The melodious singing still vaguely echoed in his ears even though it was thousands of meters away. Wu Xiu's finger, which was only a fraction of the effort away from pulling the trigger, also stagnated in the light singing. No matter how hard he tried, he could not make any further progress.
"あたしがを语るのなら"
(If you want me to talk about love)
"How about その眼には, 影る?"
(What kind of scene is reflected in those eyes)
"Words are there and I'm leaving"
(Words are all superfluous)
"无簮音が流れてく"
(The impure tone flows away)
"あなたがにpaintれるまで"
(Before you are covered with love)
"その色はphanだ"
(That view is just a fantasy)
"ひとりぼっち、音に呑まれれば"
(A person is swallowed up by music alone)
"Common to the whole world"
(This is happiness shared by the whole world, right?)
"つまらない恫曰れる木らし"
(Living in a daze of boredom)
"Who is it?"
(Everyone imitates him like this)
"粲り回す使い回しの歌に"
(Songs that can be switched back and forth at will)
"またEARをplugいだ"
(Clog the ears again)
"She did nothing wrong, why should we kill her?"
Ah, yes, with such a beautiful person and such a beautiful song, how could he fire this shot and make her and the song disappear from the world?
This is the biggest sin, Oh Soo.
While thinking this, Wu Xiu let go of his sniper rifle, stood up, and wanted to climb over the fence in front of him and go to the pitiful blue figure.
Even if I can't touch her, just admiring her from a close distance, I am very satisfied.
The next moment, Wu Xiu's vision suddenly went dark, he lost consciousness instantly, and his whole body collapsed like mud.
With a sigh, Wei Yanwu took back the knife that had knocked Wu Xiu unconscious. While dragging him down from where he would fall off the edge of a tall building a few steps away, he turned to look at Chen Fan, who was lying on the ground half-dead: "Xiao Chen, Do you know how to use a sniper rifle? Xiao Wu is still influenced by the singer after all. It seems that even if the audio is from a long distance, he is still not very good at facing the singer directly."
Hearing Wei Yanwu's words, Chen Fan nodded lightly at first, and then immediately shook his head desperately: "No, don't count on me, Uncle Wei. Although I can use a sniper rifle, I'm not as good at using it as Wu Xiu. , Secondly, it’s so high here, it’s impossible for me to have the courage to move after climbing to the edge, unless..."
After hesitating for a moment, Chen Fan kept shaking his head: "No, it's nothing. If I had gone there, I would have made mistakes due to my fear of heights. We'd better find a way to get Wu Xiu to wake up early, and then play without being affected by the singer." This shot."
Anyway, it has nothing to do with me whether the humans here live or die, not to mention that I am only forced to help. In this case, who cares about these issues?
Chen Fan had just made up his mind not to go there. After Wei Yanwu settled Wu Xiu, he walked over and squatted in front of Chen Fan without saying a word: "But, Xiao Chen, you still have a way to overcome it, right? ?”
Wanting to scratch his big ears quickly, Chen Fan thought to himself how could he be so mean? Because of his momentary hesitation and hesitation, he spilled the beans and was now caught by Wei Yanwu.
Seeing that Chen Fan still had no intention of speaking, Wei Yanwu sighed deeply: "Xiao Chen, I know this is not good. After all, you are just a super novice who has just become a floating spirit for less than a month. You are not interested in the Management Bureau." I don’t have any deep feelings for people I don’t know. Being able to risk my life and land here from a high altitude and successfully collect key information is considered a kind act, but..."
Speaking of this, Wei Yanwu accidentally caught a glimpse of Chen Fan's deep and cold cross eyes hidden in the darkness. After hesitating for a moment, he finally changed his original words: "But, I hope you can see that music producer's For the sake of it, let the singer stop. Although his last wish is probably for his songs to be praised, I believe that just like you said before that false views will not make him happy, this situation must not be what he wants. Bar?
After all, it was the man's love that gave birth to the singer, not unwillingness and resentment. "
I don't know which sentence or words stimulated Chen Fan. After lying on the ground and hesitating again and again, Chen Fan finally sighed: "Ha - okay, okay, I understand Uncle Wei. There is always a way, I You can move over and just look at the scene inside the sniper scope, so you won't be aware of the height difference. But if you do this, you need Uncle Wei to roughly aim the sniper rifle in the right direction, otherwise it will take too much time for me to adjust. too much."
Upon hearing this, Wei Yanwu immediately made an OK gesture, trotted over to put the sniper rifle in the right position, then trotted over again and dragged Chen Fan to the designated position, so that he didn't have to look into the distance. You can target the good diva with a sniper scope.
Closing his other eye tightly to prevent himself from realizing the height difference of his current position, Chen Fan quickly aimed at the forehead of the singer who was singing loudly with the help of Wei Yanwu. He did not have as strong eyesight as Wu Xiu and adjusted it repeatedly. Aim at the fixed point and prepare to pull the trigger after confirming that it is foolproof.
The moment Chen Fan moved his fingers slightly, the petrified feeling also began to spread from his fingertips. Chen Fan immediately raised his hands as if he was electrocuted, stretched out his index finger and pierced his ear canal with lightning speed, hard. The eardrums of both ears were pierced.
Under the combination of the heart-wrenching pain and Wei Yanwu's silent cry, Chen Fan quickly lifted up the sniper rifle that had not changed much. He just put his eyes on the scope and was about to pull the trigger. The familiar feeling came from his fingertips again, forcing Chen Fan to I had to let go again.
Gan!
Cursing something that he didn't even know he had said, Chen Fan reluctantly took out the sticky note and black pen he had taken out of the music producer's house from his pocket. After writing a few lines of words, he printed them on the paper. It was shown to Wei Yanwu who was grinding his teeth because Chen Fan poked his ears.
After reading the words "Bone conduction, the impact is much smaller but unable to stimulate" on the paper, Wei Yanwu frowned deeply, then took out his telescope and looked at the square in the distance.
At this time, some elderly people had already fallen to the ground due to lack of physical strength. Some people who had been injured for various reasons also fell to the ground because of excessive blood loss or because they could not hold on.
Facing the tragic scene observed through the telescope, Wei Yanwu gritted his teeth again, frowned and thought deeply for a moment, then took out his walkie-talkie to ask what was happening on the other side, but found that his walkie-talkie had stopped working again.
Turning to look at Chen Fan, he found that he was holding Wu Xiu's walkie-talkie and shook his head helplessly. Wei Yanwu had no choice but to give up the idea of communicating with the administration. After another observation, he picked up the telescope and sighed deeply: "Ha— —That’s all. After all, you’re going to die anyway, when does death stop being dead? Besides, if you really die, the pension that the old bald man will give to that girl will definitely be indispensable.”
Speaking pessimistic words that only he could hear, Wei Yanwu immediately squatted down, took Chen Fan's sticky note and wrote a line on it: "I have a way to get you out of the influence. Xiao Chen, crawl well and keep doing it." Try to pull the trigger, and once you find that you can pull it, don't worry about anything, just remember to make the diva harmless!"
After quickly reading the contents on the note, Chen Fan glanced at Wei Yanwu in confusion, but only received a nod from him.
After pondering for a moment, Chen Fan decided to believe Wei Yanwu's words. He lowered his head and put his eyes on the sniper rifle scope. After aiming at the singer for the third time, he put his finger on the trigger and pressed down hard. After reaching the bend that would cause her to be petrified, Chen Fan Then he stopped and waited for what Wei Yanwu said.
Seeing that Chen Fan was ready to counteract the influence of the singer, Wei Yanwu stood up, first raising his hands flat in front of his chest, then his left hand was back parallel to his shoulder, his elbow was slightly bent, and his right hand was Each finger is curled up to varying degrees, and the head is tilted down to the left, as if holding a violin.
What Chen Fan couldn't see was that Wei Yanwu at this time was very different from the sloppy uncle he had in his previous impression. He exuded the appearance of an elegant and solemn musician. If he could shave off his beard and take good care of his hair, At first glance, the slightly melancholy temperament on his body must be attractive to thousands of girls.
It's a pity that the only people in Tiantai Mountain now are the unconscious Wu Xiu and Chen Fan, who is focused on targeting the singer and doesn't look at him at all.
After silently lamenting in his heart that no one knew the goods, Wei Yanwu took a deep breath, and the illusive and elegant violin faintly appeared in his hands. Then Wei Yanwu gently stroked the strings like a veteran who has been immersed in this art for decades. Just like that, Chen Fan was surprised to find that his fingers could continue to move a little further.
"First Sonata: The Sorrow of That Winter!"
The next moment, Wei Yanwu roared, and began to play like an emperor on the stage. The sad and sad melody played sonorously. In an instant, the singer's voice was distorted, allowing Chen Fan's fingers to Keep pressing down until you can pull the trigger.
Just at the moment when he pulled the trigger, Chen Fan burst into tears for some reason, and suddenly remembered what Wu Xiu said before he fell into coma:
"She did nothing wrong, why should we kill her?"
So in a daze, Chen Fan's gun muzzle shifted slightly, causing the bullet that whizzed out not to go straight to the singer's forehead, but passed by and hit her flying hair.
At this moment, scarlet spider silk suddenly burst out, clinging to the singer's hair, rapidly expanding like a greedy ant colony, covering the singer's body almost instantly, and then under the guidance of independent power He forcibly twisted her posture into a cross shape with her hands outstretched, completely sealing her in the blood-red and transparent cross coffin.
With one eye through the scope, he took one last look at the singer who seemed to be sleeping in the blood coffin. While scanning the crowds of people on the street who were losing strength and falling unconscious, Chen Fan felt a strange feeling in his heart for some reason.
It's not that I feel there's anything wrong like before, I just feel a little bit regretful.
I don't know if it was because the singer was sealed by his own hands, or because he suddenly changed his mind in the end and just wanted to seal the singer.
Just after sighing helplessly, Chen Fan was about to crawl back from the edge of the rooftop, but suddenly he felt his heel touch something soft.
His body stiffened subconsciously for a moment. Chen Fan silently took off the pistol from the belt behind his back, and then suddenly turned around and pointed the gun behind him. However, he only saw Wei Yanwu collapse to the ground at some point, blood dripping from the ground as if for free. There was a gurgling flow from the nose.
"Hey, my mother-in-law!"
Quickly squirming and crawling to Wei Yanwu's side, Chen Fan lay on the ground and took out the medical bag and rummaged around. He finally found the white medicine and bandage to stop the bleeding. He hurriedly sprayed the hemostatic medicine onto the bandage and slowly rolled it into a ball. Tuan's bandage was stuffed into Wei Yanwu's nose.
Fortunately, the bleeding stopped soon after the bandage was inserted. Chen Fan also let out a sigh of relief. He looked at Wu Xiu who was still sleeping in the distance, and helplessly picked up the walkie-talkie on his shoulder while trying to communicate with the administration. After making contact, he slowly climbed back to the edge of the rooftop and prepared to look at the singer through the scope of the sniper rifle.
As a result, before the intercom was connected, Chen Fan saw a thin black shadow coming from nowhere through the scope, quickly approaching the singer who was sealed in the blood coffin.
He subconsciously pulled the trigger, but the only sound that came out was the click of an empty chamber. Chen Fan suddenly remembered that before leaving, the bald director only gave the three of him one special bullet, and the rest did not even have the most basic live ammunition.
With a quick click of his tongue, Chen Fan knew that although the pistol he was issued would not depend on luck like the ordinary ones when it was ten meters away, he would definitely only be able to hear a sound from a thousand meters away. In desperation, he had no choice but to stretch his right hand out to the rooftop. On the edge, looking at the black figure less than a hundred meters away from the singer in the scope, he sneered coldly: "Although I don't know where you come from, but you want to grab something under my nose, it's a little bit... Isn’t that too disrespectful?”
Before he finished speaking, red energy expanded rapidly from Chen Fan's palm, and in the blink of an eye a huge spiral spear was constructed. The entire length was even longer than Chen Fan, Wei Yanwu, and Wu Xiu combined.
"Well, then you try your hand, I am the... Forget it, why are you talking so much nonsense? Just penetrate him, Kungunir!"
The next moment, dazzling red light shot out in an instant, spanning a thousand meters at a speed invisible to the naked eye, and penetrated straight through the black shadow's chest. Then, without waiting for the black shadow to react, violent energy burst out in an unreasonable twist, instantly shattering the black shadow and the cement floor with a radius of five meters.
After doing all this, Chen Fan slowly turned his head and stared at his entire arm, which was torn into cloth-like strips of flesh and blood like the muzzle of an exploding gun, and the bones of his forearm that were completely shattered into nails-sized bones. Overtaken by pain, his body screamed uncontrollably and rolled up on the ground:
"Fuck! Why?! Ah! Damn! The inside of the reservoir is infinite. If the exit is too small, will it still burst?! Shit, shit, shit, shit! It hurts me so much, bastard!!!!!!!" !”
(Kungunir: The weapon of the main god Odin in Norse mythology, its ability is quite simple and powerful, that is, "it will definitely hit the target as soon as it is thrown". It is a magic gun that can penetrate anything it hits. , and then automatically returned to the owner's hand. When the Aesir and the Vanir went to war, it was Odin who took this spear and threw the first blow. According to legend, when the Vikings fought, the commander would first throw the spear at the enemy, that is Inherited since then.
When Odin throws this spear, it will emit a bright light across the sky. People on the ground call it "lightning", and another way of saying it is "meteor". According to the myth, whoever swears an oath to Kungunir will surely have his oath fulfilled. This may be the origin of wishing on a shooting star.
Then, Luoyang began to blockade everywhere yesterday, and shelters were built... Uncle Tong's power is so terrifying! )
