"Incredible …"
Some people once said that Paganini was the devil, but now Schlauder seemed to have seen the devil come to this world at a certain moment. Now, the devil was attached to the thin body of the young man, spreading his sharp laughter to the mortal world.
So crazy.
Under the incredible influence, everyone felt it was difficult to breathe.
Like a broken sampan before an earth-shattering tsunami, trembling, turbulent, and involuntary.
When the instrument of this variation changed from a violin to a cello, it lost the strange change of the devil's whisper and turned into a thunder that seemed to tremble the earth.
Only when the speed of the change of the melody slowed down and gradually became calm, the deep theme hidden under the wind and thunder was slowly revealed — the sorrow and helplessness of watching the devil take his soul away.
"The train from hell is speeding toward despair …"
Newman murmured subconsciously, clenched the armrest of the chair, and it was difficult to resist the terrible influence of Huai Shi's melody. He was almost drawn into the deep undercurrent hidden under the calm melody.
That's right, speeding.
The gradually slow rhythm pushed forward irresistibly, with the fear of stepping through the gate of hell step by step, all the way into the deepest part of the fire and purgatory.
Death.
Death was rising, like the bright stars.
It was everywhere, flying up from the low melody, crossing the corridor full of corpses, passing through the bloody hell. Flying, flying, flying, following the running officers, but one step ahead of them.
It was like a step in the abyss.
That was why everything in sight was so cruel.
Death, death, death. It was obviously just an ordinary corpse, but it seemed to be ravaged by some monster and fell apart. In the pain, even death became relief.
In the end, even the screams in the communication channel had disappeared without a trace.
In the silent monitoring room, only the last person was left.
The last 'ghoul' collapsed on the chair, trembling, and looked at the figure on the screen that walked toward him step by step. His lips buzzed, opened and closed, but he couldn't speak.
He wanted to scream, but he couldn't make a sound. It seemed to be a cry of sorrow, but it couldn't spread in the face of this cold atmosphere.
Until finally, the door was pushed open.
The girl stood outside the door with a gentle smile, looking at the distorted face.
Her white dress was still spotless.
However, her fingernails seemed to be smeared with crystal red nail polish. It was so red that it made people despair.
"Sorry, I was a little excited earlier, so I didn't pay attention."
Luo Xian bent down and put down the basket. She rummaged through it, but there was nothing left in the basket. In the end, she could only stand up regretfully, holding the last remaining items in her hands.
"Onions and beef ribs."
She raised her hands and asked softly, "Which one do you like?"
"…"
In the frozen silence, the last ghoul faced the first monster and finally let out a scream of despair.
Thus, amidst the wailing melody in the distance, a trace of joy suddenly appeared in the notes.
It was like a devil's song.
There was dead silence in the examination hall.
It was indeed the twenty-fourth Capriccio, but it was no longer what they knew.
At this very moment, the broken notes and the technique that could not be concealed were mixed together by this strong influence, and promoted to a perfect and harmonious state. From the hands of this unknown youth, it revealed a style that had never been seen before!
An unprecedented pioneering work.
And an unprecedented talent!
"… God."
Schlauder bit his finger and stared at the pair of hands on the strings. The five fingers played the rhythm according to the player's will. Under the light, faint afterimages were pulled out, like a devil's illusion.
The youth's pitch-black eyes were now bloodshot, just like the flames of hell. Iron and fire glowed with a fanatical and intoxicating light.
After throwing everyone in the room to the back of his mind, Huai Shi's eyes drooped, as if there was no one else around him, he played his own melody.
Such high confidence and calmness was like a completely different person from before.
"Unbelievable …"
At this moment, the eyes of all the examiners lit up with excitement that did not belong to them. It was as if they had seen a miracle.
"Wonderful! Truly wonderful! "
The Origin Substance from the Professor didn't care that the hunting hounds he had hired were already dead or injured. He excitedly enjoyed the sounds of hell and laughed in the darkness.
"Isn't this a song of praise from hell?" the professor praised. "In today's world, there's still art like this?"
"Almost, almost brushed past such a beautiful work …" he was so excited that he could not control himself. "Just this one song is better than the so-called legendary title!"
.
Huai Shi felt as if he had been ignited by a fire that did not exist.
On the title page of the Book of Destiny, the line of characters changed wildly, fluctuating from the rhythm, breaking through the limits.
After a moment, the column belonging to the cello had already risen from level six, breaking through the limit of level ten, and reached the jaw-dropping level twelve!
It broke through the realm of mortals and took the lead to enter the legendary realm.
When the rumbling melody seemed to be heading towards hell, his consciousness seemed to have once again transcended the shackles of his body. Stepping on the invisible melody, it was as if he was stepping on an iron staircase, one step at a time, moving upwards.
Passing through the darkness that had trapped him for a long time, he faced the wave-like light in his memory. Moving forward, he flew along with the blazing and desolate melody until he left the void of darkness behind and crashed into the light.
Boom!
The void of thunder burst out from the depths of his skull.
Huai Shi's consciousness suddenly shook, and the darkness in front of him completely disappeared. He had finally passed through the formless boundary.
When he struggled to open his eyes, he only saw an endless glow. The glow was like a tide in the sea. When it was calm, countless beautiful rainbows overlapped in one place, turning into pure silver, reflecting the brilliant stars and sun in the sky.
Huai Shi stood between the sea and the stars, looking around blankly. There seemed to be faint shadows of people walking around, but he couldn't see clearly. Those figures were minding their own business and gradually moving away, melting into the distant fog.
"How unexpected." He heard a familiar voice behind him. "Using the formless melody as a staircase, you've returned here again?"
Huai Shi suddenly turned back and saw the Crow behind him.
It was standing on a rock that protruded out of the sea. Its eyes were still full of frivolous mockery and indescribable pity. But its reflection in the sea was no longer the scene of birds, but the stunning silhouette that was engraved in Huai Shi's memory.
"Yo, Huai Shi."
She chuckled softly in the reflection. "Welcome again to the eternal land that gave birth to all miracles — the 'Silver Sea.'"
Huai Shi looked at her in shock. He opened his mouth to speak, but he saw the silhouette in the reflection reach out her hand and gently touch his forehead.
"Unfortunately, I'm afraid you've run out of time …"
At that moment, Huai Shi felt the movement come to an abrupt end with the bow.
Then, the slender finger that was ethereal like a phantom pushed forward slightly, and a force like gravity emerged from behind him, pulling him into the void behind him.
In a flash, the stars and the sea disappeared without a trace.
In his last hurried glance, Huai Shi only had time to see the figure standing alone between the stars and the sea, and at her feet, the incomplete silhouette hidden deep under the sea, the incomplete chess piece that was so huge that even the stars were like dust.
— The abandoned White Queen.
Huai Shi opened his eyes and felt the soreness and exhaustion in his limbs.
The movement was over.
He had never thought that just playing would exhaust his mind to this extent. He was so tired that he couldn't stand up.
It was as if he had exhausted all his energy in the difficult and crazy performance. He gasped for breath, sweat slowly slid down his forehead and dripped from his chin.
Pa!
In the fine sound, a dim color was dyed from the neck of the cello.
Like the last straw that broke the camel's back, a crack slowly appeared from the wet mark, spreading out in the teeth-aching sound and penetrating the board. Before he could be shocked, he saw the strings full of cracks and the bow in his hand that was about to break.
This old violin that had accompanied him for four years had finally reached its limit, ushering in the final performance.
Huai Shi stared blankly at the crack for a long time, then regretfully let go of his hand. He could only find another craftsman to repair it, but he didn't know if he could find a suitable luthier …
His heart was heavy.
When he slowly lifted his head, all he saw was silence.
No one spoke.
Only Vivian slowly took off her glasses and placed them on the table, her fingers trembling slightly.
"What … is this?"
She seemed to be still immersed in the fanatical and sorrowful melody. Her eyes were a little red, and she suppressed her hoarse voice.
"This is fate, my dear." Newman sighed, thinking of her daughter who died young. He reached out and gently pressed her shoulder, "I think this is an unfortunate fate …"
In the silence that made Huai Shi particularly uneasy, Conductor Li, who was sitting in the front, raised his hand and applauded, offering his own amazement for this wonderful performance.
Then, the applause that was so warm that Huai Shi couldn't believe it sounded from the old man's hand, almost breaking through the soundproof door of the examination room.
"Perfect! Perfect! "
Schlauder, who woke up from the surprise, was the first to stand up, no longer hiding his admiration, "The abundant emotion is enough to cover all the flaws in the technique, and the demonic appeal. You are simply a born musician, Huai, I can already foresee the emergence of a master, no, a second Paganini!"
"It's hard to imagine that the elegant and peaceful Ms. Ai would teach such a … wild student." Newman stepped forward and wanted to shake his hand, "I believe that in less than two years, there will be a place for you in Vienna."
Ms. Glan, who had maintained a cold expression from beginning to end, was more direct, "Have you signed the contract?"
"Huh?" Huai Shi was stunned and didn't react.
"Huai, EMG welcomes you. Later, that old ghost Newman will definitely fart again, but Rolling Stone will always only make mediocre rock. If you don't want to be someone's accompaniment forever, EMG is the most suitable for you." Without waiting for Huai Shi to respond, she stuffed a business card into Huai Shi's hand, "Think about it …"
Before she could finish, Newman, the fat old man from Texas, squeezed her to the side with his weight advantage. The old man from Texas grabbed Huai Shi's hands to prevent her from running away. Then, he kept on praising Rolling Stone.
He was surrounded by a group of old men and women, whose eyes were shining with the light of the dollar. All kinds of business cards were stuffed into his hands, and then they asked him all kinds of questions. From when he played the piano to whether he had been in love, it was like a group of gossip reporters …
"Anyway, let me say thank you first."
Huai Shi suddenly spoke, interrupting the old people's praises. He carefully put the cello in his hand on the chair, turned around, and bowed respectfully to thank them.
"Thank you for your praise, teachers, and thank you for letting me finish this exam and fulfill a wish."
As he spoke, he raised his eyes, took out a gun from his pocket, and slowly loaded it. He looked around at the stunned faces and said softly,
"Although I'm quite slow, it's not to the extent that I can't detect so many deadly sefirot outside … I'm not boasting, but I'm quite sensitive to the malice of others."
"Now —"
He said, "Maybe I can discuss with the gentleman hiding here how to solve the problem."
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