Putting away the phone, Garen picked up the fragments and stuffed them into his pocket. Not far away was a red building that seemed to be a research building, and there were hardly any people around.
He strolled across the lawn. The building looked like three rectangular building blocks connected together. Garen walked in from the left side. It was a corridor with a strong classical atmosphere.
On the side is a round arched stone window, the sun shines through the leaves into the corridor, and several students sit directly on the window sill to read or recite something.
Garen walked slowly along the corridor, the sun flashed across his body, it was cold and hot for a while.
"I don't know how long this life can last."
He walked to a round arched window and sat down. The window was more than two meters high and looked gray from the inside. The light illuminated the window sill bright yellow.
He checked the time, it was past ten o'clock in the morning,
Life returned to calm again.
The bald-headed side, the Fighting Club side, blood clans and witches, all were left behind by him.
Garen just straightened one leg and bent the other, just sitting on the window sill, basking in the sun. The warm sunlight shone on him, making him feel so comfortable that he wanted to sleep.
"How long has it been since I slept so comfortably?" A girl behind her spoke with a strong Victorian accent.
"Then why don't you sleep a little longer?" Another girl said with a smile.
"No way, I don't have enough time. If I have time, I can sleep from night to the next night!"
The two laughed and left the corridor.
Garen didn't turn to look, but just sat on the windowsill and listened.
"How long has it been since I got a good night's sleep?" he asked himself.
He has been practicing Killing Hand since he was a child. This magic skill, one of the forty-two demon kings, has brought him mysterious power, but it has also prevented him from getting a good night's sleep for so many years. Even in the previous Totem World, he often rested and slept, but now he can't.
Sitting on the window sill for two hours, Garen didn't come back to his senses until the sound of people coming out of the building woke him up.
A beeping text message came, and he took out his phone to look at it.
It's Messi.
"Are you going to have lunch? We plan to socialize with the beauty dormitory and drive out for an outing. How about going?"
"You guys go, I want to go back to the dormitory and have a rest." Garen replied directly after thinking for a while.
It has been a while since he stepped into the third level of Killing Hand, but now it seems that the third level has not moved, and there is no sign of promotion.
"rest?"
"Well, I'm a little sleepy."
"Okay, then let's go out first."
"have fun."
Garen put down his phone and looked into the distance. The teapot-shaped red building separated by a lawn had a sparse flow of students passing by, most of them were going to the cafeteria or going outside the campus.
Life is peaceful, there is no extraordinary power, only a completely ordinary environment, and he enjoys this kind of tranquility very much.
I bought a sandwich and a box of juice in the cafeteria, and finished my lunch casually. Gallon took the car back to the dormitory. On weekends, there were almost no people in the dormitory. It was empty, with only a few people.
On the stool by the door, sat a boy in a white T-shirt and jeans, holding a guitar with one leg up, playing it quietly.
His voice was clear and moving, and his expression was very focused. After listening to it for a while, Garen and a few others felt completely at peace.
Suddenly feeling nothing to do, Garen lazily went upstairs, and heard the sound of frying eggs from the public kitchen, and a faint scent wafted from it.
He took out the key and opened the door, walked in, there was no one in the dormitory, closed the door, found the violin case in his bedroom, and walked to the balcony with it.
Taking out the brown-red violin from the violin case, he lightly put rosin on the ponytail of the bow, adjusted it tightly, and then put the body of the violin on his shoulder.
Zi.
There was a crisp short piano sound.
He began to concentrate on tuning the strings one by one, and then tightened the strings one by one. When the violin is not being played, the strings need to be loosened, and the strings are re-tightened when the violin needs to be played.
"What are you playing?" He recalled the tunes he knew. Suddenly he became interested, and immediately swiped lightly.
Suddenly, a song "Sliding in the Rain" gently flowed out of the piano body.
The voice is long and clear, without any fuzzy or dragging sound, as if the clear spring in the mountains is flowing out slowly, continuously and without stopping.
when!
In an instant, a piano sound suddenly came from a dormitory not far away, as if to cater to it, gently echoing the rhythm of the violin.
Garen's eyes were slightly closed, the piano on his shoulders seemed to be moaning, the bow was sliding, and a trace of unconscious power was released naturally.
His piano sound gradually became a little strange, the piano over there seemed to be a little affected, the voice unconsciously lost its own spirituality, and became purely played to echo him.
Garen woke up suddenly, and the bow stopped abruptly.
He erected his bow and followed the sunlight to look at the reflection above.
This is the sound of magic
Death Sonata.
Dang bang bang bang! ! !
The sound of the piano not far away paused abruptly, and then completely fell silent.
Soon there were bursts of exclamations, and then the sound of the school doctor's ambulance approaching from a distance.
Garen walked to the window and watched a young girl with long hair and a shawl brought in by the white ambulance below.
The light shone on his face, reflecting intervals of light and dark.
It was because of this that he played the violin less and less. These hands seemed to have some kind of terrifying magic power, and the sound they drew would also bring those who were immersed into the abyss of pain.
Garen lifted the violin and put it in front of his eyes. For a moment, he seemed to see a blood-red eye in the middle of the violin.
It was a vertical eye, white and bloodshot.
those are his eyes
"Is this violin also infected by me?" Garen stroked the violin helplessly.
This piano is a precious gift from his mother in this world, and it is very valuable. It is said that the master Varna once played it.
And now, this piano seems to be contaminated with the aura of his magic power.
"Forty-two Demon Kings are really difficult to grasp." He murmured and put the piano away again.
Just lying on the deck chair on the balcony, basking in the golden sun, warm.
Under the sun, he was so comfortable that he almost fell asleep.
The wind was blowing on his face, and it was very warm. When Garen opened his eyes, he found that he had been sleeping on the recliner for a long time without knowing it.
He stood up, walked to the bathroom mirror on the balcony, lowered his head and turned on the faucet, picked up the water and wiped his face.
The water is also very warm, not refreshing at all.
He looked up at his glasses.
"Hey bro, you said you were going to take me out to play."
A pleasant voice sounded from the living room of the dormitory.
"Where's Dad? Mom's not here, you promised to take me out to play?"
It was a little girl's voice, which sounded very familiar, but Garen couldn't remember who it was.
He wanted to turn his head, but found that this extremely simple movement was completely impossible to do at this time, his neck was as stiff as a cramp and he couldn't move.
He could only look into the living room from the corner of his eye, there seemed to be a black shadow over there, and the black shadow was constantly approaching and approaching him.
"Brother, you promised me to take me out to play."
"My father is not here, and neither is my mother. Brother, you promised to take me out to play."
The little girl's voice came from the shadow.
Garen felt that the black shadow was approaching him, slowly getting closer. An indescribable sense of fear welled up in his heart.
He could feel the black shadow approaching his side, but he couldn't turn his head, he could only look at it from the corner of his eye.
He felt the black shadow standing behind him, and the little girl's voice was behind him, very close, but the skin there was goosebumps, as if something cold was slowly crawling up.
"Brother, you promised to take me out to play."
Garen didn't know why he was afraid, he could feel that something seemed to be getting closer and closer to him. He didn't know what it was.
"Garon. Gallon"
It was as if a voice was calling his name.
"Garon. Wake up, Garen!"
Yes, someone was calling his name.
"Brother said he wanted to take me out to play." The black shadow surrounded and danced around him, and he could feel that it was beside him, very close.
"Garon! Wake up."
Garen opened his eyes suddenly, and he saw a large white face with a red bean on his nose, brown eyebrows, and short brown hair.
"Messi."
Only then did he realize that he had fallen asleep on the recliner, lying on his back alone with his head tilted to one side.
"Am I asleep?"
"Of course." Messi wore a formal black suit. "I came back from the party at night, and you fell asleep on the balcony on a rare occasion."
"Really?" Garen straightened up and wiped his face with both hands.
Just that dream.
"What's wrong with you? Have a nightmare? Do you want to find a girl to comfort you?" Messi blinked at him.
"Fuck you, I'm fine." Garen cursed with a smile, but his face felt a little numb, and he didn't know why.
"Take care of yourself. To be honest, your face is ugly." Messi said with a frown.
"You look ugly?" Garen was taken aback, he stood up, walked to the mirror, and looked at his own image inside.
A face that was almost bloodless suddenly came into his vision.
"Take a good rest and relax. I'm going to take a shower." Messi shook his head, feeling that something was wrong with Garen today. But everyone has their own space and privacy, so it's not easy for him to ask too many questions.
"I'm fine." Garen lifted up the secret weapon, controlled his blood and circulated it a few times, and the blood on his face returned to normal.
Listen to the footsteps of Messi walking away.
He turned on the water and wiped his face, and immediately felt much more awake, the water was icy cold, rushing down.
He found a towel and washed his face, went to the window and looked down, there were a few couples sitting sparsely on the lawn and under the street lamps.
A white convertible sports car was slowly parked in front of the dormitory building. A girl in white was driving the car and was waving to the boys who got off the car.
(end of this chapter)