory while crossing a road A street dyed dim yellow by gas lamps.

After walking on the curvy streets for nearly 20 minutes, he came to this place that was not more than one kilometer away from the hotel where he was just now.

This is a small square with an irregular trapezoidal shape.

The reason why it is said to be small is because its length and width are less than 100 meters long, so it is really small,

Surrounded by a large area of ​​high and low houses.

However, such a square is indeed an "average" specification for Arabella, who lacks land.

Yago held down Shugein, the Mist Crow, who was fluttering in the pocket of his windbreaker, and pretended to be tired and sat down on the bench facing north on the south side of the square.

On his right, that is, in the east direction, there is a row of low and small houses.

Gas pipelines that are older than the houses protrude from the ground next to the row of two-storey houses, and several metal pipes that are obviously much newer branch out from above and extend towards the other houses next to them.

Yago has no interest in these houses or gas pipelines.

The reason why he looked there was because the bell tower he saw just now was probably in the center of these dilapidated houses.

However, the space between these dilapidated old houses is a narrow alley that can only be passed by one person.

Then, he silently said in his heart:

"The side with the residual thread."

The Gambler's Fallacy!

While meditating in his heart, he pretended that his throat was uncomfortable, and forcefully tore off a button near the collar of a windbreaker, and threw it to the ground.

reconnaissance--

【Spot check = 80】

[Scout Check = 65/25]

Seeing the result of the failure, and feeling the strange feeling that had become a little stronger, Yago rolled the dice again.

【Spot check = 39】

[Spot check = 19/25]

success.

Compared with the last time when he refused three times in a row, this time, Yago only got the desired result after being made things difficult by Dice Niang once.

【Hals looked rather irritable, looking for someone to vent his anger on, but no one wanted to get close to such a guy, and no one even wanted to observe him. 】

The words that emerged on the page reassured Yago, who was scanning his surroundings from a third-person perspective.

He quickly turned around and ran into the shadow of the house where the gas lamp could not reach, and put on the mask.

When Yago put on the bird's beak mask, dark lines like shadows gushed out from the mask, covering Yago's body almost instantly. That not-so-short body evaporated into the air instantly.

And the Mistcrow Shugein who stayed in his windbreaker also fell off when his body disappeared.

It's not stealth, it's really disappearing.

Looking at Shugein, the Mist Crow, who hastily spread its wings to cushion it when it fell to the ground, Yago thought to himself.

Perhaps because of the entry of the real body, Hugein did not become blurred in his eyes.

However, these are not the point.

Yago raised his head, looking out from the hollow, slender eye sockets of the mask.

When everything was reduced to a phantom blur, a clock tower appeared out of nowhere.

Dilapidated and ancient.

It was difficult to tell what it had been like when it was complete, the little bell tower, which seemed to be swallowed up by the phantom of the houses around it, had been destroyed and dilapidated.

It can only be guessed from the vague edges and corners on the top that have become bloated and rough due to the deformation of the wood.

The vaguely phantom-like houses around this decayed and dilapidated small clock tower are like a tide, which may swallow the clock tower at any time.

Yago has no doubt that this small clock tower will collapse in the next moment.

but

On the top of this small bell tower, hangs a huge bell.

A giant hanging clock that is pitch-black and as quiet as the night.

Only it, like other architectural structures, has not become distorted with the decay of the bell tower.