When the sed hand struck the hour, the tune of a nursery rhyme echoed down the corridor.

  Qin Nuo gnervously to both sides. Although the arm clock's ring was much quieter than a gunshot, he wasn't sure if it would attract the White Shadow from st night.

  Tap, tap...

  A few crisp sounds emerged in the darkness. The firelight could only illuminate a limited space, and Qin Nuo wasn't sure what it was, but he had already picked up the arm clock, ready to dash bato the room at any moment.

  A chill crept down from above.

  Qin Nuo looked up abruptly and saw a head peeking down from the doorframe.

  A grayish head, with pitch-bck eyes, revealed a horrifying grin: "Hee hee, little brother, I'm here!"

  Qin Nuo tightened his grip on the Grave Ghost Stone in his hand, ready to hurl it, but upon seeing it was the child, he breathed a sigh of relief.

  "'t you just walk over normally? I almost had a heart attack," Qin Nuo said, clutg his chest.

  "I wao give you a surprise!" the child grinned.

  "Repce 'surprise' with 'scare'," Qin Nuo replied, closing the door and handing the arm clock back to the child, holding an oil mp in one hand and slipping the other into his pocket.

  The child hugged the arm clod flipped onto Qin Nuo's shoulders.

  It wasn't heavy, but it was very cold.

  Qin Nuo was a bit speechless: " you not sit on my shoulders?"

  "Brother hasn't ridden a horse, so little brother has to listen to big briddy up!" The child swung his body eically.

  Qin Nuo shook his head helplessly a him be.

  In the deathly silent asylum, a young man in a white coat, carrying an oil mp, with a gray little ghost sitting on his shoulder, walked through the long corridor filled with horror and danger.

  "Little brother, where are we going?" the child looked around, blinking eagerly.

  "The hospital hides maing and fun things, and we o find them."

  As Qin Nuo spoke, he returo the pce where he heard the singing st night, pushed open the window, and the bleak night wind blew in.

  "The singing I heard yesterday came from outside. Could there be patients outside the asylum?"

  Qin Nuo murmured to himself.

  The main door on the first floor was locked. He had oried to secretly break the iron lock to see the world outside the hospital.

  But it seemed as if some forbidden power y; even using all his Ghost Power, the iron lock couldn't be broken.

  During the day, thick fog would envelop the windows, pletely blog the view, making it impossible to eveermine if the asylum had a backyard arden.

  Clearly, the asylum was pletely sealed off, and the instance's range was fio the hospital.

  "If it's sealed, how did the singing e from outside?"

  Qin Nuo wondered, looking up, and suddenly noticed an open-air baly on the upper floor, and he immediately uood.

  Retrag his body, Qin Nuo rushed upstairs. After wandering around the corridor on the fourth floor, he quickly found an alcove leading to the open-air baly outside.

  Opening the door, Qin Nuo stepped outside. The baly wasn't rge, with tiles painted with various things, g any logic, as if mischievous patients had paihem casually.

  The baly was empty and very quiet.

  "The singer isn't here, do they appear irregurly? I 't just squat here all night, I?" Qin Nuo thought.

  "Little brother, it's unfortable outside, let's go back," the child suddenly said.

  Qin Nuo thought for a moment and had to nod.

  Uo find the singer, he could only focus on searg for puzzle pieces for now and e back ter when he had time to try his luck.

  As Qin Nuo turo leave, his vision gradually brightened.

  Looking up, he saw that iarless night sky, dark clouds slowly drifted by, revealing a crest moon. The eerie blue moonlight poured down.

  "So the Horror World does have a moon," Qin Nuo murmured.

  Having stayed ich-bck asylum for so long, Qin Nuo had thought that even though the Horror World had day and night, there was no such thing as a sun or moon.

  "La~ ... ~ ..."

  Just as Qin Nuo was about to push the door open, a familiar song suddenly echoed in his ears.

  The singing came from behind, carrying ahereal quality.

  Qin Nuo turned his head and saw that, at some point, a barefoot girl had appeared on the railing.

  The girl looked about eleven or twelve years old, wearing a white shirt and shorts, looking very fair. Her small feet danced on the palm-wide railing, lost in her own world, perf ballet.

  Qin Nuo raised an eyebrow: "When did this girl show up?"

  Though he asked, he felt a sense of excitement.

  He had found the source of the singing!

  Qin Nuo walked over, smiling kindly: "Little sister, why are you here alone? Where are your parents?"

  After speaking, Qin Nuo felt something was off. Did he sound like a kidnapper?

  The girl didn't respond, or perhaps she didn't hear him, tinuing to hum the tune of the Bck Swan, rising ooes to spin, like a light elf dang joyfully uhe dreamy moonlight.

  "Do you want to chat her up? I help you," the child said.

  Qin Nuo didn't reply, looking at the girl's fair face, p something.

  The child tinued, "Your flirting skills are too low; I have experience, let me teach you!"

  Qin Nuo g him, " you just keep quiet for a moment?"

  At that moment, the girl's dance suddenly stopped, her eyes dimmed, and her expression turned sad, as if she couldn't remember the part of the song or dance.

  Qin Nuo seized the opportunity to speak again: "Little sister, do you need any help?"

  The girl's gaze finally nded on Qin Nuo, her eyes lighting up: "I lost something. you help me find it?"

  "What did you lose?"

  "A music box. I fot who gave it to me, but its song helps me remember how to dahe rest of the ballet," the girl said softly, her eyes clear like a pure spring, devoid of any impurity.

  "Do you remember where you lost it?" Qin Nuo asked. A music box is usually palm-sized, and the asylum is se, it wouldn't be easy to find.

  "In a room, it was lost inside, but I'm too scared to go in and look."

  "There's a very fierce old dy in there!" the girl shrank her head, speaking fearfully.

  "Do you remember the room? Take me to see it, and I'll try to help you get it back," Qin Nuo offered, like a warm-hearted big brother.

  Iy, he khere must be a reason the clue poio the little girl.

  The little girl must be hiding some secret, and the way to get someoo open up and reveal their secrets is to build a retionship and gairust.

  The hospital's patients were generally easy to talk to, and for those who weren't, Qin Nuo could make them easy to talk to.

  Retrieving a music box shouldn't be too difficult.

  "Really? Thank you so much, you're such a good person!" The girl's eyes showed gratitude as she held Qin Nuo's hand, very thankful.

  Her small hand's skin was delicate and very cold.

  The child tilted his head and said, "Kids these days are so naive, falling for it so easily."

  Qin Nuo ighe child's ent and smiled, asking, "What's your name?"

  The girl opened her mouth, about to answer, but the name seemed stu her throat. She fell into thought, then furrowed her brows in distress.

  After a long moment, she shook her head and said, "I don't seem to have a name."

  JOSOLUNA