No longer paying attention to Six's reaction, Mono walked to the edge, grabbed the pipe, and slid down.
"Hurry down..." he waved and called out softly.
Little Six followed suit and slid down, and Mono caught her.
The light swept back again, and the two hid behind the pipe once more.
Standing in the hall, the scene around them became even clearer.
That solitary Little person standing in the center of the hall had his hand raised, blocking his eyes, one foot forward, with a look of terror on his face.
Someone who didn't know better might think it was just a lifelike sculpture.
As the light source turned away again, Mono peeked out slightly.
The device hanging on the high wall that could emit the light that "petrified" people was a giant eye.
Clearly, this was their handiwork.
Without much hesitation, seeing the light turn away again, Mono quickly pulled Six along the wall, walking forward slowly through the blind spots where the light couldn't reach.
No accidents occurred along the way.
The light didn't suddenly pivot, nor were they discovered.
They successfully walked out of the hall; everything around them became dim again, and things became indistinct once more.
But Mono breathed a sigh of relief.
Sometimes, brightness truly doesn't represent safety.
On the contrary, the relaxation caused by an illusion might make one lose their vigilance, and when danger arrives, there wouldn't be time to react.
He felt less uneasy about the environment surrounded by darkness. Continuing along the corridor paved with cold sheet metal, after a long time, a huge pit appeared before the two of them.
The pit blocked their path; to get across, they either had to fly, or jump down, walk to the other side, and climb up.
Mono instinctively chose the second option.
Because when there are no accidents, it is very necessary to conserve enough energy.
There was some stagnant water in the pit, emitting a fishy stench, like seawater that had fermented in a jar for ten years; it did not smell good.
Mono turned to look at Six beside him.
He suddenly thought of something.
"Little Six, do you still have those nice-smelling White Cloths?"
The White Cloth Little Six used to cover his nose last time was quite fragrant. If he could cover up a bit, it might feel much better.
A flash of confusion crossed Little Six's calm face.
Nice-smelling... White Cloth?
She was suddenly stunned, and then, facing the inquiry of the person beside her, she became somewhat hesitant and incoherent, saying:
"mono... only... only one..."
Her voice was barely audible. Fortunately, the surroundings were quiet and Mono had excellent hearing; otherwise, he really wouldn't have been able to hear her.
"Only one?"
Mono looked a bit disappointed. He had accidentally lost the previous cloth during the battle, and now he wondered if he would have to endure this stench for the rest of the way.
He wasn't ready to give up and was also a bit curious, so he continued, "Six, is that a special perfume on the White Cloth?"
If he knew the recipe, he might be able to make it himself.
Hearing this, Six couldn't help but lower her small head. Her hair slid down, masking her expression, and then she slowly... shook her head.
"Then what is it? It smells really fragrant," Mono sighed with a hint of approval. "Mmm... the scent is truly special. I really like it... can you tell me?"
As he finished speaking, Mono suddenly felt the small hand he was holding tighten.
"Hmm?" Mono was startled and couldn't help but turn his head. "Hey, are you okay..."...Asking for flowers...
He just asked a question, didn't he? Why was this girl so silent? And why was she gripping his hand so hard? Didn't she know it would hurt?
"It's... it's nothing..." Six's calm voice came, still barely audible.
However, Mono, who was familiar with her, instantly heard the slight panic hidden in her tone.
Was this girl nervous?
Why?
Out of the blue...
No, everything was fine before he asked, but...
Could that White Cloth have some special significance?
Suspicious... After a long silence...
Mono suddenly thought of something...
"Alright," he shook his head, "if you don't want to say, then forget it. Let's go..."
Mono didn't intend to get to the bottom of it.
After all, Six had been through a lot. If his words made her recall past events and made her sad, it wouldn't be worth it.
That White Cloth must be something she cares about deeply...
Perhaps it was left to her by her mother? Or another family member?
Mono felt this was very likely; otherwise, why would Six be so nervous?
As he spoke, the cold little hand he was holding finally relaxed slowly once more.
Beneath the hair where Mono couldn't see... a calm little face had already turned completely red...
mono... so he really likes... the smell of... the White Cloth?
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