According to their previous speculation, the pastor who was burned to death may also be the candidate to be selected as 'one of the saviors'. There is very little historical information about this person, only that he left a curse when he was burned to death.
"It's related to nuns, and witches are also involved. It feels like the elements are all gathered." Yu Wen complained, and suddenly remembered something: "I remember the four of Leni's family are also victims of Karen's disease."
Yellow hair nodded.
Huang Jiang said: "Those who are put aside first, let's talk back to the black-robed man with the beak, the mask comes from the doctor's costume during the plague period, the original intention was to use a terrifying costume similar to the god of death to scare the disobedient patients, and later gave other meanings to deceive the god of death. , The purpose of repelling the plague demon, at this time was given religious symbols.
The bird-billed black-robed man Huang Mao encountered belonged to the Holy See. He was the dark side of knights and exorcism priests. He was elusive, specializing in dealing with the aftermath and dealing with disgraceful dirty things. Formerly known as 'Witch Hunting Pickets', later renamed 'Exorcism Pickets'.
They tried to cover up their disgrace and never acknowledged the 'witch hunt' they had personally led. "
Wu Lan frowned: "Can you find this too?"
Huang Jiang shook his phone and said, "I asked my aunt to borrow the authority and found the truth in the agency's confidential files. By the way, their library has a very rich collection of books."
She has been in the library all afternoon.
"I heard about the legendary witch at the ghost hotel before, and I had a premonition that there might be a witch's footprint in this incident, so I checked the historical facts related to witches in advance, of course, including the 'witch hunt' that persecuted women throughout Europe for more than 200 years. action'."
The so-called witch hunt occurred from the end of the 15th century to the 17th century, during the dark and ignorant period in Europe for more than two hundred years, the theology dominated by the Holy See became the only ideology, and any strange events that could not be explained by science or legitimate reasons were all classified. In the devil's trouble, the first to bear the brunt is the made-up witch.
Ordinary women were tried for guilt on trumped-up charges, beaten into witches and beaten into tricks. The Holy See ordered them and the witch-hunting pickets were in charge of execution.
Cen Jin frowned: "They are still hunting witches."
The cat-faced girl was hunted, isn't it a witch hunt
"The cat-faced girl has two fist-sized cat heads on her cheeks. The suture marks are obvious. She has not changed. It is best to find out how the cat heads on her face came from? Who performed the operation on her? Purpose, and Where does the surgical level come from?"
Cen Jin recalled the situation at the time and said: "The three exorcism priests and the witch hunters are obviously from the Holy See, and their goals may be the same." As for the purpose, he is actually not sure.
"But what would their purpose be? Who is this David? The cat-faced girl made a series of strange actions in the coffee shop that seemed to be involuntary. Someone watched her, forced her to appear in the crowd, and turned back from time to time during the escape. , to accurately find the location of the three exorcism priests. She knew the priests and was very scared. In addition to the generous speeches of the three exorcism priests on the street, and the videos that spread all over Europe and the United States in less than one afternoon, the total Makes me feel very inconsistent."
Ding Yiqing said at this time: "It's like a planned performance + promotion marketing."
Cen Jin: "Yes!"
Ding Yiqing leaned on the back of the chair and said with a smile: "The character design of marketing saviour heroes has been played many times before, and I still can't get tired of playing. There are always people who take the bait."
Cen Jin looked at him and complained that Ding Baiqing had played the same trick before? Don't laugh at other people's bad routines just because the guests who cooperate with the performance are high-ranking.
"I felt that the Holy See was not involved in the morning, but I saw them beating witches in the afternoon." Yu Wen shrugged, glanced at Totem and asked him if he had any new discoveries.
Totem: "I was thinking about mass hysteria, didn't I go to the church and the Rhine to investigate? There was nothing special about the church, but there were a lot of dilapidated nuns in the city, and there was a nun almost across the street.
But the nuns were in disrepair and overgrown with weeds. Some were deserted and became a place for homeless people, while others were left behind by one or two old nuns.
After eliminating the problem of the nunnery, I diverted to the Rhine River and walked around the banks of the river to hospitals in several small towns, and found a total of five cases of collective 'poisoning' in recent years.
Respectively 1. 27 people in a certain town fainted collectively, and the examination results were too fatigued, all of which were family units. 2. A group of 89 teachers and students in a certain school was delirium, falling into a state of fantasy, disorganized and aimless behavior. The symptoms were a bit like sleepwalking. After eliminating the pathogenic factors such as drugs and mental illness, the cause can only be attributed to air pollution.
The latter three cases of collective hysteria were relatively small in scale, scattered in different locations, and were also family-based. When the patient fell ill, they ran excitedly and frantically until they fainted. I think it was very similar to dancing hysteria. The hospital attributed their cause to an unknown family. Sexually inherited diseases.
I just thought it was weird, because the symptoms and scale didn't match the 'dancing' and 'group' of Karen's disease, so I didn't think much of it. "
Huang Jiang recorded the results of his investigation, and heard Cen Jin thoughtfully say: "Remember the priest's curse? If the curse before his death is verified, the descendants of those who participated in his death will be infected with Karon's disease. , Taking the family as a unit, it was not noticed due to its small size, inconsistent symptoms, and different onset times.
Lainey's family of four was still plagued by Karen's disease after her death. She dictated "until the apostles bring judgment and forgiveness", which the pastor said before her death. It should not be a lie. "
Huang Jiang only care about the record and did not comment on this.
Wu Lan pointed to the display screen outside the restaurant and said: "The exorcist priest named David used to be a strange Internet celebrity who had been to a small village where Karen's disease broke out, and predicted in advance that the village would be wiped out. After the prophecy came true, it exploded, entered Hollywood, and joined the Holy See quietly. He said that he would participate in the music festival because the organizing committee invited him to be a judge teacher.”
"Prophecy is the basic skill of strange people such as gods and saints. This man named David may know something." Wang Lingxian tapped on the table, his eyes accurately aimed at the face on the screen: "Approach him and tie him up if necessary. ."
"I agree," Totem said.
Others expressed no opinion, Ding Baiqing did not participate, and only watched the play with his cheeks supported.
Cen Jin lowered his eyes, fiddled with the small flowers on the edge of the tablecloth and said, "I don't care."
After dinner, Ding Yiqing invited Cen Jin to take a walk in the hotel garden on the fifth floor. The evening wind was blowing, the stars twinkled in the sky, and the city lights were bright. Cen Jin looked at the forest park shining in the distance, which was the venue of the music festival.
You don't have to go to the park in person, you can imagine the hustle and bustle just by watching the light show going on at the moment.
Thinking of having to perform on stage later, Cen Jin began to have stomach cramps.
Ding Baiqing said, "There is a competitive relationship between the Savior and the Savior."
Cen Jin snorted, and after a moment of silence, he turned around and said, "I won't be the Savior."
Ding Yiqing: "It's up to you, those neurotics have the final say."
"Do you think a group of neurotics can control me?" Cen Jin thought it was strange, and said, "In terms of madness, I guess I'm not as crazy as you, and in terms of strength, you are also the best, and I can get along well in your hands, why do you think Will I let a group of neurotics arrange my character and life?"
Huang Mao impatiently fiddled with the long hair that had been blown on his face by the wind and muttered, "Besides, someone robs you of your job, can you bear it?"
Ding Baiqing raised an eyebrow.
"Am I wrong? They want me to be the only savior. You want to direct my life, push me to the center of the stage and make me the protagonist of the world's attention. Your nature is the same." Cen Jinpian Nodding his head, he looked at him: "Can you bear it, Ding Yiqing? Your protagonist is being robbed."
"I found..." Ding Baiqing was methodical: "You are getting more and more confident."
"You expose your weaknesses first." Cen Jin shrugged, leaned back against the fence and said, "I can't guess you most of the time, because the gap between you and me is thousands of years, and the distance in time is my brain. Domain development 100 can't catch up, not to mention that there is still half of the transaction between you and me.
I tried to abort and failed, and you didn't even have any idea of trying to abort even if you liked me. "
When he said this, Cen Jin stared intently at Ding Baiqing's eyes. The latter didn't move, but he looked back with magnanimity. His beautiful and strange eyes were filled with the tenderness of a drowning person, but for a moment he couldn't tell the truth. The emotions expressed are still from previous performances.
He felt that Ding Baiqing was often wrapped in mist, and his real emotions were rarely exposed. The face-changing technology was very good. Occasionally, he was lucky enough to capture a few strands of Ding Baiqing's true emotions.
Thinking back carefully, I was surprised to find that the emotions that were beyond words were almost caused by him.
"I don't seem to be enough of a reason for you to break your principles. Your life is still at stake."
Ding Baiqing finally took his eyes off Cen Jin and landed on the venue of the music festival where the grand lights were performed. With a flicker of his figure, he sat on the fence and looked at the sky in front of him. The way to tell you now, of course I have a secret, a plan, and a blueprint to achieve my goals, and no one can stop me step by step towards the end of the blueprint."
He never revealed his true purpose in front of Cen Jin. At first, he only said frivolously that he wanted Cen Jin's body, using all kinds of tricks to coerce, lure, and coerce. Afterwards, he got along well, occasionally intriguing, suspicious of each other, and then admitting it. I like it, I often move around and act ambiguous when getting along with each other, but I don't reveal any plan related matters.
Cen Jin picked up the edges and corners and put them together, but he couldn't make an outline. Until now, he couldn't guess Ding Yiqing's intentions, so he could never let go of his guard and give him complete trust.
The corners of Ding Baiqing's lips raised, still the familiar smile that hangs on his face every day, and he said lightly, "But you won't die."
"reason?"
"The protagonist won't die."
Cen Jin held his breath, clearly felt his heart skip a beat, and curled up his fingers quietly, trying his best to keep his face as calm as possible: "In your blueprint, I'm the protagonist?"
"In a script, the protagonist is essential, because he can drive the finale."
"I'm the tool person who walks the plot?"
"No." Ding Yiqing leaned over, looked at Cen Jin and smiled, his silver-white pupils reflected him: "If it wasn't for you, no one would. Cen Jin, you are definitely a unique protagonist."
"Who are you? Xiwangmu, Zhulong, Di Shitian... These ancient gods all know you, and you obviously have memories related to them, but you were sealed in Huangquan, and you were very familiar with the world as soon as you came out. Obvious violation - no, there is still a sense of violation. Your aesthetics and favorite things are stuck in decades ago. At first, I thought you were learning the knowledge of the world through old movies and affecting your preferences. In fact, you are missing. Ten or twenty years of 'Ding Yiqing', so your preferences tend to be retro and refined, and tend to be Eastern European aesthetics."
After a pause, Cen Jin snorted: "Little Bourgeois."
Ding Yiqing grabbed Cen Jin's hair and pulled it back, not rude, but rather flirtatious. Cen Jin somehow felt that he was very skilled.
"I just live a more refined life. Who wears shirts and shorts like you casually."
"Don't interrupt me." Cen Jin shook his head and gave up before breaking free from Ding Baiqing's hand. "Anyway, you lied to me. When I asked you if you were 'Ding Baiqing', you answered categorically no. I asked if I was looking for someone from 'Ding Baiqing', and you said no."
"I didn't say yes either."
Cen Jin clicked his tongue, and no longer had the patience to fight him: "Just say yes or no."
"I did not lie to you."
Just doesn't mean it. Cen Jin was expressionless.
"Do you know why the Queen Mother of the West and Di Shitian say I'm a lunatic?"
"Because you're acting crazy."
"Because I was really crazy."
Cen Jin suddenly looked up at him.
Ding Baiqing turned his back to the light, with heavy emotions in his eyes, his hands clasped Cen Jin's head, and his cold fingertips touched Cen Jin's temple: "A lunatic in the physiological sense, in modern medical terms, is a mental patient. , Suffering from severe delirium, fantasy, can't distinguish between reality and illusion, can't recognize faces... Really indiscriminate killing, a lunatic does not need reason, and there is no such thing, so Xiwangmu and Lao Zhulong are afraid of me.
In the dozens of days I woke up from the Yellow Spring, I didn't even know who I was. Whether 'Ding Baqing' or the god named 'The Lord of Yellow Spring', they were all twisted symbols in my eyes.
I said I didn't lie to you because at that time I couldn't tell the truth from the truth at all. "
In the future, Cen realized later that the Ding Baiqing he met at the beginning was a pathological neuropathy, and he couldn't even tell who he was, and he was irrational.
If there is a slight error, the others will be gone.
How could he have lived in the same room with a seriously ill lunatic for so long
Cen Jin touched his neck, but he was still alive.
"Why didn't you kill me then?" Cen Jin murmured.
Ding Baiqing's cold hand slipped onto Cen Jin's neck: "I wonder why."
He was so crazy that he couldn't recognize it, and he didn't kill him.
"Aren't you going to keep asking?"
Cen Jin was short of breath, suddenly took two steps forward, turned his back to Ding Baiqing and threw his arms with a pretense of ease: "Explore the scars, the sky will be struck by thunder. Anyway, you are very rational now, and you promise me that I will not die, right? I will follow me on other matters. It doesn't matter much, your blueprint and heroic dream have nothing to do with me, and I can't change anything if I know it."
He waved his hand without looking back, and walked in a hurry: "Daxian they urged me, if you are interested, welcome to watch our performance."
After speaking, he lowered his head and walked around the green plants and public tables and chairs, quickly left the sky garden, and entered the external elevator. Cen Jin patted his forehead and mourned in a low voice: "It can't be an unfinished love, the person Ding Yiqing is looking for. It's me? I'm only 20 years old, so I can't make me older than 10 or 20 years old for no reason. Wouldn't it be a substitute? Did Ding Baiqing admit the wrong person?"
He squatted slowly in the corner of the elevator, like a moldy mushroom.
Too bloody.
No matter what kind of truth, the main color is dog blood. How could dog blood happen to a mourner? It's as outrageous as the idol drama love falling on a dead house who often stays up late.
Cen Jin held his head in distress, was indecisive, and used to escape.
Confessions have said that they have kissed and kissed, lived together for half a year, and have common property and children with each other. Human society must not hurry up and get married. Going out, there are many twists and turns in the problem, and it is not something that can be solved simply by falling in love.
Huang Mao began to pick his fingernails again and said, "Di Shitian knows my other images, the key is through which channel he knew me. If there is a theory of soul reincarnation, could it be that I lived in Kunlun four or five thousand years ago? No, no, if I had lived in Kunlun, Torch Dragon, Queen Mother of the West and Kunlun of Mountains and Seas should not have recognized me. After all, Di Shitian could recognize all the nasty things, so he should have known me through other channels.
The time line is uncertain. Who knows when he knew me and what kind of identity I am... Wait, have I talked to Ding Yiqing? "
Huang Mao supported the tempered glass of the external elevator with both hands, his eyes were dull, full of self-doubt: "I always give up...?"
No wonder he was so self-doubt, mainly because of Ding Baiqing's usual attitude towards him, he somehow interpreted a bit of love and hate, and occasionally showed a bit of 'you abandoned me' fragile madness and gnashing of teeth.
Just, you know.
Although Ding Baiqing is crazy, fun, sometimes quite egoistic and hides a lot of secrets in his heart, he is good to him, of course not to the extent of asking for help, but only after realizing that Ding Baiqing's blueprint is for Cen Jin. Services.
In this regard, Huang Mao still appreciates it.
In the face of Ding Baiqing's gentle and serious confession, it is not that his heart beat out of order.
"..." Cen Jin sighed and muttered to himself, "How could he not be tempted?"
Who can resist God's show of love and not be moved
What's more, He is so dedicated to regard you as the most dazzling protagonist in the world. Among the hundreds of millions of living beings, He is the only one who is the most special to you. He has repeatedly compromised and backed down. die.
Who can resist the favor of the gods
No one can.
It's just because of the disparity in strength, the different species, and never trust, so the swaying little flame is extinguished again and again, but if one day he finds that the reasons for delaying his love have all been solved or are being solved, what should he do
"What's tempting?"
The sudden question was so frightened that Huangmaojiao suddenly turned his head around his neck, stared at Wu Lan who suddenly appeared, and denied it quite short-heartedly: "...No."
Wu Lan smiled, pointed to the elevator and said, "This elevator has gone back and forth four or five times. If you stay in it and can't get out, the hotel manager should call the police and drive you away."
Cen Jin patted the dust and got up and stepped out of the elevator: "Are you looking for me?"
Wu Lan: "It's time to go."
The music festival scene was full of people and colorful. A total of six entrances were carefully checked by security guards. Outside the entrances, there were small vendors selling light sticks, light signs and other aid items. At the end of the light show, people who have purchased tickets entered the venue one after another. Soon the venue was full of people. The host set off the atmosphere on the stage, and the contestants concentrated in the backstage waiting to play.
Cen Jin and six people finished dressing up, put on their costumes and concentrated in the corner of the backstage, listening intently to the screams outside and the chatting content of the other teams in the backstage. Although their group is Asian, they are all very handsome and expensive. Therefore, many participating teams regard them as rivals, and from time to time they come over to try to communicate.
The six faced the incessant chatter of the comers with unanimous silence, until the other party couldn't bear it and left the stage in embarrassment.
Soon the behavior of these strange six people was regarded as arrogant, and spread throughout the backstage, and the complaints were endless. These six people could hear it but still pretended not to understand, and adjusted the pitch of the instruments on their own, except for Huang Mao.
Cen Jin didn't understand the intonation, so he held the instrument and touched it.
He doesn't know the price of this instrument, but it feels very good, the sound is very crisp, the age is a little old but it is well maintained, and the quality should be considered good.
He touched the back of the headstock and found letters engraved on the back of the headstock. He turned it over and saw that it was 'd&c'. Cen Jin unconsciously touched the notch and asked, "Wu Lan, where did these instruments come from?"
Wu Lan: "My aunt brought it by air, and said it was the musical instrument that their team participated in. You can guess which big guy used the musical instrument in your hands."
Yu Wen: "I don't have to guess."
He is the lead singer, and the microphone was prepared on the spot. It is estimated that no one can keep a microphone for 20 years.
Totem sighed: "It's hard to imagine how my master attends a rock festival with a bald head and 40+ years old, and still plays drums." ", "Diamond Top Sutra"."
"It's too crude, maybe it's possible." Wang Lingxian pressed on the electric piano and said, "This is given to me by Boss Long. He said that he used this electric piano to seduce many first lovers."
Huang Jiang didn't lift his head: "A few rotten."
As soon as these words came out, everyone turned to look at her.
Huang Jiang wondered: "What's wrong?"
Everyone shook their heads and returned to the topic just now: "The boss is really bothered. The Tianshi Palace Master resigned and ran away after two years. Many things were lost, except for this electric piano."
Wu Lan and Huang Jiang are the lead guitar and metal rhythm guitar respectively. They come from Wu Yujie and another big guy, but the big guy lives in Washington and is a blond and blue-eyed foreigner. Wu Yujie specially borrowed this rhythm guitar for Huang Jiang.
Yu Wen looked around the scene and found that his partners all had musical instruments used by the bosses, and he couldn't help but say, "It's a bit of a heritage."
Wang Lingxian: "?"
Yu Wen: "When the bosses were in their prime, they participated in the music festival for their mission. Now it's our turn. We still use the musical instruments used by the bosses. Does it have a sense of inheritance? But I have a good voice and can definitely surpass my predecessors. , won the top three."
Huang Mao felt a little guilty holding the accompaniment guitar, but after thinking about it, the classmates were all half-hearted and relaxed again.
At this time, a team of all members dressed in gothic costumes stopped in front of them, and the youth at the head greeted them in surprise: "Hi, Huang Biqi! We meet again."
Huang Mao looked at them, recognized them as the 'Black Goat' band met by the ghost train, and greeted them slyly.
The Black Goat Band liked them very much. After expressing their joy and blessings, they left with satisfaction. Later, when they came on stage to perform, they found that they were ranked second.
It has been warmed up before the opening, and when the most famous Black Rabbit band made their debut, the crowd was even more passionate, screaming and rock and roll roars mixed together, the sweat was crystal clear, the drums were fierce, and a clear and loud high-pitched sound cut through the night sky. The atmosphere is fried to a climax.
The Black Goat Band, who was watching backstage, said with envy: "The rock geniuses born after the legendary rock band can still lead rock to the top today when rock is declining, and they are destined to become another legendary band."
Captain: "It's every rock musician's dream."
The lingering sound is not over, this is also the dream they have been pursuing for many years, but unfortunately there are very few bands that can make it out.
After the song is over, the atmosphere is hot.
The Black Rabbit did not step down, and used their previous champion's authority to invite Huang Mao and the band to perform: "… Let's welcome 'ghost', the resident singing band of the underground bar!"
Saul, Hongzhuan and others greeted Huang Mao and their improvised band with warm smiles. Amid the cheers of thousands of people on the stage, they walked to the center of the stage. The white light was dazzling. Can'.
The dark crowd and lights seemed to turn into harsh noises, roaring in the ears.
Cen Jin had never touched a guitar before, and the suffocation came under the attention of all the people. The entire portrait was immersed in the vast deep sea, and his eyes wandered. Out of the corner of his eye, he accidentally caught a glimpse of a person sitting on an elevated audio stand on the left.
Looking up sharply, Ding Baiqing, who was in a tailored suit, was holding a black umbrella in his right hand and took off his hat in his left hand in a salute. The lighting engineer, photographer, and audience were all blinded and could not see him.
… Aside from the loud sound, the overhead is indeed the best viewing platform on site.
The new round of opening remarks ended, with the first sound of Wu Lan's lead guitar as the beginning of the performance, followed by Wang Lingxian's electric piano, Huang Jiang's rhythm guitar, the rhythmic drum sound and Yu Wen's deep smokey voice, actually singing a song. First French ballad.
Huang Mao's expression is blank, and his head is full of question marks. He said that he doesn't understand the rhythm. Is it the first time to play guitar and drums? It turns out that the classmates said that winning the championship is not humility, and he is the only one who is serious about being a chicken
Now, how do you play the guitar? When is the accompaniment? They didn't say anything about the performance in advance, so why did they rehearse many times in advance
Cooperate quite tacitly.
Huang Mao kept pressing the strings for a long time, watching the little friends who were having a good time, and subconsciously retreating, but for some reason, the camera lens of the rocker camera suddenly turned on him, and his face was enlarged to the square screen, cheering People screamed for him shaking the lights.
But he remained motionless, and more and more audiences found the problem, and discordant cheers soon appeared in the crowd.
Huang Mao wanted to retreat, but the Black Rabbit Band blocked his path, either intentionally or unintentionally, surrounded him like a jackal surrounded its prey, and pushed him to the center of the stage step by step.
Wang Lingxian and others seem to have found a problem, Wu Lan and Huang Jiang are clearly coming here, and there are more and more questions on and off the stage.
The director of the recording was worried that the music festival would be destroyed, and just wanted to inform the cameraman to change the lens, when someone suddenly smiled and said, "I think it's good to shoot like this."
The director looked at the young man who suddenly appeared in surprise. He had a pair of golden vertical pupils who could guess his identity just by looking at his eyes—
"David."
David clasped his hands: "This is a group of young people with passion and dreams, and we shouldn't brutally deprive them of their dreams. Are you right?"
"..." Director Yang smiled: "Yes."
The discussion became louder and louder, and the atmosphere of the two bands on the stage suddenly became tense. Just when the lights and the camera were aimed at Huang Mao at the same time, Ding Baiqing, who was originally far away from the audio high platform, appeared on the stage, with his hands behind his back, leaning forward, Smile.
"We didn't have a rehearsal before, and we didn't know what song to sing the first time we went on stage, so the lead singer grabbed the microphone and sang... It's not so much singing, it's better to say it's a dry voice, and the audience under the stage was confused. In order to cover up the shortcomings of the lead singer, we only I can show my abilities and try my best to help the lead singer round the way."
The lead singer is so confident.
"No one is more confident than him." Ding Yiqing seemed to be able to hear Cen Jin's inner slander and agreed.
The problem is that he is not the lead singer now, and his teammates are still very good, so he can't hold back.
Cen Jin moved his lips, but did not say what was in his heart.
"They're playing blind."
"?"
"Without rehearsal in advance, without any notice, do they all have the same heart?"
"real?"
Ding Baiqing swiped on the guitar strings, and a string of nice tunes was expanded, but in the eyes of the audience, it was Huangmao's performance. The members of the Black Rabbit band who surrounded him looked at him and his teammates solemnly.
Covered by Ding Baiqing next to him, Cen Jin has the confidence to straighten his waist and carefully distinguish the audience. He finds that most of the people are dancing, and a small number of people seem to have doubts. When the yellow hair in the light screen plays the strings, the confused The crowd suddenly decreased by half.
Cen Jin gradually let go of his hands and feet and fiddled with the guitar as he wanted. At the end of the song, he was still intoxicated, feeling that he had some musical talent in his bones.
The audience cheered loudly, the lights were dazzling, Wang Daxian and the others were panting slightly, sweat swept across their chins, and they stared at the crowd. What song are you playing.
Yu Wen snorted, raised his hands high, made a rock gesture, and replied in a low voice, "Chinese folk songs, translated into French."
Wang Daxian stood handsomely: "Moonlight Song."
Wu Lan and Huang Jiang smiled: "The song we usually practice." The Miao song of Yu Gu insect.
Totem pondered: "I try to drum out the tune of the Diamond Sutra."
The Black Rabbits were sluggish.
Cen Jin: "..." Everyone's feelings are different, it's really stupid.
How do they maintain this 'I'm a superstar' self-confidence
Wang Daxian: "It's just a warm-up performance, it's all about smashing the field. It's important that I show my style to the fullest."
Wu Lan: "My people are all waiting to see us carry forward the Miao music culture. I heard that the music festival will be broadcast live simultaneously. I don't know if they can see it."
Totem did not speak, and was immersed in the shock of the tune of Tibetan esoteric scriptures being adapted into drum music.
Cen Jin: "There are so many songs mixed together, how come no one finds out?"
Saul gritted his teeth: "Because we racked our brains to help you get back to the messy tune!"
"Oh, thanks."
The Black Rabbit Band suddenly suffered a heart attack.
Just when they were about to step down, Cen Jin caught a glimpse of Ding Yiqing standing still, looking at a certain direction in the auditorium, with an unpredictable expression, he couldn't help but stunned, and subconsciously followed Ding Yiqing's line of sight, but saw the area in that area first. The audience danced as if on drugs.
Originally, there was intense music to cover, and the audience's frenetic behavior was not found to be abnormal. At this moment, when the music stopped, other audience members entered a short rest, which instead highlighted the abnormality of the audience in that area.
Cen Jin's face was solemn: "Da Xian, do you think the audience in the upper right area looks like the symptoms after contracting Karen's disease?"
Wang Daxian and the others also noticed that the area was abnormal, and they all stopped, staring at the roaring audience with serious faces, the Black Rabbit Band and other audience members, the backstage band and the working group also found something wrong.
The director's face was ugly: "Is it mixed with drugs?"
Music festivals are originally a place for collective carnivals. Some people will secretly take drugs in pursuit of excitement. Every year at music festivals, I don’t know how many people are killed.
"Let the security rush over and bring everyone down!"
After repeated orders, he found that no one answered. The director was holding a fire in his heart, but when he was about to break out, he saw the assistant director's face pale: "It's not drugs, it's an accident. They have been dancing for more than an hour, you can see their expressions are in pain. It's like he can't control his body at all."
The jib camera was aimed at the audience position, and the scene of them dancing like walking corpses was enlarged to the audience, and the painful expressions and bloody toes were marked in close-up, and the terrifying atmosphere instantly filled the entire music festival venue.
"—"
Thousands of spectators fell silent.
The next moment, the eight monitors in the arena changed the screen at the same time. First, the screen went black, and then a blond girl with a cracked face appeared on the light screen. The blond girl suddenly grinned, revealing a bizarrely big smile, the corners of her mouth grinned. Ears showing sharp teeth.
"suprise!" The blond girl's crisp and happy voice resounded throughout the audience, then she cleared her throat and coughed, and said playfully, "Since everyone is a music enthusiast and has the same hobbies as me, I have specially customized a best performance for everyone. The most unique show, a show called Judgment."
She raised her index finger and blinked her eyes. "God is watching, don't be afraid, don't run away, don't try to run away."
As soon as the voice fell, the music festival venue was surrounded by thick fog. In the thick fog, giant objects were looming, and countless flashing red lights watched everyone like the eyes of monsters. Some spectators in the arena were driven to a nervous breakdown by fear, and rushed to the door with a scream, and were soon torn to shreds by the giant in the thick fog.
And the giant thing broke out of the thick fog and revealed its true face. It looked strange and terrifying. In the middle was a circle with a diameter of two meters, like a sturdy long snake connecting its head and tail. There was an eye hanging in the center of the circle, and there were still four corners. The four eyes are connected to the atrium eye and the circle. The surface of the circle is covered with eyes, a bit like the sugar grains on a donut, and there are three pairs of huge white wings outside the circle.
If you ignore those round eyes, this monster is the pinnacle of human symmetry aesthetics.
Immediately, someone screamed and knelt down on the ground, clasping his hands on his chest and praying: "The Lord protect me from all disasters and protect my life." He was trembling but extremely pious, and even pulled his friend to his knees and persuaded: " It is the LORD who is judging the sins of the world, the servants of the Lord, the angels!"
The blond girl shrugged her shoulders and kept laughing. She raised her head suddenly, with a bright and evil smile: "Yes! It's an angel, a servant of the Lord! It's my apostle who judges the sins of the world in the name of the Lord!"
"The first sin, the world should avoid being arrogant."
"Did you do it?"
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I'm sorry I didn't notify you in time to ask for leave yesterday. I hung up the leave request and thought it was sent out, and my memory is confused.
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Another fierce competition tt
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