Chapter 201 Breakthrough
Chapter 201 Breakthrough
"Unbelievable..."
Some people once said that Paganini is a devil, but now Schroeder seems to have really seen the devil come to this world at a certain moment, and now he is attached to the thin body of that young man, swaying his sharp smile towards the world Voice.
so crazy.
Under that incredible contagion, everyone felt it was difficult to breathe.
Like a dilapidated sampan before an earth-shattering tsunami, trembling, turbulent, involuntary.
When the instrument of this variation changed from the violin to the cello, it lost the strange change that was like a devil whispering once, and turned into a thunder that trembled like the earth.
And only when the changing speed of the melody slows down and gradually becomes calm, the deep theme hidden under the wind and thunder is slowly revealed—the kind of grief that seems to be watching the devil take his own soul away. and helpless.
"The train from hell is speeding toward despair..."
Whispering subconsciously, Newman clenched the armrest of the chair, unable to resist the terrifying appeal of Huai Shi's melody, and was almost drawn into the deep undercurrent hidden under the calm melody.
That's right, gallop.
The gradually slow rhythm is advancing irresistibly, with the fear of stepping through the gate of hell step by step, and walking into the deepest part of fire and purgatory.
die.
Death is rising like bright stars.
It is everywhere, flying from the low melody, crossing the corridors strewn with corpses, passing through the tragic bloody hell, flying, flying, along with the operators of the Stampeders, but one step ahead of them.
Like a step into the abyss.
That's why everything within sight is so cruel.
Death, death, death, it was obviously just an ordinary corpse, but it seemed to be ravaged by some monster, and it fell apart. In the pain, even death became a relief.
Until the end, even the screams in the communication channel had disappeared without a trace.
In the silent monitoring room, only the last person remained.
The last 'ghoul' collapsed on the chair, trembling, watching the figure walking towards him step by step on the screen, his lips were moving, opening and closing, but he couldn't speak.
He wanted to scream, but he couldn't make a sound, it seemed like a scream, but it couldn't spread in front of this cold breath.
Until finally, the door was pushed open.
The girl with a gentle smile stood outside the door, looking at the distorted face.
The white dress is still spotless.
It's just that the nails of the ten fingers seem to be covered with crystal red nail polish, which is so red that it makes people despair.
"Sorry, there was a little excitement in the front, so I didn't pay attention."
Luo Xian bent down, put down the vegetable basket, and rummaged through it, but there was nothing in the basket. In the end, she could only stand up regretfully, holding the last remaining items in her hands.
"Onions and prime rib."
She raised her hands and asked softly, "Which one do you like?"
"..."
In the frozen silence, facing the first monster, the last ghoul finally let out a desperate scream.
So, amidst the weeping and whining melody in the distance, a hint of joy suddenly emerged in the notes.
Like the song of the devil.
In the examination room, there was a dead silence.
This is the twenty-fourth Capriccio, there is nothing wrong with it, but it is not what they are familiar with.
At this moment, the technique of the broken note, which cannot be concealed, was combined by this strong appeal, and it was promoted to a harmonious and harmonious state, showing an unprecedented style from the hands of this unknown boy!
Unprecedented initiative.
And unprecedented talents!
"...God."
Schroeder bit his fingers and stared at the hands above the strings. His five flicking fingers followed the rhythm of the player, drawing a faint afterimage under the light, like the devil's illusion .
The boy's pitch-black pupils were now covered with bloodshot eyes, just like the flames in hell, iron and fire, glowing with a frenzied and intoxicated light.
After forgetting everyone present, Huai Shi lowered her eyes and swayed her own melody as if no one else was around.
Such high-spirited self-confidence and composure are completely different from just now.
"Unbelievable..."
At this moment, the pupils of all the examiners were lit up with flames of excitement that did not belong to them, and they were amazed and fluctuated as if witnessing a spectacle.
"Wonderful! Really wonderful!"
Regardless of the casualties of the hounds he had hired, the source quality from the professor was so excited to watch the sounds of hell, and laughed in admiration from the darkness.
"Isn't this a song of praise that belongs to hell!" The professor cheered appreciatively, "Is there such an art in today's situation?"
"Almost, almost passed by such a wonderful work..." He almost couldn't help himself with excitement, "Just this one song is better than the so-called legendary title!"
.
Huai Shi felt as if she was being ignited by a non-existent karmic fire.
On the title page of the Book of Destiny, the line of characters is changing crazily, turbulent in the melody, breaking through the limit.
After an instant, the column belonging to the cello has climbed wildly from the original LV6, and after breaking through the limit of LV10, it has reached the jaw-dropping [LV12]!
Breaking through the realm of mortals, he was the first to enter the legend.
When the rushing melody seemed to be headed towards hell, his consciousness seemed to break away from the shackles of his body once again, stepping upward step by step on the invisible melody, as if stepping on an iron ladder.
Passing through the darkness that has troubled me for a long time, facing the wave-like light in my memory, I galloped forward along with the hot and cold melody, until I left this piece of emptiness behind and crashed into the That is bright.
boom!
A void thunder burst from the depths of the skull.
Huai Shi's consciousness suddenly shook, the darkness in front of him completely disappeared, and he finally passed through that invisible boundary.
When he tried to open his eyes, he only saw endless radiance, which set off tides like the sea. When it was calm, countless brilliant rainbow lights overlapped in one place and turned into pure silver, reflecting the brilliant stars and the sun above the sky.
Huai Shi stood between the ocean and the stars, looking around blankly, there seemed to be vague shadows of people walking around, but she couldn't see clearly, those shadows gradually drifted away on their own, and melted into the distant mist up.
"Unexpected." He heard a familiar voice behind him, "Relying on the melody of nothingness as a ladder, did you return here again?"
Huai Shi suddenly turned her head and saw the crow behind her.
It stood on a rock protruding from the sea, and its pupils were still full of frivolous teasing and unspeakable pity. But its reflection in the sea is no longer the sight of flying birds, but the stunning silhouette engraved in Huai Shi's memory.
"Yo, Huai Shi."
In her reflection, she chuckled softly, "Welcome to the eternal land where all the prototypes of miracles are born—the 'Sea of Silver'."
Huai Shi looked at her in astonishment, and opened her mouth to speak, but saw the silhouette in the reflection reaching out and gently touching her forehead:
"Unfortunately, your time may be running out..."
At that moment, Huai Shi felt the movement stop abruptly with the sudden pause of the bow.
Immediately afterwards, the slender finger that was as ethereal as a phantom moved forward a little, and a gravitational force emerged from behind, pulling him towards the void behind him and falling out.
In an instant, the stars and the ocean disappeared without a trace.
In the last glimpse, Huai Shi only had time to see the lonely figure standing between the stars and the ocean, and the incomplete outline hidden under the deep sea under her feet, so huge that even the stars are like dust missing pieces.
—The Abandoned White Queen.
Huai Shi opened her eyes, feeling the soreness and exhaustion from her limbs.
The movement is over.
He had never imagined that just playing would exhaust his mind so much that he was almost too tired to stand up.
It seemed that he had exhausted his energy during the difficult and frantic performance, and he was struggling to breathe. The sweat on his forehead slowly slid down and dripped from his chin.
Snapped!
Amidst the broken sounds, a gloomy color spread from the neck of the cello.
As if it was the last straw that broke the camel's back, a crack slowly emerged from that wet mark, unfolded in the teeth-stinging sound, and ran through the piano board. Before he could be astonished, he saw the cracked strings and the bow in his hand that was about to break.
This old piano, which had been with him for four years, finally ushered in its own limit, and came to an end in the final performance.
Huai Shi stared blankly at the crack, and after a long time, regretfully let go. I can only find another craftsman to repair it, but I don't know if I can find a suitable luthier...
My heart is heavy.
And when he slowly raised his head, he saw only silence.
No one spoke.
Only Vivian slowly took off her glasses and put them on the table, her fingers trembling slightly.
"What's this?"
She seemed to be still immersed in the frantic and pathetic melody, her eyes were a little red, and her hoarse voice was suppressed.
"This is fate, dear." Newman sighed, thinking of her daughter who died young, and stretched out his hand to gently press her shoulder: "I think this is unfortunate fate..."
In the silence that made Huai Shi extremely uneasy, Conductor Li, who was seated at the front, raised his hands first, applauded, and expressed his admiration for this wonderful performance.
Immediately afterwards, Huai Shi's unbelievable applause resounded from the hands of the old man, almost breaking through the soundproof gate of the examination room.
"Perfect! Perfect!"
Schroeder, who woke up from the surprise, got up first, and did not hide his admiration: "The abundant emotion is enough to cover up all the flaws in the technique, the devil-like appeal, you are simply a natural musician, Huai, I have already foreseen a The emergence of the master, no, a second Paganini!"
"It's hard to imagine that the elegant and peaceful Ms. Ai will teach such a... wild student." Newman stepped forward and shook hands with him: "I believe that within two years, Vienna will have a place for you."
Ms. Gran, who maintained a stern expression from the beginning to the end, was more direct, "Have you signed the contract?"
"Huh?" Huai Shi was stunned and didn't react.
"Huai, EMG welcomes you. Wait a minute, that old ghost Newman will definitely fart again, but the Rolling Stones will only do rock and roll forever. If you don't want to be someone else's accompaniment forever, EMG is the most suitable for you." Huai Shi responded, so she gave Huai Shi a business card: "Think about it..."
Before she could finish speaking, she was pushed aside by the fat old man Newman with his weight advantage. The old man from Texas directly grabbed Huai Shi's hands to prevent him from running away, and then kept praising Rolling Stone.
Surrounded by a group of old men and old ladies with dollars in their eyes, all kinds of business cards were constantly stuffed in, and then they asked about his situation in various ways. From when did he play the piano to whether he has ever been in a relationship, it's like a group of gossip reporters...
"Anyway, let me say thank you first."
Huai Shi suddenly spoke, interrupting the old people's words of appreciation, carefully placed the cello in her hand on the chair, turned around, and bowed respectfully to express her thanks.
"Thank you, teachers, for your appreciation, and thank you for allowing me to complete this trial and fulfill a wish."
As he spoke, he raised his eyes, took out the gun from his pocket, loaded it slowly, looked around the astonished faces, and said softly:
"Although I'm quite slow, it's not that I can't even detect so many sources of death outside... I'm not boasting, I'm quite sensitive to other people's malice."
"Now--"
He said, "Maybe I can discuss with the gentleman hiding here how the problem should be solved."