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The midnight bell struck three times, just when mortals were sleeping soundly.

Sebastian once again fell into the nightmare that was like a curse and would not forgive him.

He always dreamed of a dark and deep forest, a deep darkness that was difficult to describe in words. In the depths of the forest where the pale moonlight could not render light, he seemed to be able to sense some terrifying creature flapping its wings excitedly, telling strange jokes in a hoarse and low voice... Whenever he woke up from this nightmare, the strange sound of crackling always echoed in his mind.

But tonight's nightmare was a little different. After Sebastian woke up from the dream, he felt the buzzing in his head was slight and clear, as if someone was whispering in his mind, guiding him to leave the hotel and walk along the hidden path behind the house towards the narrow stone platform protruding below the cliff.

The boy didn't know why such a bizarre idea suddenly emerged in his mind, but he couldn't help but follow the guidance of the whisper in his head, slowly got off the bed and put on his windbreaker.

He pushed the door open in a daze, walked around the back of the house, and just as he left the corner and left the shadow of the old house, a large area of ​​bright silver moonlight immediately splashed in.

The first thing that caught his eye was the huge, almost round moon disk. The round moon, which looked like a low-quality white moon or a rotten skeleton, was covered with deep pits. It is said that these were scars left by the moon goddess Artemis when she hunted monsters from outer space.

The moonlight hit his face without any cover, stinging the boy's sleepy eyes and squinting. The gray-white light spots swayed and floated in the shadows under his eyelids, stretching, extending and twisting... He suddenly felt that this light seemed very familiar.

Why does it feel that the moonlight tonight... is so similar to the arc moonlight in the deep woods that I just dreamed of?

With such doubts in mind, Sebastian opened his eyes again and walked in the direction indicated.

The sea breeze at night was particularly cold, and the moist water vapor seemed to help the cold temperature penetrate further into the body, allowing the cold breath to entangle the heart, lungs and bones.

Sebastian shivered unconsciously. He tightened his windbreaker and shrank his shoulders, as if this would reduce his contact area with the sea breeze and alleviate the erosion of the severe cold.

But the boy's consciousness was not awakened by the cold sea breeze. He only felt that the buzzing inside his skull became more and more obvious and clearer, and he also seemed to hear the sound of drums coming faintly from under the cliff.

The strangeness of this drumming sound was that it actually contained a certain rhythm, like the beating of a heart, as if it was telling some obscure words, and it was like an ancient and wild music, just like the strange buzzing echoing in Sebastian's mind at this moment.

The boy exhaled a long breath, then took a deep breath of the cold sea breeze, letting the salty, humid cold air fill his lungs, and shook his head vigorously, as if this could drive away this series of auditory and visual hallucinations from his head.

But he still couldn't stop his inner restlessness. He felt that the faint strange sound under the cliff seemed to condense into an invisible hand, bypassing the narrow cliff path, piercing his chest, and gently scratching his heart with sharp fingertips.

He felt extremely itchy and couldn't wait to find out what happened under the cliff. Who was playing this music with the sound of drums? !

The curiosity of this small town boy, which had been suppressed for a long time, was rekindled again. He was determined to know the source of this strange sound.

So he slowly stepped onto the dangerous cliff path, caressing the jagged cliff with one hand, and walked down carefully - this natural cliff path had been eroded by coastal wind and rain for a long time, and was as smooth as a wooden floor sprinkled with vegetable oil. If he was not careful, he might slip off the cliff, fall 800 feet in the air, and fall on the cold sea with a plop - if he was lucky enough, he would not hit the reef with a slap and fall into a pool of meat.

Sebastian was so focused on observing the terrain under his feet that he almost held his breath, and even his heartbeat seemed to stop - he couldn't tell for a moment whether he was too nervous or too cold.

But when the boy came to the end of the cliff path with great effort, he could reach the natural platform of the cliff in two steps. He turned the corner and saw that the stone platform was empty, with no people or objects!

"So the source of the strange sound is not this stone platform? Then why did the strange sound in my mind lead me here?!"

Sebastian listened to the drumming sound that was still playing faintly. He came to the edge of the stone platform and looked towards the source of the sound.

Then he saw four figures standing on the seashore under the cliff whose outlines and details were unclear for some reason - although he couldn't see their true appearance, he was sure that they were the four guests who stayed in the hotel today!

"Why don't they rest so late and come to the seashore?" Sebastian muttered to himself.

These four figures stood separately, and there were several body positions between them. From the boy's perspective, these four mysterious guests seemed to stand in vertical intersecting lines, like a crossroads, and the figure standing in the front facing the sea and the bright moon seemed a little slender. It should be Ms. Melanie - at dinner, he already knew the names of the four guests.

Then he saw that Ms. Melanie was holding a tiny round object in her hands, raising it high towards the bright moon rising above the sea, and seemed to be beating it gently at the same time - this was the source of the faint drum sound.

The sound of drumming sometimes continues and sometimes stops. Occasionally, the other three residents will step forward and tap gently. It seems that they want to send some message to the sea or the bright moon?

Sebastian looked down at the strange behaviors of these four guests, and the questions and curiosity in his heart became deeper and deeper.

But he did not ask foolishly at this moment. Instead, he huddled on the edge of the stone platform and peered at the situation at the seaside. At the same time, he raised his ears and listened carefully, trying to find a certain pattern in the faint rhythm of the drumming. .

However, the strange rhythmic drum sound continued to fill my ears with the sea breeze.

Sebastian suddenly felt that his cochlea seemed to be beating to the beat of the drum, his heart was also beating to the beat, and a certain organ in the center of his brain was also beating slightly.

The thing in his head was beating faster and faster, more and more powerfully, it was like dancing an exciting dance inside the boy's skull!

The dance movements were so violent that it seemed that the next second might jump out of his skull, jump out of his eye sockets, jump off the stone platform, fall to the beach by the sea, and fall into the four cross-shaped Among the guests, perform a symphony of drums and music with them!

It feels so uncomfortable, so painful. What kind of drum sound is this? Who are these guests?

The young man covered his head in pain. He felt that his skull was about to burst open and his brain was about to be torn apart by the pulsing. Some dark and wild rotten thing seemed to draw vitality from this pulsing and was about to break free from prison. Break out of the shackles of the cage!