Mysterious journey

Putting away his mobile phone, Garen held the fragment and put it into his pocket. Not far away, there was a red building that seemed to be a research building, with almost no one around.

He strolled across the lawn and walked over. The building looked like three rectangular building blocks connected together. Garon walked in from the left side and saw a corridor with a strong classical atmosphere.

There is an arched stone window on the side, and the sunlight shines through the leaves into the corridor. Several students sit directly on the window sill to read or recite things.

Garen walked slowly along the corridor, the sun passing over his body, making him feel cold and hot at times.

"I don't know how long this life can last."

He walked to and sat down on an arched window. The window was more than two meters high and looked gray from the inside. The light illuminated the window sill bright yellow.

He checked the time. It was now past ten o'clock in the morning.

Life is calm again.

The bald man, the fighting club, the vampires and the witches were all left behind by him.

Garen just straightened one leg and bent the other, just sitting on the window sill, basking in the sun. The warm sunshine shone on him, making him feel so comfortable that he wanted to sleep.

"How long has it been since I had such a comfortable sleep?" A girl behind her was speaking, with a strong Dorian accent.

"Then why don't you sleep a little longer?" Another girl said with a smile.

"There is no way, there is not enough time. If I have time, I can sleep from one night to the next night!"

The two left the corridor laughing.

Garen didn't turn around to look, he just sat on the window sill and listened.

"How long has it been since I had a full night's sleep?" he asked himself.

He has been practicing the Killing Hand since he was a child. This magic skill, one of the forty-two demon kings, has brought him mysterious power, but it has also prevented him from having a good and thorough sleep for so many years. Even in the totem world before, he often rested and slept, but now he couldn't.

After sitting on the window sill for two hours, Garen finally came back to his senses until the sound of people coming out of the building woke him up.

There was a beeping text message, and he took out his phone and looked at it.

It's Messi.

"Do you want to go to lunch? We plan to socialize with the beauties in the dormitory and drive out for an outing. How about it? Do you want to go?"

"You guys go ahead, I want to go back to the dormitory and take a rest." Garen thought for a moment and replied directly.

It has been some time since he entered the third level of the Killing Hand, but now it seems that there is no movement in the third level, and there is no sign of promotion.

"rest?"

"Well, I'm a little sleepy."

"Okay, let's go out first."

"have fun."

Garen put down his cell phone and looked into the distance. The teapot-shaped red building across a lawn was being passed by a sparse flow of students, most of whom were going to the cafeteria or walking outside the school.

Life was peaceful, there was no extraordinary power, just a completely ordinary environment, and he enjoyed this tranquility very much.

After buying a sandwich and a box of juice in the cafeteria, and having a casual lunch, Galen took the car back to the dormitory. During the weekend, there was almost no one in the dormitory, empty except for a few people.

Sitting on a stool next to the door was a boy wearing a white T-shirt and jeans, holding a guitar with one leg crossed and playing quietly.

The voice was clear and moving, and his expression was very focused. Garen and a few others listened for a while and felt that they were completely at peace.

Suddenly feeling like he had nothing to do, Garen lazily went upstairs and heard the sound of eggs being fried from the public kitchen, and there was a faint aroma.

He took out the key and opened the door, walked in, and found that no one was in the dormitory. He closed the door, went to his bedroom to find the violin case, and carried it to the balcony.

He took out the brown-red violin from the case, gently put rosin on the tail of the bow, adjusted it tightly, and then held the body of the violin on his shoulders.

Zi.

A crisp short piano sound.

He began to focus on tuning the strings one by one, and then tightened the strings one by one. The strings of the violin need to be loosened when the violin is not played, and re-tightened when the violin needs to be played.

"What are you playing?" He recalled the music he knew. Suddenly he became interested and made a light stroke.

Suddenly, a song sliding in the rain gently flowed out of the piano body.

The sound is long and clear, without any blur or drag, as if a clear spring in the mountains is slowly flowing out, continuously and without pause.

Dang!

In an instant, a piano sound suddenly came from a dormitory not far away, as if catering to it, gently echoing the rhythm of the violin.

Garen's eyes were slightly closed, and the piano on his shoulder seemed to be groaning, the bow was sliding, and a trace of unconscious power was naturally released.

His piano sound gradually became a little weird, and the piano over there seemed to be a little affected. The sound unconsciously lost its spirituality, and became played purely to accompany him.

Garen suddenly woke up, and his bowing suddenly stopped.

He raised his bow and looked at the reflection from the sun.

This is a magical sound

Death Sonata.

Clang, clang, clang! ! !

The sound of the piano not far away paused sharply and suddenly became completely silent.

Soon there were bursts of exclamations, and then the sound of the school doctor's ambulance came closer and closer.

Garen walked to the window and looked at the white ambulance below carrying a young girl with long hair shawl.

The light shines on his face, reflecting the variable range of light and dark.

It is because of this that he plays the piano less and less. These hands seem to have some kind of terrifying magic power, and the sound they make will bring those who are immersed in it into the abyss of pain.

Garen lifted the violin and placed it in front of his eyes. In an instant, he seemed to see a blood-red eye in the middle of the body.

It was a vertical eye, white and bloodshot.

those are his eyes

"Has this violin been infected by me too?" Garen stroked the violin helplessly.

This piano is a precious gift given to him by his mother in this world. It is worth a lot of money. It is said that the master Varna once played it.

But now, this piano seems to be tainted with the aura of his magic power.

"The Forty-Two Demon Kings are really hard to grasp." He murmured and put the piano away again.

Just lying on my back on the deck chair on the balcony, basking in the warm sunshine.

Under the sunlight, he was so comfortable that he almost fell asleep.

The wind was blowing on his face, which was very warm. Garen opened his eyes and found that he had been sleeping on the recliner for a long time without knowing it.

He stood up, walked to the bathroom mirror on the balcony, lowered his head and turned on the faucet, took some water and wiped his face.

The water is also very warm, not refreshing at all.

He raised his head and looked in 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 dad? Mom's not here either. You promised to take me out to play?"

It was a little girl's voice, which sounded familiar, but Garen couldn't remember who it was.

He wanted to turn his head sideways, but found that this extremely simple movement was completely impossible to do at this time. His neck was as stiff as a cramp and he could not move.

He could only look towards the living room with the corner of his eye. There seemed to be a black shadow over there, and the black shadow was getting closer and closer to him.

"Brother, you promised to take me out to play."

"Dad is not here, and neither is mom. Brother, you promised to take me out to play."

The little girl's voice came from the black shadow.

Garen felt that the black shadow was approaching him, slowly getting closer and closer. A sense of indescribable fear filled his heart.

He could feel the black shadow approaching his side, but he couldn't turn his head and could only look at it with the corner of his eye.

He felt that the black shadow was standing behind him, and the little girl's voice was behind him, very close, but the skin there was covered with goosebumps, as if something cold and cold was slowly creeping up.

"Brother, you promised to take me out to play."

Garen didn't know why he was afraid. He could feel that something seemed to be getting closer and closer to him. He didn't know what it was.

"Gallon. Gallon"

It was as if a voice was calling his name.

"Gallon. Wake up, Galleon!"

Yes, someone was calling his name.

"Brother said he would take me out to play." The black shadow was surrounding and beating around him. He could feel that the thing was right next to him, very close.

"Garen! Wake up."

Garen opened his eyes suddenly, and he saw a large white face with a red bean on his nose, brown eyebrows, and short brown hair.

"Messi."

Only then did he realize that he had actually fallen asleep on the couch, lying on his back alone with his head tilted to one side.

"Did I fall asleep?"

"Of course." Messi was wearing a formal-looking black suit. "I came back from the evening party, and you actually fell asleep on the balcony."

"Really?" Garen straightened up and wiped his face with both hands.

That dream just now.

"What's wrong with you? Do you have a nightmare? Do you want a girl to comfort you?" Messi winked at him.

"Go away, I'm fine." Garen smiled and cursed, but his face felt a little numb, and he didn't know why.

"Take care of yourself, to be honest, your face looks ugly." Messi said with a frown.

"Looking ugly?" Garen was startled. He stood up, walked to the mirror, and looked at his own image in it.

An almost bloodless face suddenly came into view.

"You have a good rest and relax. I'm going to take a shower." Messi shook his head, feeling that something was wrong with Galleons today. But everyone has their own space and privacy, and it’s not easy for him to ask too many questions.

"I'm fine." Garen used the secret weapon and controlled the flow of Qi and blood for a few rounds, and the color on his face suddenly returned to normal.

Listen to Messi's footsteps walking away.

He turned on the water and wiped his face. He suddenly felt more awake. The water was ice cold and flowed down.

He found a towel and washed his face, then walked to the window and looked down. There were a few couples sitting sparsely on the lawn under the street lights.

A white convertible sports car parked slowly in front of the dormitory building. A girl in white clothes was driving the car and waving to the boys who got out of the car.