Keeping his phone, Garon grabbed the shard and put it into his pocket. Not far away, there was a red building that looked like a research building. There was almost no one around it.
He walked across the lawn. The building looked like three rectangular blocks connected together. Garon walked in from the left. It was a corridor with a strong classical vibe.
There were round stone windows on the side. Sunlight shone through the leaves into the corridor. A few students sat on the windowsill reading or memorizing things.
Garon walked slowly along the corridor. The sunlight passed through his body, sometimes cold and sometimes hot.
"I don't know how long this kind of life can last …"
He walked to a round window and sat down. The window was more than two meters high. From the inside, it was grey. The light shone on the windowsill, making it a bright yellow.
He looked at the time. It was ten o 'clock in the morning.
Life was peaceful again.
Baldy, the combat club, the Blood Breeds and the witches were all left behind.
Garon just stretched one leg and bent the other. He just sat on the windowsill and basked in the sun. The warm sunlight shone on his body. He felt so comfortable that he wanted to sleep.
"How long has it been since I had such a good sleep." A girl spoke behind him. She had a strong Doriana accent.
"Then why don't you sleep a little longer?" Another girl laughed.
"Can't help it. There's not enough time. If there's time, I can sleep from tonight to the next night!"
The two of them laughed and left the corridor.
Garon didn't turn around to look. He just sat on the windowsill and listened.
"How long has it been since I had a good sleep?" He asked himself.
He had been practicing the Slaughtering Hand since he was young. This demonic technique, one of the 42 Demon Kings, gave him a mysterious power. However, it also made him unable to have a good sleep for so many years. Even in the Totem World, he often rested and slept. However, he couldn't do that now.
After sitting on the windowsill for two hours, Garon finally came back to his senses when he heard the sound of people coming out of the building.
A text message beeped. He took out his phone and looked at it.
It was Maisie.
"Do you want to go for lunch? We're planning to have a get-together with the girls in the dorm. We're going for an outing. How about it? "
"You guys go ahead. I want to go back to the dormitory to rest," Garon replied after thinking for a while.
He had already stepped into the third level of the Slaughtering Hand for some time, but it seemed that there was no movement from the third level. There were no signs of him advancing.
"Rest?"
"Yeah, I'm a little sleepy."
"Alright, then we'll head out first."
"Have fun."
Garon put down his phone and looked into the distance. The teapot shaped red building across the lawn had a sparse flow of students passing by. Most of them were heading to the cafeteria or walking out of the school.
Life was peaceful. There were no extraordinary powers, only a completely ordinary environment. He enjoyed this kind of peace.
Garon bought a sandwich and a box of juice from the cafeteria. After finishing his lunch, he took the bus back to the dormitory. It was the weekend, so there was almost no one in the dormitory. There were only a few people.
There was a boy in a white T-shirt and jeans sitting on a stool by the door. He was holding a guitar with one leg crossed and playing it quietly.
His voice was clear and moving, and his expression was very focused. Garon and a few others listened for a while and felt completely at peace.
Suddenly feeling that there was nothing to do, Garon lazily went upstairs. He heard the sound of frying eggs coming from the communal kitchen, and a faint aroma wafted over.
He took out the key to open the door and walked in. There was no one in the dormitory. He closed the door and went to his bedroom to find the violin case. He carried it to the balcony.
He took out the maroon violin from the case and lightly applied rosin to the ponytail of the bow. He tightened it and then placed the violin on his shoulder.
Hiss …
A short and crisp note rang out.
He started to focus on tuning the strings one by one, and then tightened the strings one by one. The violin needed to be loosened when it was not played, and only tightened when it needed to be played.
"What should I play?" He tried to recall the songs he knew. Suddenly, his interest was piqued, and he lightly stroked it.
Instantly, a song "Glide in the Rain" gently flowed out from the violin.
The sound was long and clear, without any ambiguity or delay. It was like a spring flowing slowly from the mountains, continuous and without stopping.
Clang!
Suddenly, the sound of a piano came from a dormitory not far away, as if it was in tune with the violin.
Garon slightly closed his eyes, and the violin on his shoulder seemed to be moaning. The bow was moving, and a trace of power was released naturally.
His violin sound gradually became a little demonic, and the piano seemed to be affected. The sound unconsciously lost its own spirituality, and became purely to play along with him.
Garen woke up abruptly, and the bow stopped abruptly.
He raised the bow, and looked at the reflection of the sun.
This was the sound of a violin with magic …
Death Sonata.
Clang clang clang clang!!!
Not far away, the piano sound came to a sudden stop, and then it was completely silent.
Soon, there was a burst of screams, and then the sound of the school doctor's ambulance came from afar.
Garon walked to the window, and looked down at the white ambulance carrying a young girl with long hair.
The light shone on his face, and reflected the area between light and dark.
Because of this, he played the violin less and less. His hands seemed to have some kind of terrifying magic, and the sound he played would also bring people who were immersed in it into the abyss of pain.
Garon picked up the violin, and put it in front of his eyes. Suddenly, he seemed to see a blood-red eye in the middle of the violin.
It was a vertical eye, white and full of blood vessels.
That was his eye …
"Is this violin affected by me too?" Garon helplessly stroked the violin.
This violin was a precious gift from his mother in this world, and it was worth a lot. It was said that Master Varner once played it.
And now, this violin seemed to be tainted with the aura of his Devil Art.
"Forty-two Devil Kings … It's really hard to grasp," he muttered, and put the violin away.
He just lay on the deck chair on the balcony, basking in the golden sun, and felt warm.
Under the sun, he was so comfortable that he almost fell asleep.
The wind blew on his face, and it was very warm. Garon opened his eyes and found that he had unknowingly slept on the deck chair for a long time.
He stood up, walked to the mirror on the balcony, lowered his head, turned on the tap, and wiped his face with water.
The water was also very warm, and there was no feeling of coolness at all.
He raised his head and looked at the mirror.
"Hey, brother, you said you would take me out to play."
A pleasant voice sounded from the living room of the dormitory.
"Where's Daddy? Mommy isn't here either. You promised to take me out to play? "
It was a little girl's voice, and it sounded very familiar, but Garon could not remember who it was.
He wanted to turn his head, but he found that this extremely simple action was completely impossible. His neck was so stiff that he could not move.
He could only look at the living room from the corner of his eyes. There seemed to be a black shadow there, and the black shadow was approaching him.
"Brother, you promised to take me out to play."
"Daddy isn't here, and Mommy isn't here either. Brother, you promised to take me out to play … "
The little girl's voice came from the black shadow.
Garon felt that the black shadow was approaching him. Slowly, it was getting closer and closer. An inexplicable feeling of fear that could not be described with words surged in his heart.
He could feel that the black shadow was approaching him, but he could not turn his head. He could only look at it from the corner of his eyes.
He felt that the black shadow was standing behind him, and the little girl's voice was behind him. It was close, but his skin was covered with goosebumps, as if something cold was slowly climbing up.
"Brother, you promised to take me out to play …"
Garon did not know why he was afraid. He could feel that something seemed to be getting closer and closer to him. He did not know what it was.
"Garon … Garon …"
It was as if a voice was calling his name.
"Garon … Wake up, Garon!"
That's right, someone was calling his name.
"Brother, you said you would take me out to play …" The black shadow circled around him, jumping. He could feel that the thing was right beside him, very, very close …
"Garon! Wake up. "
Garon suddenly opened his eyes. He saw a big white face with a red bean on his nose, brown eyebrows, and short brown hair.
"Messi …"
He just realized that he had fallen asleep on the recliner. He was lying on the recliner alone with his head tilted to one side.
"Did I fall asleep?"
"Of course." Messi was wearing a very formal looking black suit. "I went to a party and came back. You actually fell asleep on the balcony."
"Is that so?" Garon straightened up and wiped his face with both hands.
That dream just now …
"What's wrong with you? Did you have a nightmare? Do you want a girl to comfort you? "Messi winked at him.
"F * ck off, I'm fine." Garon laughed and scolded him. He just felt that his face was a little numb. He did not know why.
"Take care of yourself. To be honest, you don't look well." Messi frowned.
"Don't look well?" Garon was stunned. He stood up and walked to the mirror to look at his own reflection.
An almost bloodless face entered his field of vision.
"You should have a good rest and relax. I'm going to take a shower. "Messi shook his head. He felt that something was wrong with Garon today. But everyone had their own space and privacy, so he did not ask too much.
"I'm fine." Garon used his Secret Technique and controlled his blood to circulate a few times. The color on his face instantly returned to normal.
He listened to Messi's footsteps as he walked away.
He turned on the water and wiped his face. He suddenly felt much more awake. The water was cold and flowed down.
He found a towel to wash his face and walked to the window to look down. On the lawn, there were a few couples sitting under the streetlights.
A white convertible sports car slowly stopped in front of the dormitory. A girl in white drove the car and waved at the guy who got out of the car.
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