Devil's Music

A daycare.

The road in front of the premium London Angel Islington hotel where Lynn is staying.

A man runs like crazy with a black box of palms wrapped around him.

When the men on the road saw the man running, they got out of the way, ignored the traffic lights on the crosswalk, and the cars stood on the brakes, swearing.

Yuck!!

“Hey!! You want to die?"

“Sorry! Sorry! ”

The apologizing man did not stop running. The man with short, dark hair was black, and quite handsome.

The man in the beige coat and the black slax on the white shirt is named Arthur Hodgson. He recently graduated from Birmingham City University with a bachelor's degree in horology BA clockwork.

Arthur does not stop, but sees the emirates stadium from afar.

“You must! You must! ”

In Arthur's running head, he remembers his past.

He was born as an only child in a rural village in England, also known as the Lake District, because there were 16 lakes in the United Kingdom, and his parents' cuteness was overwhelming. Although it was a home environment that could not be seen as so flexible, Arthur, who grew up in a good parent and a wonderful natural landscape, became interested in the sound of ringing in the old clock in the living room one day.

The parents who were worried about the child sitting in front of the watch all day looking at the side by side, drove to London and asked the doctor to diagnose the child. However, the doctor said that the diagnosis is fine, an abnormality that can be experienced for a while as a child.

I returned home, but the child sitting in front of the clock listened to the sounds of various watches.

When I was loading my body with the sound of the correct clock ticking like a finger, I remembered the woman I met when I was four years old in the forest behind my house.

That day was just like any other day. He used to play alone because there was no home for his age within 10 km. He used to be able to catch fish in the lake, or climb the mountain behind the house and catch insects.

Arthur, who had eaten the walnut pie that my mom made for lunch and cleaned the debris off his mouth, went up the mountain and dug sand.

Instead of building a sand castle, a woman appeared in front of Arthur, who dug sand and shoved her calves back into the sand and buried her knees in the sand.

The woman in front of Arthur was a hundred times more beautiful than her mother, than the beautiful sisters she saw in London to go to the hospital.

Several times, Arthur squeezes his eyes at the illusion of the light behind her head.

“Who are you?”

A blonde woman with a long white dress came down to her ankle, rolled her wavy head back and stroked Arthur's small black head buried to the ground.

Arthur, who was looking at her with round, cute eyes, smiled slightly as he smiled if his beautiful sister's hand was pleasant.

“There's a rhythm in your heart. ”

Arthur looks her in the eye, dumbfounded by what he meant. She smiles as she puts her hand on his chest.

“Can you feel it?”

Arthur feels a heartbeat rising from his hands, then nods, and she smiles brightly.

With one smile, Arthur reaches out to the white face without even knowing it, feeling as if the whole world is brightening. The woman leans back, just before Arthur's hand touches her face.

“The rhythm in your mind will now be heard in your ears. ”

And she was gone. From that day on, Arthur's ears began to hear all sorts of sounds. But not at the level of distress.

The sound in his ears was not noise, but regular sound with the same beat. For example, I heard the sound of a watch, the sound of a car light, and the sound of my mother's knife using vegetables from a cutting board.

Arthur was not bothered by the irregular cries of the weeping insects.

During his only high school days in the neighborhood, the teacher led him to the world of clockwork as he sat in the school cafeteria, looking at his wristwatch and hitting the table with the correct beat.

The world of the first academic encounter brought Arthur into a frenzy, and he was a genius in that field.

In the end, Arthur, who entered the prestigious Birmingham City with the principal's recommendation, spent six years studying to become a watchmaker. And a year after graduation, a good friend of mine studied with worked for a company that made aerial watches, or a brand that made luxury watches, but Arthur was different. Arthur's dream of creating his own brand and succeeding was to find investors everywhere.

However, there were no individuals, companies, who had just graduated from college to invest in him. Eventually, Arthur returned to Ambleside's country house, set up a workshop in his basement and handmade a watch.

Arthur, who spent more than 30 days and a second with an atomic clock, came to London with a finished watch.

I met investors. I met entrepreneurs. But the answer that came back was one rejection. The reason for this is because the design is not trendy and the technology is covered by a machine, so there are few Needs for the watch by hand.

The last thing Arthur thought of when he met more than twenty investors but failed to invest was putting his watch on Kay's wrist when he came to see the Battle of Arsenal.

He was a student, younger than himself, but already a world-class star. The moment his watch was filled with his wrist, the world thought it would recognize his worth. When I got there, Arthur ran out of the hotel room without hesitation, holding his watch in his arms like crazy.

By the time Arthur arrived at the Emirates Stadium, although there was a scorching wind in the middle of the winter, Arthur was caught in the eyes of many people moving forward, pushing them out of the stadium in droves.

Arsenal had a number of guards surrounding the case, as well as Shizuka Miyawaki and Kevin who were seen on the broadcast. Arthur hurriedly pushes people and tries to get close, yelling as his bodyguard stops him from moving forward.

“Kay!! Kay!!! Wait a minute!”

He shouted with a loud voice, but he didn't seem to reach out to the crowd surrounded by thousands. Again, Arthur raises his strength and cries out in a loud voice.

“Kay!! Here's a gift! Take it!”

A voice buried among the screaming women came out in front of Arthur, who had nothing to do but stare at the gun with his eager eyes.

A man who appears to be Asian looks up and down, holding out a black box blocked by a guard, and grabs hold of his chest.

“Huff! This is a gift for Kay! Let me go!”

You try not to be taken away by force, but Arthur, who was taken from you by a large man, sits on the floor.

“Give it back…… that's not allowed……. ”

A black man opens his teeth and smiles.

“I'm Lee Byung-jun, Kay's manager. Don't worry, we'll confirm the gift and deliver it to Kay. ”

Then Arthur, who realized that the man was inside the line made by the guards, stood up and shouted.

“Oh, thank you! I have my business card inside, so be sure to pass it on, I'll be in touch! ”

He was a fan and there were so many people who gave him a phone number that he disappeared, shaking the box as if he had known about the loss of ceremony.

After a few moments, the crowd scatters as the group in the limousine disappears. Arthur, looking at the direction of the car disappearing by himself, puts his hand in his coat pocket and bows his head.

“This might be my last chance... Please... ”

Arthur takes a step back as he looks at the road where the car disappeared without a hitch. Kevin, who was on his way to Ilysher's mansion by car, cries out with a car seat to see if the excitement hasn't subsided yet.

“Wooooo!! It was the best battle of my life! Isn't that right, Kay? ”

The gun smiles and replies.

“Yes! It was fun! Did Shizuka have fun too?”

Shizuka put her hands together and said,

“I didn't know football was this exciting today, so I'm going to take an interest in it. ”

Kevin smiles satisfactorily and looks at Shizuka.

“Okay, Shizuka. Kay and I are gonna go buy some soccer PPVs sometime, so why don't you join us? ”

“Yes! Okay, hehe. ”

Bottle Joon sat in the passenger seat, listening to the three people chattering, and lifted up the black box. After shaking the box for a moment, Bottle Joon opened the box to assess whether the contents were not dangerous.

“What is this crude watch? ”

Bottle Joon's eyes saw an old design watch with a gold trim in black leather wrapped in grease paper. On the side of the watch, there was a business card and a folded letter. Byeong-jun, who was looking around with his watch, frowned.

“Did your grandfather give you this watch? Come on, it's a watch from a '60s movie. ”

Byeong-jun, with his business card placed next to the watch, narrowed his eyes.

“The Lake…… Arthur Hodgson? Was there a brand called The Lake? ”

Byeong-jun put his business card in the box and picked up the letter. Byeong-jun who saw the letter for a moment spilled his vanity and put the folded letter back into the box.

“Oh my, you're trying to advertise for free, right? It didn't look like it, but he has a thief's symbol. ”

Bottle Joon, who was looking at the old design of the watch, placed the watch in a black box and threw the box on top of the glove box.

“My grandfather won't kick either. Well, this is design, too. ”

The black box that was thrown randomly on top of the glove box was shaking around the corner, but after drinking the beer, Bottle Joon fell asleep and didn't wake up until he arrived at Ilysher's mansion.

In front of the entrance of the mansion, about twenty prominent maids rush in a row, carrying their belongings and leading them into the mansion, the forgotten bottle junior leaves a black box in the car.

You see the black box left on the glove box while the rest of the group enters the mansion and makes sure the driver is not leaving any luggage in the car.

The knight who opened the box and saw the contents once again took the black box and parked and went into the mansion.

Ilysher Usmanov greets you in the reception hall of the mansion with a big smile spread out his arms.

“Hahaha! Good work today, everyone. Especially Kay. ”

The gun takes off its coat and smiles at the maid holding out her hand.

“Haha, thanks to Ilysher Usmanov. ”

Ilysher Usmanov claps his hands, pointing to the restaurant.

“We should celebrate on a happy day like today. Let's all go to the cafeteria! I've prepared a party.”

Kevin rises to his feet with his fists raised.

“Oh yeah!! Drink up on a day like this! ”

Byeong-jun, who was still blushing, ran to the restaurant first, and Kevin and Shizuka also looked excited.