I don't know when Ye Qingxuan fell asleep, but when he woke up, he found that outside the window, the sky was filled with red clouds, and it was already evening.
Now is the time to relax for an hour every day.
Under the setting sun, in the courtyard behind the high wall, the prisoners who were released were sitting together in twos and threes, playing cards or chatting. Some were drinking tea and writing poems on the fallen leaves.
Watching them talk about poetry and the fun of drinking tea, it feels like this is an aristocratic club.
But for some reason, Ye Qingxuan felt that the sense of violation was getting stronger and stronger.
It's like a group of five big and three hairy horse bandits sitting in a pink room dressing up their dolls and having a tea party.
The smile is gentle, and even the scars on his face exude happiness.
And on top of the tower, the sound of a pipe organ sounded.
This is not a movement that drives the ether, it is just pure music.
The majestic and melodious hymn melody echoed in the prison, and the ethereal and holy melody filled the ears, making people suddenly aware of the beauty and preciousness of life.
"What the hell is this?"
He frowned and murmured softly.
"You don't know yet?"
Not far away, an old man dozing in a wheelchair raised his eyes and looked at him, and couldn't help but mock: "This is a piece of music prepared by the Holy City to cleanse the souls of sinners like us. Play it occasionally, hoping to use the beauty of music Let us realize the beauty of life and the greatness of justice... That's about it. After a long time, you will get used to it."
Ye Qingxuan was stunned and asked: "There is no way to communicate with the ether here. Will the music really be useful?"
The old man's smile became mysterious.
"Young man, you are still too young. Even if you are extremely talented, the time you have been exposed to music theory is still short after all. There are some things that you have not had time to appreciate."
He said calmly: "If you can live for a few more decades, you will understand that even without ether, music is a magical and powerful thing... It is worth intoxicating the soul. Just listening will shake the soul."
At that moment, Ye Qingxuan's heart was shocked, and a fragment of memory suddenly flashed through his mind: "Music notes... are they language?"
When the old man in the wheelchair heard his words, his eyes were slightly shocked and he nodded slightly:
"You can think so."
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The so-called musical notes are the transcription of the sounds of the world.
By observing the world, human beings turn the sounds that convey mysteries into musical notes to drive miracles.
The beginning of the birth of all civilizations must be the birth of language. The ancestors of the Asgardians sacrificed themselves to the Tree of Truth and obtained Asgard's original rune notes.
The Sumerians said that the wise men stole the language from the divine fire to bring light to mankind, but at the cost of their souls falling into hell after death...
Musical notes are language.
This is what Abraham said during the first class.
He believed that musical notes were the language of the ether, and thus laid the foundation for the "interpretation method".
At that time, Ye Qingxuan didn't understand the teacher's words, but now he suddenly had an inexplicable understanding.
"It seems like you understand a little bit?"
The eyes of the weird old man in the wheelchair became subtle: "Even if there is no ether, some melodies are enough to affect people's emotions and personalities. With some special seasonings and inducements, it is not difficult at all to achieve the effect of 'cleansing the soul'. In such an environment, even the heinous villains will one day change their minds and change their past...even if their original selves are completely wiped out."
He paused and smiled maliciously: "Welcome to the soul transformation workshop in the Holy City, young man, you should get used to it soon. It won't be long before you may join them to talk about the beauty of art and life. Woolen cloth."
Ye Qingxuan's expression showed no change or fear. He just looked at the old man and asked, "So, how long have you been here? Thirty years, right? Or forty years?"
The old man's smile changed slightly.
He got to the heart of the matter.
"Fifty-six years, it will be fifty-seven next month." The old man replied: "You want to know why this method doesn't work for me? It's okay to tell you, but you may not be able to use it."
Ye Qingxuan shrugged: "You might as well talk about it, maybe it can be done."
"The method is very simple."
"If you enjoy delicious food, you will be conquered by the delicious food. But if you know that the delicious food you enjoy is made from rotten meat, mad cows, diseased pork and stinky water from the garbage dump, you will never like it. ”
The old man coughed and smiled strangely in his wheelchair: "As long as you pierce the sacred coat and see what's underneath, you won't like that glamorous-looking coat."
Ye Qingxuan frowned, looking confused.
The old man raised his hand and pointed to where the organ melody came from.
"What do you think of the violinist?"
Ye Qingxuan thought for a moment and then said: "The basics and fingering techniques are very good. They should come from Trinity College, the inheritance of the classical school, but the control is very good, but it is not bad, and it is quite satisfactory."
"That's it? You're too short-sighted after all."
The old man looked at him, half-smiling: "Music has spirituality, but where does this spirituality come from?"
Ye Qingxuan answered without hesitation: "Given by the creator and performer."
"That's right."
The old man laughed strangely: "The spirit of music theory is the way of the heart. People can hide it, but it can't. It knows what you think and do, and it will also reveal things that you don't even know... I It was after understanding this that I became a black musician."
As if recalling the desire and throbbing for power in his heart when he was young, his eyes became happy: "Boy, you can't deceive your heart, nor can you make your music lie. Because of this, the fusion When the fateful chapter of your movement and soul is defeated, people will go crazy to death... That is the crystallization of your heart and soul, the truest version of yourself. So... "
The old man pointed to his ear: "As long as you listen, you can see its true face. Do you want to know what the guy playing the piano is thinking now?"
Ye Qingxuan nodded.
The old man smiled strangely and pushed the wheelchair:
"follow me."
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The old man took him to the corner of the yard.
Under the shade of the trees, a few old men who looked like they would die in coffins in the next moment were sitting around the stone table, playing cards or chatting. Ye Qingxuan looked worried, fearing that if they got a little excited, they would be sent to the hospital with a cerebral hemorrhage. Intensive Care Unit.
"This is Tom, this is Jon, you can just call them Lao Tang and Lao Qiao. The bald guy next to you reading porn magazines is a pervert, you can ignore him... Basically, the people here are heinous and deserve to die. Guy, so you don’t need to have mercy. There are only so many idiots who have stayed here until now and haven’t changed their ways. Do you want me to introduce it to you in detail? "
"No."
Ye Qingxuan shook his head and chose a seat to sit down: "The deer-headed man Tom Klein. The bone collector Jon Varena, and this guy with shaved hair... should be the legendary murderer Morian of the Holy City. Sir? I already know your deeds from the sect’s bounty list. I didn’t expect that you are all still being imprisoned here. It’s really surprising. I’m the only one with this handicapped gentleman that I didn’t recognize. I’m sorry.”
"It doesn't matter. I'm just an unknown person. It doesn't matter if you don't know him. Just call me Old Cripple."
The old cripple in the wheelchair obviously didn't want to talk about what he had done. He just smiled and said, "I didn't expect that people would still remember the wanted list from decades ago. It's really surprising."
As he spoke, he looked at everyone: "I was just talking to this promising young man about the special concert the Holy City held for us. Do you have any opinions?"
"opinion?"
Old Qiao glanced at him with a strange look in his eyes: "What are you doing again?"
"It's just an opinion."
The old cripple looked expectant: "It doesn't hurt to talk."
Lao Qiao shook his head: "I didn't listen carefully, but I knew that the person playing the piano had changed... It should be a man, relatively young, probably in his early twenties."
Ye Qingxuan was stunned and asked again: "What else?"
"Let me listen and see..."
The deer-headed man Lao Tang was also interested. After listening for a moment, he showed a strange smile: "Hey, this is something on my mind, hehehe. He is absent-minded. He doesn't know what he is thinking. He seems to be preparing to work hard."
"Does this need to be said?"
Old Qiao sneered: "The salary offered by the Holy City is so low. If you come to such a ghost place with such a small amount of money, you won't be able to buy a house in ten years. I will definitely not be happy. Since the future is not bright, I will find a way to make more money." Money is the right thing.”
At this time, Molian, who had been silent, raised his head and said lightly: "I think it's because of the lower body problem."
"Betting?"
Lao Tang rubbed his hands: "How about betting ten times on Dad?"
"OK."
Morian smiled, seemingly full of confidence.
Sure enough, within two bars, Tom's expression became difficult to watch.
"Damn it, why are young people today so full of a**?" He spat, "This guy is still thinking about some little whore from a brothel."
"I'll bet you ten more times, Dad."
Molian smiled strangely and raised a finger: "He is gay."
“…”
As soon as he said this, everyone was silent, no one wanted to gamble with him.
"Can you hear this?" Ye Qingxuan was curious.
"It's very simple." The old cripple's tone was complicated: "Perverts know perverts best, bad people know bad people best, and gays know gays best. Some bastards happened to have all three. He used to have a killing license from the Holy City. Back then, I could smell other people’s scum from three blocks away, let alone find a gay now.”
Morian looked cheerful and didn't seem to be ashamed of it. He just asked:
"Does anyone want to bet on who his boyfriend is? You can still raise bets now."
"He's the manager of the lower area of the tower, right?"
The speaker was Ye Qingxuan.
This time it was Molian's turn to be stunned, and soon he suddenly smiled: "Did you see it?"
"Guess."
Ye Qingxuan shrugged: "Anyway, there are only so many people with abnormal sexual orientation here, and there are even fewer people who are qualified to be paired with that musician. It's a simple elimination method."
“…”
Everyone's expressions became strange.
"Thank you for your advice. I suddenly figured out a lot of things." Ye Qingxuan stood up and said goodbye: "I won't disturb your poker game. See you next time."
Watching Ye Qingxuan leave, Lao Tang shook his head: "He is a troublesome kid."
Morian looked at the old cripple:
"What are you planning?"
"Huh?" The old cripple didn't seem to understand.
"You are a black musician, and you actually want to help a young brat who is known to be at odds with black musicians? Are you planning to change your appearance and start a new life?"
"I'm just curious."
The new cards were piled up, and the old lame man slowly drew the cards: "Anyway, he doesn't have much time. I just want to see what he can do if there is no such obstacle. After all, in It’s really hard to find any fun here other than playing cards.”
"Then you will be disappointed."
Molian shook his head and said in a meaningful tone: "Because the person who wants his life is already on the way."
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Those old guys have no good intentions towards me.
This is the conclusion Ye Qingxuan quickly came to.
Neither the deer-headed man nor the bone collector is a kind person, and there is also the seemingly well-intentioned but mysterious old cripple. They seem to have an agenda, but more importantly, the bald man named Morian.
Underneath the seemingly calm and warm eyes, there is an out-and-out killing intent. He wanted to kill himself, but he couldn't do it, so he could only restrain his desire.
If this wasn't a prison and the two met on a narrow road, a deadly battle would have broken out.
Therefore, even though they broke through this layer of fog for him, Ye Qingxuan still had no gratitude in his heart, and was even slightly afraid.
But the most urgent task now is to find Ciel.
He had to ask his bitch brother to find out what was going on outside and how he got in.
But after searching for a long time, Charles was still nowhere to be found.
After asking many people, no one has seen Ciel at all. With the senior brother's good looks and voluptuous blond hair, he should not be easily forgotten, so the problem arises.
Where exactly is Ciel being held
While Ye Qingxuan was deep in thought, he heard the roar of the gate.
After layers of fences, the iron car arrived at the prison under strict security and escorted the new prisoners from above. As if he had been brutally tortured, he could not even stand firmly. His eyes were empty, his hair was disheveled, and his face was pale.
Ye Qingxuan was stunned.
From a long distance, he saw that face clearly—that was the examiner who used to interrogate him every day!
As if aware of his gaze, the examiner looked over. Through the layers of fences, his eyes became sad and complicated. He seemed to want to say something, but reluctantly opened his mouth, but no words came out.
In the end, he only showed a smile that was little better than crying.
Soon, Ye Qingxuan found out about his crime.
Plot to assassinate the Cardinal…
Ye Qingxuan was stunned for a long time, then turned and left.
The time for airing is over.
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Under the dim light, Ye Qingxuan stared at the incomplete music on the wall. In his mind, a large number of details were tumbling, constantly broken and reassembled.
A new structure emerged from that chaotic thought.
Notes are language.
Then, there must be its logical structure in it, which is music theory.
The spirituality of the movement comes from the heart of the creator.
Comes from your truest self.
Then, there must be traces to follow.
Looking for yourself in music theory
This was Ye Qingxuan's first time to experience this kind of experience.
After switching to a different perspective to look at the problem, I had a completely different perception.
Ye Qingxuan tried to understand it from the perspective of an ancient scholar. Just like sorting out broken documents, carefully improving, repairing, and eliminating.
Reorganize it and create a new image according to your own understanding and requirements.
For a time, the confusion that had not been answered in the past found a new direction.
But now he experienced new confusion.
When the books are in use, it is easy to regret them. Ye Qingxuan now regrets that he did not memorize more relevant classics when he was in the big library.
Fortunately, the teacher came to the Holy City, and I can ask him for advice on this aspect when I visit the prison next time.
Ye Qingxuan stood in front of the wall, holding a pen in his hand, and quickly deleted the redundant paragraphs. In just two hours, it was reduced to one-fifth.
One-fifth of the redundant structure has been replaced by simpler music theory.
More importantly, the originally complicated four cores have vaguely found the direction of integration. And the advanced "Dream Weaver" who was originally in the Blood of Heaven and Human finally has its appearance.
Before turning off the lights, Ye Qingxuan looked at the greatly changed structure of the music on the wall, nodded with satisfaction, and felt refreshed.
Without the original confusion of the blind man feeling the elephant, and having found the direction, it will be a matter of time to get the result.
It was going to be the best night's sleep he'd had since he was in prison.
But just when he was drowsy, he heard a vague choking sound coming from not far away.
The censor who had just been thrown into prison huddled in his room, tears streaming down his face, as if he was regretting something.
Ye Qingxuan's mood suddenly became gloomy.
Although he didn't know what exactly happened, he felt that being imprisoned here had something to do with him, and he couldn't help but feel a little guilty for a while.
But soon, he was attracted by a strange itch.
The backs of hands, elbows, shoulders, gaps between toes, knee joints, buttocks, back, neck, face... The itching seemed to spread and quickly covered the whole body.
The tickling fingers felt a sensation that brought great fear.
Ye Qingxuan suddenly turned over and sat up from his bed.
The dim light from the corridor passed through the iron bars and shone on him, illuminating his pale face.
He raised his head and looked at the mirror behind the toilet.
In the mirror, the thin young man had become unrecognizable. Fine blisters spread rapidly on his body. Thumb-sized sarcomas quickly grew out of the diseased flesh and were covered with pale blisters.
As long as it is touched a little, it will burst and shrivel, and after the pus is squeezed out, fine holes will be left.
It was as if he was instantly infected with some kind of advanced infectious disease, and his whole body was rapidly deformed, diseased, and corrupted, turning into a horrifying distortion.
Ye Qingxuan roared, trying to wake up the guards.
But in the silence, no one's voice came at all, only the sound of choking came intermittently into the ears.
"It's music."
In an instant, he suddenly understood, and his expression became extremely gloomy. Because of the iron ring on his feet, he couldn't feel any ether at all, and he couldn't tell where the power came from, and he couldn't resist.
Then, there is only one way left.
Enduring the severe pain and itching, he rolled down from his vagina, crawled on the ground, and quickly crawled to the sink next to the toilet. His fingers knocked over the tooth cup and dropped the toothbrush on the ground.
Ye Qingxuan bit his toothbrush and used force with his left hand.
With a bang, the handle of the toothbrush broke.
The diseased and deformed palm grabbed the broken toothbrush, pointed the sharp end at the chest, and stabbed it down suddenly.
Plasma splatters.
He screamed, pulled it out, and stabbed it again, piercing the flesh and blood of his heart and widening the wound in a severe pain that could make people faint. Then, fingers roughly inserted into it, tearing at the scars.
Until finally, through the bones that had turned dark green due to disease, he saw his heart covered with poisonous wounds.
So he smiled, relieved.
"It's an illusion."
Fortunately, it's not a curse from the Psalm faction, but an illusion.
After the Philosopher's Stone transformed into Xiao Yuan and ascended to the origin, to be honest, he himself didn't know what the beating thing in his chest was.
There would be no problems anyway, so why would he undergo a thoracotomy just to satisfy his curiosity
However, regardless of whether it is replaced by the Philosopher's Stone, it will absolutely, absolutely not be a flesh-and-blood organ that can be infected by the virus!
"Are you so anxious to kill me?"
Ye Qingxuan sneered: "It's not that simple."
Fortunately, it's an illusion.