AnalogHorror: Rule Kaidan 4016-Chapter 1409 - 669: Soul of the Music Box, Anchor of Time Exile

Chapter 1409: Chapter 669: Soul of the Music Box, Anchor of Time Exile
A warm-colored decor, entirely different from the atmosphere, appeared around him. What caught his eye was a delicate and small bed with a fluffy white bedspread embroidered with cute little bunnies or bears.
The bedroom was filled with cute decorations, and the walls were painted in soft pink and sky blue.
This was obviously the little girl’s bedroom.
They had finally returned here once more.
And right in front of them stood an oversized stuffed white bear.
The giant paw appearing in the layers was the paw of the stuffed bear.
Before Lin Yi finished speaking, Kuai Hongji’s voice followed: "Don’t you know Old Lin? Old Lin is soft-hearted and won’t give in to force. If you want to contaminate Old Lin, those negative things are less effective than fabricating erotic scenes of the Boss, Li Huiyuan, or the homeroom teacher."
"Kuai Kuai is right—weren’t you quick to come over?" Lin Yi looked at Kuai Hongji, who had suddenly appeared here, his mouth agape in surprise.
"Time is different," Kuai Hongji said. "The ’speed’ you perceive might be only a second or two here, but from when you guys went ahead first to when I appeared here, a few hours probably passed."
Listening to Kuai Hongji, Lin Yi, for the first time, felt the difference in time flow being turned into something tangible.
Kuai Hongji continued, placing the old oil lamp in his hand at the bedroom door.
Mao Feiyang said, "It’s strange, last time I was here, I wasn’t attacked by the bear doll, but this time I got hit by a big move right away... Are you two unlucky, bringing misfortune to me?"
Kuai Hongji glanced at him coldly. "Do you have no clue who among us is most likely to be attacked by that bear?"
"I wasn’t attacked last time!" Mao Feiyang said, his neck flushed.
"It was surely because of Old Lin last time," Kuai Hongji said. "It’s no surprise who gets attacked, except for Old Lin."
"Control this absolute factor, and you’ll see who the problem is at a glance."
"Hey, hey, hey... you!" Mao Feiyang was still defiant but silently closed his mouth, thinking of something.
"What do you mean by ’except for me’?" Lin Yi asked, puzzled.
Mao Feiyang smirked, "It means you get along well with the law, their toys won’t mess with you, unlike me... I’m cheap!"
"Alright, alright, don’t tell the truth, or I’ll laugh," Kuai Hongji sneered.
Suddenly, his gaze landed on a clickable photo frame on the desk, and the sneer gradually faded from his face.
He slowly walked over and reached out to touch it.
"Careful," Lin Yi reminded, "that photo frame... it’s a bit eerie."
Kuai Hongji paused slightly, then smiled, "No worries."
He picked up the photo frame and showed it to Lin Yi. "The things in here are actually what we just saw in that layer."
"That layer is like an iceberg, with its part underwater at various layer depths, and the tiny bit above water is in this photo frame."
Lin Yi then asked, "Oh right, now that you mention it... where’s that layer? Did you put it away?"
He glanced at the photo frame, only to find that the black forest cartoon originally inside had somehow disappeared.
In its place was an extremely blurry film from an unknown era.
That piece of film seemed unremarkable, like a yellowed piece of scrap paper that had lost its bearing capacity.
Kuai Hongji raised his hand, with secret marks intertwining in his palm, forming a square music box.
"This?" Lin Yi looked at the music box in disbelief, as if realizing something, his gaze sweeping across the bedroom before finally locking on the music box on the desk.
"What’s going on here?!"
"Hey, wait... something seems amiss..."
Just as he finished speaking, Lin Yi seemed to notice some clues.
The music box on the desk remained the same, but the one in Kuai Hongji’s hand now bore a kind of illusory feel, almost like a soul body.
"Why does it look transparent?"
Kuai Hongji said, "This is the music box’s ’soul’."
"Even objects have souls?" Lin Yi expressed surprise.
Kuai Hongji said, "It’s just a figure of speech. So-called extraordinary creations are made entirely from extraordinary materials, and through secret marks, Amon has given the music box a certain degree of self-operation capability, which is the ’soul.’"
"To put it more simply, like a ’program.’"
"Oh, oh, oh, oh..." Lin Yi suddenly understood, "An embedded program with the support of supernatural traits, making their performance akin to the divine sword sword element or divine weapon soul mentioned in novels?" Lin Yi asked.
Kuai Hongji replied, "Right, easy to understand, isn’t it?"
"So... you’re going to merge this music box’s soul into ’Ammon’s music box’ now?" Lin Yi asked.
Kuai Hongji nodded, "Yes, this music box likely contains coordinates left by Amon. Through this, we can unlock the seal of the law and set her free."
Lin Yi squinted his eyes and said solemnly, "Don’t forget, my future self told us to take a look and run."
"Yes, at this point, we have to be cautious about everything," Kuai Hongji replied. Time exile is not to be taken lightly, and chances are the "Angel" has already collided with the "Contractor" in the depths of the time dimension. Any residual breath, once permeated through the logic of "time exile," would have unimaginable consequences.