Five days. There were no traces or progress in five whole days. The frustrated musicians had flipped through the entire palace, pushing aside and smashing the statues and looking through all the coffins but they found nothing.
They did not find the King of Yellow, but they did find a dozen yellow cloths wrapped around corpses. It was enough for everyone to use for blankets at night. Some musicians were still investigating closely but many impatient ones had gone home already. Others had just started fighting the palace, practically beating each other's brains out. However, there was no progress.
The King of Yellow was still missing. His disappearance was strange and unnatural, dumbfounding everyone.
As the days passed, autumn was coming to an end and winter was coming. With the wind, Auschwitz's temperature dropped lower and lower. Many people changed into their winter clothes.