interstellar player

Chapter 81 Chapter 79

"Little Sangsang, it's not good, take a look!" The rabbit boy hurriedly showed his Xingwang client to Sang Yan, who frowned after looking at it for a few times.

The article "I beg you to block the ancient music" tells the same as the title, how his wife became fascinated by the ancient music, and how she became bewildered after listening to the ancient music, and finally committed suicide at home .The article is told in a straightforward tone without any modifiers, and there are many typos, but it is precisely because of this straightforwardness that people think it is true, without any suspicion of hype.

Although this article is extremely true in terms of tone, the first feeling of the public when they read this article is definitely disbelief.

Can music played by ordinary people trigger suicide?How can it be?Legato music can't do it, this must be a joke!You are belittling the status of performer music by exalting the status of ancient music!Don't think that we can't see it if you change your method!Readers' eyes are discerning!

So the beginning of the message under this article is as follows:

I feel sorry for the disappointment of the tweeter, please express my condolences, but ancient music can't do this!

Condolences to the Lord, but you can't use the performer's music to speak out!

Not forgetting to praise the ancient music and the music of the derogator after pushing the dead wife, it is a proper high-end black!

Everyone feels sorry for the tweeter who lost his wife, but they don't think that Gu Music is the culprit. It wasn't until... the message turned around that everyone began to wonder if Gu Music really had such a curse?

comment:

My boyfriend has been acting very depressed recently, maybe he is also influenced by ancient music!He just went wrong after listening to the ancient music concert!

Don't listen to ancient music! !That is the voice of the devil! !Today's suicide rate is 22% higher than before, and the finger is directed at ancient music!

Thinking about it carefully... Is it too late for me to persuade my friends not to listen to ancient music?

Why doesn't this kind of music that kills people come down sooner! !

Is ancient music really that powerful?How do you see that the comments are more powerful than the performer's music!

……

It is said that three people become tigers, and far more than three people in the comments complain about the negative consequences of ancient music. Such accusations are not disgusting but curious. Ancient music is more contagious than performer music?Is ancient music really that powerful?

People who don’t believe that ancient music can cause dark emotions have listened to ancient music after reading the comments. Recently, the most popular "GLOOMY SUNDAY" really feels creepy. Although the song is not complete and only 2 minutes long, it is enough for them to feel into strong emotions.

"I beg you to block the ancient music" is getting more and more popular, and its influence is getting bigger and bigger. Even if it is reasonable to think that ancient music will not have such a big impact, it is gradually shaken by so many people saying that ancient music is really true. Is that great?Ancient music is really comparable to the music of performers!

"Little Sangsang, is your song really that good?"

Jing Sheng's question.

"maybe……"

"But a lot of people said that something happened because of the ancient music, and some people said that the ancient music is more infectious than the music of the performer."

"A matter of personal preference."

Sang Yan never thought that he must compete with the player's music, all he has been doing is to show ancient music.However, the status of performers in this world is so high that the performer's music is highly sought after. When his completely different music mode appears, performer's music naturally excludes him.

What he has been doing is just showing ancient music, but every time his opponent happens to be the performer.

"I'm going to ask for two days off. I'm going to trouble you with the matter on Starnet." After saying that, he took his bag and went out.

"Wait, little Sangsang, are you leaving now? Does my brother know?"

"Tell him for me that I'll be back soon."

Even if the subtext of this sentence...Jing Yuzhi doesn't know.

So... His brother was abandoned...

_Jing Cheng's face was gloomy, and he couldn't help roaring inwardly.

Brother, why haven't you caught up with Sang Yan yet! ! ! !Can it work? !

Sang Yan was in a hurry to go out for nothing else but to go home next time.The teenager who failed to contact Sangqin for more than twelve hours always had an ominous premonition in his heart.

Hurriedly boarding the interstellar shuttle and rushing towards home, Sang Yan didn't notice that there was a light that had been following him since he got off the shuttle.

——The target person is captured, and the mission begins——

"Mom, I'm back!"

Opening the door and talking, he panted slightly, but he didn't get the usual response.

The furrowed brows could not be relieved, he closed the door, and walked towards the bedroom with not easy steps.

Walking to the bedroom door, he took a deep breath and opened the door.

With wide-open pupils and slightly trembling hands, the whole person was covered with gray emotions in disbelief, as if the world had betrayed him and he couldn't accept the reality he saw.

The person in the young man's sight was sleeping peacefully on the bed, quietly and peacefully, the warm light from the window shone on the sleeping person, as if a thin soft yellow blanket had been sprinkled on him, warm Warm and quiet.But that blanket is also a hymn from the heavens.

Approaching slowly step by step, he picked up the Xingwang client that had fallen on the ground, and the picture in it was frozen in the live broadcast room of the ancient music concert.

There was a glass of water on the bedside table and a recipe filled with notes. Pick it up and look through it. Every sentence and comment on it represented the other party's full love for the boy when preparing the recipe.

'Xiaoyan likes to eat this kind of food. ''Let's make this for Xiaoyan next time~''Less salt tastes better! '...

Flipping through the pages, the boy couldn't restrain the trembling of his hands.The hand holding the cookbook was getting harder and harder until the blue veins on the back of his hand were all bulging, until his hand could no longer hold the recipe because of too much force. With a 'snap', the recipe fell to the ground and there was no life in the whole place. It became the only sound in the room, hitting the depths of the soul.

The body slowly slid to the ground, the young man clenched his fists tightly, and the drooping hair covered his eyes, but even without the cover of the hair ends, the young man still couldn't see everything in front of him clearly. His eyes had long been covered with tears. blurred vision.

Silent sobbing, silent grief, silent farewell.

The gentle soft light, the peaceful sleeping face, the tears in the corners of the eyes.

So far, I have never heard that gentle person say "Xiaoyan, you are back", and I have never seen that gentle person busy at home again.

Sang Qin has already left, this time will be forever.

Sang Yan couldn't accept this fact. He knew that Sang Qin would leave him soon, but he didn't expect this eternal farewell to come so fast, so close...he wasn't ready to live alone again.

Sang Qin's gentleness, Sang Qin's smile, and Sang Qin's temperature, he can no longer feel all of these.

At the beginning, he readily accepted everything about Sangqin, and over time, he became attached to Sangqin, but at this moment, God took back everything that was given to him, without even a warning. Looking back, he will live alone with Cumin in gray space.

Silent, ruthless, without temperature.

Sang Yan never cried, never had an emotion called heartache, but today he understood why he cried and why his heart throbbed.

But if he could, he would rather choose never to know why.

"Mother……"

There was a slight hoarseness in the voice, and the last two words that were confided gently seemed to be the last farewell.

Close your eyes tightly, squeeze out the water that has not yet drained, and then open your eyes, the eyes that were originally full of sadness are clear again.

Standing up, his expression was as calm as before, as if nothing had happened, it was the same as before, no... it was more sharp than before.

Taking a deep breath, the clenched fist gradually relaxed.

He opened his mouth slowly, pouring out his undisguised mental power, forming the most powerful speech spirit.

"Tell me the truth about her death."

The simple words converged into an order that could not be refused, and the images of scenes that happened in the past were dug out, and Sang Yan saw the plan that the other party thought was perfect.Every time he watched one more scene, the boy's relaxed hand clenched a little more until the palm of his hand was scratched with obvious bloodstains.

good very good……

His expression gradually turned cold, like frost, like eternal night, with a murderous air in his ruthless expression.

——Target person capturing, aiming——

The sniper in the distance had been watching Sang Yan for a long time, and aimed his gun at the opponent's heart, ready to kill him with one shot.

——Shoot ready, three, two...! ——

The movement of the target can be clearly observed through the scope, and it is confirmed that the target is relatively still. When the sniper thinks that he has found the best time and is about to pull the trigger, he actually sees the target lift up. She nodded and smiled in his direction!

His hand trembled and he failed to pull the trigger.

The sniper burst into a cold sweat, he must have misread just now!How could Sang Yan find him?

Returning to his senses, he continued to aim at the target object, but he couldn't catch the opponent's figure through the scope.There are no rooms, no streets, no tiny corners, where did Sang Yan go?

Just when the sniper was wondering, he heard a voice that made his hands and feet cold again.

"Are you looking for me?"

The sniper looked at the owner of the voice with a look of surprise, so surprised that he couldn't even hold the gun firmly.

Sangsang, Sangsang... Sangyan!

Looking at the room in disbelief, and looking at the person in front of him in disbelief, the sniper still didn't understand how Sang Yan moved around him in a few seconds.

No matter how surprised he was, the experienced sniper didn't wonder about this question for long, and raised his gun to aim at Sang Yan. He didn't even need to aim at such a short distance, and directly pulled the trigger.

"Invalid." Sang Yan softly said two words that only he could understand.

The suppressed gun didn't make any sound, but... Sang Yan didn't suffer any damage.

The sniper's eyes widened, almost popping out.

The bullet he fired was at a perfect [-]-degree angle to the boy, obediently still at a distance of ten centimeters in front of the boy, and could not get any closer!

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