As soon as I stretched my legs out into the hallway, I got a fluffy breeze and took a whopping breath of cool.
My consciousness, which apparently made me tolerant only a few moments after Mr. Rex's measurement, was such that even if I tried to slip the same hallway with Mr. Zombie, I would no longer be extremely freaked out.
Scary is scary, but it's rather okay because the other guy will normally go through this one.
My footsteps, which have no particular purpose, are just a little lost, but I thought I'd explore the castle anyway, and it was solid there.
But it's hard to get lost, so I thought I'd go with a method of warfare that would poke a poke at you.
That way, after a short walk, the hallway in front of the venue ends, unexpectedly exiting at the crossroads.
—— Though I tried to come in the opposite direction that Mr. Osteir brought me... just the crossroads, which way should we go?
Between the expansive hallways, sofas and furniture lie between them stretching in all directions.
The softness of the carpet arrived fuzzy on the back of my leg, which I proceeded to think about sitting down for a moment.
Turn forward in a bent position to sit on the couch as it is, that one? so it solidified.
—— White cat foot dresser......?
Moving his hardened body, he traces his memory by remembering Dejav on that piece of furniture placed in front of him as he lowers his back.
--Ahhh! Yes, it was decorated in the dressed room! It's the same one!
The painting reminds me of red flowers on the right, yellow flowers on the left… and I think this one is decorated the other way…
When I asked around and checked the atmosphere no one had seen, the prank broke my heart and I softly rose up and moved the vase.
—— Okay, okay, now it's with that painting.
Soaking in satisfaction, I went back to the couch and re-seated as if nothing had happened.
Then, all of a sudden, he was slapped on the shoulder of a ton and a bump.
Hmm? I thought I'd turn around and there's a little doll there.
'Sorry about the rest of the day. If you can spare some time, why don't you take me upstairs, “between the clocks”?
--... Wow, here I come, talking doll Pt. 2.
But now I don't have to feel so scared because of the familiarity and politeness. The beautiful woman, with blonde pale eyes and a total length of forty centimeters, wore a cute hat and a leech dress and looked down.
—— Uh... I see you've cut your shoelace.
Come on. It's hard to walk.
Before that, long-distance travel would be difficult due to compass problems.
I felt sorry for myself. I had no plans, so I decided to take it on with pleasure.
"Fine. How do I take it?
The doll thanked me and asked me to face the front as I would give directions, I said politely. Additionally, the hallway to “between clocks” is dim, which means he was instructed to have one lamp hanging right on the side.
I have trouble knowing my way home, so I tried to make it as memorable as possible by swinging the story around as I was told, especially near the corner, with the figurines placed and the decorated paintings.
'It's that room,' the doll whispered in her arms as she went up the stairs and the wide hallway grew thinner and dimmer.
Are you sure this is a good place? And when I ask the question, I plan on enjoying the annual encounter with my dear one from now on ♪ is returned in a lit manner. I was wondering if that's why we were meeting in this unpopular (one-sided) dark.
--Oh, my goodness. Is haunting something you fall in love with too?
Stunned me approx, the doll took off his shoes and ran out when he got to the room.
On a beautiful window chair with city festival lights.
I just felt the sign of the doll's lover-like person, and I had no guts or anything to confirm that, so I immediately left the room behind hiding behind the door.
At that time, when I saw a large clock picture from the gap in the door and was a little disappointed that it was between the clocks but it didn't sound like a clock or something, I decided to change my mind that it was “between the clocks” because it was decorated with a large clock picture.
The painted ancient clock needle is at exactly nine o'clock, and while I remember the nursery rhymes of the previous world, I thought I couldn't use a whale clock... etc., my heart must be bent.
As I went down the laughing hallway with a nigga like that, I thought maybe it was real with the place of the painting just now.
The free man (I) from then on moved fast.
It would be reckless to move the wide mansion into the dark clouds, so we catch Mr. Ghost drifting with courage.
I'd like to see an ancient clock, which way should I go? and.
The whispering adventure would be over if they told me there was nothing like it, but luckily, 'It's that way ~' he told me in a pretty voice. However, because of their simple structure, the directions are simple, and they only teach us along the way. With a fifth voice, we finally reach our destination.
The clock, which looks more or less the same as the picture between the clocks, is bigger than I thought, and the watch board is in a position that I can't reach. The pendulum wasn't shaking, and the needle isn't going to make it, so moving it wouldn't piss me off. It's a hallway with no crowds, and when I conveniently pulled the stepping stone that was next door, I rode to the top and did the needle at nine o'clock.
All right, that's mission complete. And when I get off the platform, there's a gucky, heavy noise and the parts fall off the pendulum.
For a moment, si (sigh;), but in the atmosphere that the ancient clock was fixed rather than broken, the pendulum proceeded with the shaking needle. If you look at it, the fallen part is the metal gear, is it something different in size? That's what it feels like. I didn't think of exactly what the part was, so I had no choice, so I go back down the hall.
For once, the gear stays in the palm of my hand with the expectation that someone who wanted to go through will tell me.
I could see the staircase stretched up at the end of the hallway where I began to return, and I went up to look down the castle to commemorate it from a rooftop-like place anyway. Standing in front of the door like that, if it moves, it's your word, and pulling the handle glitchy, the door opens lightly without looking locked. And there was just a little bit of hot wind, and it seemed that it was one of the rooftops, narrow, from which a western-style shrine could be seen.
There was no basis at that time, but what flickered was the metal in my hand.
It's a big gear fit.
Suddenly I felt motivated. When I just took it off, I went for the tower at a glance.