"Gongsun Ce, I still think this is so perverted."
"Security comes first regardless of appearance. Anyway, you have information capabilities that others cannot see." Gongsun Ce tugged on the chain, "Let's go, let's go."
"Wow, my shame is suffering an unprecedented blow..."
Qiluo rarely hesitated, and a slender blood-colored chain was twisted around her neck several times, and the end was held in Gongsun Ce's hand. There was another gray snake wandering around the two of them, looking eager to try. This is the insurance created by Gongsun Ce using the Independent Thought Seal to ensure that Qiluo is in an absolutely safe state of constant contact. However, Qiluo feels that this is like...a dog leash...
"Thinking wildly again." Gongsun Ce knocked on her forehead, "What did you detect?"
Qiluo put away her joking expression: "It's the atmosphere, Gongsun Ce. I was vaguely aware of it yesterday, but I'll understand after feeling it carefully today. The atmosphere of this city is so cold and suffocating."
It is now 10:30 in the morning, and the city center of Sound Screen City is bustling. Singers with audio-visual licenses showed off their voices in a specially designated open-air performance area. Their beautiful songs were accompanied by angels, colorful clouds, flying rainbows and other illusions floating over the city. Every shop on the roadside is open, and customers eager to buy are coming and going between the shops. If you look as far as the airport and airport, you can still see famous figures of all sizes stepping off the aircraft. A commemorative concert to celebrate the friendship between the two countries is about to begin, and they are all invited guests.
The atmosphere of the city is warm due to prosperity and has nothing to do with coldness. Gongsun Ce scratched his head and asked, "You mean the information perspective?"
"It's much more superficial than that." Qiluo said, "You'll know just by listening to everyone's voices."
Gongsun Ce rapidly extended his telekinesis power, like an invisible giant stretching out thousands of tentacles, penetrating into houses and streets. Last night he was in a hurry to search for Qiluo and was not distracted by the thoughts of all living beings. Today Gongsun Ce listened carefully and his face suddenly became ugly.
"Have you listened to Miss Ariel's new song?" The students in the school whispered to each other.
"I'd better support Gaius, after all Ariel also likes him." The office worker said casually while smoking.
"Mom, I want to buy the dress Ariel is wearing." The little girl tugged on her mother's sleeve.
"I bought three copies of each of Ariel's albums!" the enthusiastic fan was chatting with friends in the video store.
"Ariel..." "Lord Ariel!" "Miss Ariel." "United Stars..." Tens of millions of voices buzzed in Gongsun Ce's perception, and everyone was talking about similar things. The topic, everyone's thoughts are centered on the singer, and there is not even sudden fanaticism in their words and deeds. That kind of worship and blind faith has become a deep-rooted part of their thinking, like the cornerstone of their thoughts. For a moment, he thought he had mistakenly entered an insect nest or honeycomb. The people he perceived were wearing different clothes and having different appearances, but their thoughts were so similar, like cold and sluggish insects.
"It's fucking crazy." Gongsun Ce was deeply shocked, "Don't they realize it?"
"This city has worshiped singers since thousands of years ago. The thoughts and concepts passed down in cultural inheritance have long since become imprints in people's minds." Qiluo took his hand, "Come here Bian, Gongsun Ce."
The girl was surprisingly calm when she spoke. She pulled Gongsun Ce and ran all the way to the street with the church where she had been yesterday. It seems much quieter here away from the city center. In front of the street window, there is a middle-aged man wearing a beret playing guitar and singing. His singing turns into a soothing river in the air. Several arrogant young people gathered around, looking unkind.
The middle-aged man stopped singing: "Gentlemen, I have a permit. The police just checked it five minutes ago."
"We are not cops either." The ruffian smiled, "Can you change the song to something nicer? I want to hear Ariel's song."
The middle-aged man was silent for a while, raised his head and said, "Sorry, boy. I want to sing my own song."
"What do you want to sing?" The scoundrels raised their voices fiercely, "Sing your shoddy stuff and pollute the music scene of our Sound Curtain City? The sound of the entire Sound Curtain City has been polluted by you lousy things!"
"I have the freedom to sing."
"You're still fucking free, as if no one cares about your crappy songs!" The ruffian laughed loudly, "You're not worthy of being called a singer? How many CDs can you sell? How many fans do you have? You're a worthless piece of junk. , take your Feix Cup guitar and get out of here!"
The gangsters reached for the man's guitar, and the middle-aged singer tried his best to resist. Just as Gongsun Ce was about to take action, he saw the door of the church opened, and a purple-robed priest walked out with several priests with angry faces. He caught the leading gangster and scolded him angrily.
"Damn it, look at what you are doing! Your hands and feet should be used to create value, not to embarrass an innocent artist on the street!"
"Fucking stupid priest, who do you think you are?" The gangster didn't give in. "No one will believe your retarded sacred scriptures. Go back and lick the saint's -"
Varro became even more angry: "Dirty words, vulgar thoughts! Look who is tarnishing this city!"
The priests and gangsters started arguing, and the middle-aged man picked up his guitar and left the place silently without saying a word. He passed by Gongsun Ce and heard the young man say: "He plays the guitar very well, a gentle song."
The middle-aged singer looked surprised.
"Oh...ah...thank you." the singer said, "I composed the song myself to commemorate the river in my hometown."
Gongsun Ce went to the door of the church and said, "What a bad luck."
"It's commonplace in this city." The singer shrugged. "They actually don't know what they are doing. They follow the crowd, exclude dissidents, quarrel over things that have nothing to do with them, and regard other people's interests as their own. Benefit."
"You see clearly."
"My main job is in the Internet." The singer smiled, "Priests are better, they are at least upright. But if I stay there, the priest will have to talk about scriptures and labor again..."
Qiluo asked seriously: "Do you think this is what a music holy place should look like?"
The middle-aged singer was stunned and said very depressedly: "Miss, this is no different from other places. People only care about what they 'should' care about, and few people care about songs."
The singer is gone. He is a middle-aged man. He is numb because he has seen too much. Gongsun Ce was still a young man, and he felt particularly annoyed at the moment. He followed Qiluo for a while and saw a long line of people waiting to borrow the venue at the door of the church. Young people were waiting there for a long time and had to be persuaded by the clergy from time to time. Occasionally someone in the queue would leave, but new people would join, and the queue would get longer and longer.
Gongsun Ce wanted to do something, but then he remembered the current situation of the Sound Screen City. Singing loudly here may cause safety accidents. A feeling of overwhelming strength came over me for a long time.
"I'm very annoyed, Qiluo."
Qiluo didn't answer, but pulled him forward. They walked back to the city center, once again bathed in those lights that never went out. The cylindrical headquarters of "Northern Continent Real Sound Media Company" stands in the center of the city, like a monument commemorating great achievements, and like a tomb where countless dreams are buried.
"I have always liked singing." Qiluo said suddenly.
Gongsun Ce looked at her sideways: "I know."
"You don't know." Qiluo shook her head, "I really like singing, so much that I want singing to become my life. I did a lot of stupid things and did dangerous experiments in order to be a singer, and it was a waste of three years. High school life, the relationship with my parents was very tense... These stupid things made me become a big fool. If it hadn't been for an accident, I would have died like every idiot in the Sky City. I regret it very much, If I could go back in time, I would definitely choose to live a stable life again.”
"But even so, I still like singing, not for money or fame. Because that is my only freedom." Qiluo looked up at the distant buildings, as if speaking to the city, "I have no power to change In this world, I can’t even control my own life, but I can sing at any time. To sing my own mood, to sing my dreams. Even if this dream is not worth mentioning under the weight of reality, it is me Freedom is my right and the only way I can express myself. I can compromise and give up my dream of becoming a singer for the sake of reality, but I will never abandon singing itself!"
Qiluo's eyes were full of anger. It was the first time that Gongsun Ce had seen this girl so excited since they met. The anger was like a little flame, which seemed weak but could ignite sparks all over the sky. She stood like a warrior, speaking her mind in anger.
"But this city wants to take away even the faintest hope from people's hearts! The city of music that should be blooming has only one voice, and everyone has become a puppet in front of the statue. Without dreams, without self, that person and the What's the difference between machines? I don't want to see this situation continue, I want to tear Ariel's blockade apart!"
Qiluo looked at him stubbornly, with a look that made Gongsun Ce feel a little strange for a moment, as if the dull and silly girl at home had suddenly become a fighter against injustice. He smiled and patted Qiluo's shoulder, his words full of encouragement: "Okay, I'll help you."
"Follow me, Gongsun Ce!"
A bus happened to be approaching from afar, and Qiluo couldn't help but pull her boyfriend onto the bus. Gongsun Ce suddenly felt confused: "What are you doing?"
"I have a little plan."
"Wow, you have a plan too?"
"I am an information life form. I went to the Kalash family headquarters yesterday and found a lot of things!"
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At the headquarters of Beilu Shiyin Media Company, a woman with long wavy hair sat in her office, hesitant. There is an information disk hidden in her hand, which is a precious bargaining chip given to her by Jin. But……
She picked up her briefcase and document bag and planned to go out pretending to be working. She chatted casually with colleagues and family members in the corridor, got herself a cup of hot tea and two pastries, then entered the office as usual, turned on the computer and started working.
"...!"
After typing on the keyboard for several minutes, she suddenly woke up, panic making her palms tremble. Once again her time was wasted, she accomplished nothing!
There seems to be an invisible ghost hiding in this building, and everyone is lingering in its palm. In daily life, no one will notice anything abnormal, but once you want to do something with your "own will", the ghost's control will come quietly. They will be numb, dull, and forgetful. Before I knew it, I was back at work, and before I knew it, I had fallen asleep. The numbness would not dissipate even after I returned home. She was so close to Gongsun Ce yesterday, but she couldn't find a chance to contact him for even a second...
Will ghosts target her because of this? This is already her third failed attempt in the past two days. Will Ariel come to clean it up after noticing this small anomaly? The fear in the woman's heart became deeper and deeper. She tried hard to persuade herself not to think nonsense, but at this moment, strange footsteps sounded outside the door. Her heart was in her throat.
The door opened, and a strange yet familiar gray-haired young man stood at the door, waving hello.
"Long time no see, Kreya Kalash." Gongsun Ce said.
"Thank God..."
Claire lost strength due to relaxation and suddenly fell down on the table. This old team member of Aurus is now wearing OL clothes and high heels. She looks like an urban beauty but is so haggard that she has lost her luster. Qiluo poked her head from behind Gongsun Ce and said hello: "Hi, hello! I remember that you were a superpower with a light core? Yesterday you seemed to want to meet Gongsun Ce, but you changed your mind."
"It's not my personal fault, this is..." Kreya pursed her lips nervously, Gongsun Ce snapped his fingers and summoned a gray snake in the room.
"Qiluo and I won't be noticed, don't worry."
Kreya breathed a sigh of relief and stood up from the desk: "Is it Ariel Kalash's impermanence method, that kind of power that seems to suppress people's - I don't know how to describe it - 'self-awareness'? I returned to It was only then that the family discovered that the situation had changed drastically. She had completely controlled the Kalash family, and even if the family leader had a totem, he could not escape her control."
Gongsun Ce nodded: "We can see it, but how did you break free from it?"
Kreya was immediately furious: "Aulus brainwashed me somehow. His brainwashing technique conflicted with Ariel's impermanence technique! That self-righteous idiot!!"
Gongsun Ce tried his best to suppress his laughter and coughed twice: "Ahem! That long-sleeved Miss Creya who is good at dancing must have gained some bargaining chips?"
Without saying a word, Kreya took out the information disk in her hand.
"This is the principle of the phenomenon of solid sound conversion. Miss Qiluo next to you should be able to understand it." Kreya handed over the chips neatly, "I don't have the capital to negotiate with you, and I am not negotiating terms now. At that time, the reward will wait until the crisis in Sound Curtain City is resolved."
"You are much more reliable than your sweetheart."
"I was responsible for more than half of the internal affairs when I was working on the optical core, and that idiot was responsible for attracting investment and bragging." Kreya said viciously, "I request temporary protection."
"You deserve it, Miss Kreya." Gongsun Ce promised, turning around to see Qiluo reading the information disk on her mobile phone, her eyes shining with excitement.
"Hello~" Gongsun Ce waved his hand, "Miss Qiluo~?"
"When will Ariel's concert start?" Qiluo said suddenly.
"Tomorrow at eight o'clock in the evening." Gongsun Ce said, "I'm going to make a scene then..."
"Using violence against her will only make things worse. I have a better way to deal with it." Qiluo hurriedly picked up her phone, "I only have half a day left and I'm so nervous... Help me contact the Capital of the Sky, hurry up!"
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Three minutes later, Cecil's laboratory.
"What kind of joke are you kidding?!" Dr. Cecil yelled at the communication screen with a crazy look on his face, "I will cooperate with you to produce results within a day? Do you think I am a wishing machine? Throw a Give you the solution with coins?!”
The black-haired Qiluo stood in the middle of the screen with his hands on his hips and spoke as conclusively as an expert's speech: "Dr. Cecil, I will give you the totem operation logic of the Real Sound State. It is fundamentally the same as Yun Yinglang's 'Purple Explosion'. The same way of expressing information. In the words of the Impermanent Law Envoy, it is the power of 'real sound'."
Cecil stood up for a moment, and said with joy: "Give me the information, right now!" She hurriedly cursed a few times and picked up the phone, and found that the pink-haired information life form had unknowingly appeared on every screen in the laboratory. Go up and make work arrangements for her.
"The No. 3 computer room refers to the design drawings I gave to design musical instruments, and Group E and Group F use the map data to simulate the situation." Qiluo circled her hands into a trumpet shape, "Where is Yun Yinglang? Where is the God of Machines!"
"I'm urgently mobilizing my motivation!" Mo Yuankai ran over with sweat on his face, clutching a newspaper tightly in his hand, "I got ready immediately when I saw the news. Should I go to the State of Blue Waves or the State of Solid Sound now?"
"No, all three stations are on standby in the Sky Capital."
"Everyone is on standby?! Qiluo, do you know the situation?!" Mo Yuankai was stunned.
"I exchanged opinions with Alandia two seconds ago, and now I'm right." Qiluo said firmly, "Where is Yun Yinglang?"
"I'm here, I'm here!" The purple-haired maid flew over with a bang in the smoke of the explosion, and said expectantly: "Do you want to use this young lady's amazing wisdom?"
"Yes, the organization has a difficult task for you." Qiluo on the screen looked serious, "Yun Yinglang, you are arranging music with me now."
“Look at me—huh?”
Yun Yinglang didn't turn around for a moment and pointed at herself blankly: "Me? Arranger?"
"It depends on your ability test. The specific use will be explained while doing it. Start now!"
"But I don't know how to read music..."
"I can overcome that kind of thing with momentum, rely on momentum! Call Shigureingo over to help you!"
Several other Mech pilots had just followed, and were surprised to see the busy scene in the laboratory. Caldesia asked on behalf of everyone: "What are you doing?"
Rei Shigure observed the situation for a while and confirmed: "They should be helping Qiluo prepare for the concert."
(End of chapter)
