"What kind of music is this, weird?"
Jenkins couldn't bear the weird atmosphere between the two, and asked in a low voice.
"Not in any genre, in fact, what the record player is playing now is B-category [extraordinary]."
"Oh? That black record?"
He turned his head to look at the elegant copper record player in the corner. The classic water lotus horn is generous and graceful, and the clockwork rotates with the record.
But in another perspective, the record itself does not have a constant aura, and the golden aura appears at the contact between the stylus and the disc.
"You should know."
She explained softly:
"ABC items are not limited to substances that actually exist, but may also be living things, information, or even a specific sentence. B-10-5-7722, [Appropriate music for the appropriate occasion]. It is a piece of music that can be recorded The melody, but it will be different every time it is played, but it will cater to the playing scene."
"Who does it belong to now?"
Jenkins was very vigilant, where did a group of noble boys and girls get such a thing
"Belongs to the owner of this party, some thrill-loving baron. Don't worry, B-10-5-7722 can be copied by recording, and this kind of thing is not hard to find... especially if you have enough gold pounds in your pocket when."
The girl's voice was very soft, and as she turned, the red hair swept across the tip of Jenkins' nose, and a strange aroma was perceived by the brain through the sense of smell.
His movements froze immediately.
"What’s wrong with you?"
"It's okay. By the way, does this [Transcendence] only have this function? It feels... very different from what I know."
"of course not."
Miss Hesha chuckled.
"Everyone who has heard its melody will more or less absorb certain emotions. But this will only make people feel a little numb for a few days, and in fact it will not cause any lasting damage. Of course, only for It is effective for ordinary people, and the spirit of the bestower is strong enough to resist its absorption."
"It feels like a weird thing, too."
"Yeah, Jenkins, how many ABC items do you know? In my opinion, they can all be called weird objects, the difference is only in the degree of weirdness."
Jenkins was stunned for a moment, and could only move passively under the guidance of the girl.
What she just said seems to make sense...
"Also, why do you want to call me by my name directly? It feels a bit awkward."
he asked in a low voice again.
The girl laughed, but didn't answer the question directly.
The party was going on in an orderly manner. When the last guest—a brown-haired young man in a double-breasted trench coat with his female companion—arrived, the servants closed the door from outside the hall, leaving only the gentlemen and ladies who attended the party wearing masks. it's here.
"Good evening! Gentlemen! Ladies!"
At the carved wooden railing on the second floor, an older man in a dazzling white suit clapped his hands and shouted to everyone.
The eerie background music immediately became exciting, as if describing a crazy rainy night.
"He is the host of the party, and I don't remember his name."
The girl and Jenkins stopped and joined the others in front of the giant oil painting at the front of the hall, with the man standing above them.
It seems that Miss Hesha was only invited through the channel of friends, and the host of the party may not know who is attending the party this time.
"Everyone can't wait, it's okay, it's okay. But what happened here is everyone's little secret, and you should always be cautious. I spent a lot of gold pounds to finally learn this little 'trick' The next step is to witness the miracle!"
The crowd immediately cheered wildly, and the sound of the record transitioned to the low and slow piano sound.
Jenkins is worried that a woman in a gown will do the magic trick for him next.
Fortunately, there was no such thing. Behind the baron, a few young men in white shirts and black tuxedos put an iron cage for chickens, a stone basin, an iron frame, and several sharp scalpels in turn. in front of men.
The audience downstairs happened to be able to see all the action.
The music has returned to the weirdness when it first came, even with a little madness.
The baron took off his white gloves, put them on a chair beside him, and then roughly grabbed a rooster out of the cage, and gracefully twisted a clean scalpel with his other hand.
The well-dressed and well-dressed young people held their breath, and the scream of the rooster even suppressed the music of the record player.
"There's something wrong with the atmosphere."
Jenkins asked in a low voice, but neither the stone basin, the rooster, the baron nor the knife showed any color.
"Let's see."
The girl responded.
The baron showed the rooster and the scalpel to everyone downstairs, and then asked the young man in the tuxedo behind him to hold up the stone basin, press the rooster's neck against the edge of the stone basin, raise the scalpel high, and then slash it down violently.
"Cluck~cluck~"
The scarlet blood spurted from the artery spattered the baron's face, but he just raised his sleeve to wipe it, and then he opened his arms, proudly gesturing to the audience downstairs.
Cheers exploded in the hall like steam bombs the moment the poor rooster was executed.
This kind of scene is not much different from a cult ceremony, but it seems that there are really no supernatural elements in the design.
Throwing the executed rooster into the stone basin, the blood overflowed from the wound and slowly filled the shallow stone basin.
The Baron took a gold coin from his pocket, a pound denomination, and threw it into the blood.
After a while, he fished out the gold coin from the chicken blood with his bare hands, smiled confidently at everyone downstairs, and tossed the coin down with a flick of his thumb.
The people downstairs dodged to the surroundings, but they didn't hear the sound of the coins falling to the ground.
Looking up, the gold coin that was still bleeding was quietly suspended in the air.
The croon of the record player exploded, and so did the crowd, and it was a successful show.
"What is the principle?"
Jenkins asked puzzledly, the coin was originally an ordinary thing, but after it was taken out of the blood, it began to emit a very faint golden light.
"have no idea."
The girl shook her head lightly, "It's probably a strange ritual learned from some ancient book. Levitating coins is not a difficult task. I brought you here today just to let you see, these crazy people who are obsessed with the extraordinary and mysterious , will do something. Do you know now? Even ordinary people will become so crazy in order to see the extraordinary, let alone us who give gifts... "