I'm A BUG In A Thriller Game

No.20 Four Days of Opening up Wasteland · I opened my mouth

The Seaver Opera House was originally a typical Gothic building, with a tall and elegant architectural shape, showing grandeur and delicacy.

The two towers point directly to the sky, symbolizing the desire of human beings to communicate with God, conveying the great joy of the human world.

The rebuilt Seaver Opera House retains these two towers, but has carried out more modern repairs and added equipment inside.

Some overly Gothic decorations—such as the small concert hall that Feng Huai and his party saw before them—were either demolished or placed to hide during reconstruction.

The reason is that it does not conform to the current mainstream view, it is more like some kind of sex.

It is said that because of this reason, the operator of the Seaver Opera House once raised objections with relevant government departments and had a big fight in front of the department building, but in the end it was fruitless.

A building that can be called the pinnacle of the Gothic style of art was eventually criticized and even rebuilt because the mainstream of consciousness it represented did not conform to the present. This is simply a bitter irony carved into the building itself.

The pianist looked at the others and told the reason here without any haste.

"Oh my god, it's so beautiful..." Ji Jian sighed, his voice was extraordinarily deep and deep, echoing in this small abandoned concert hall.

Mu Zi slightly nodded in agreement, even if there was no light, she could faintly see how gorgeous and full of vitality this concert hall used to be through the stained glass windows of the dome and the moonlight pouring down.

Only now, everything is dead silent.

She subconsciously walked down the steps step by step, feeling every detail of the concert hall more closely.

In reality, she studied classical music, but she was not a drummer. She was deeply shocked by such a building full of artistic atmosphere, and at the same time, she also understood better why the operators here had such a violent quarrel.

This is the soul of the opera house, but now it hides the soul deeply, lifts the vain and meaningless appearance, and puts it naked under the eyes of the public.

"It's a shame..." Mu Zi murmured.

She reached out and gently stroked the reliefs of alien beasts on the wall. The glazed glass above her head was painted with characters from the Bible. Under the moonlight and flashlight, she looked even more ancient and mysterious.

Trumpeter Zhang Xiaofeng also walked down the steps cautiously. He looked around at the strange beasts on the reliefs, and always felt that these strange beasts seemed to be infused with souls, examining him as he walked.

Zhang Xiaofeng's heart skipped a beat, and he walked more cautiously.

However, the more careful you are, the more accidents are likely to happen. When he descended the steps, his feet slipped, and he screamed "ah", and rolled straight to the bottom.

Feng Huai and Yu Ci hurried over.

Zhang Xiaofeng clutched his swollen forehead and got up in pain, but he didn't bleed or break his skin, so he was lucky.

"Are you okay?" Tan Lin asked.

"I'm just a little dizzy..." Zhang Xiaofeng murmured, shaking unsteadily.

He looked at Tan Lin, and felt that the relief of the strange beast behind Tan Lin was showing more and more teeth and claws, as if it was about to pounce on him.

Startled, he took a big step back.

"What's wrong?" Tan Lin asked in bewilderment, looking back, there was nothing.

"...No, nothing." Zhang Xiaofeng said uncertainly.

Feng Huai looked around, and said to the pianist in a deep voice, "We have visited the old site, so tonight's small game will be over here."

The pianist tilted his head, said "uh", but responded straightforwardly: "Okay, anyway, there is a rehearsal tomorrow, everyone should rest early, and the official performance will be the day after tomorrow."

Hearing this, Zhang Xiaofeng breathed a sigh of relief, and hurriedly nodded in agreement.

As soon as he turned around, he saw that Mu Zi was about to stick face to face with one of the alien beast reliefs. He pulled Mu Zi without thinking, and murmured: "Don't look, let's go. It's late at night What's so good about..."

Mu Zi was staggered by the pull, but she didn't say anything, but obediently followed Zhang Xiaofeng out of the concert hall.

Zhang Xiaofeng didn't notice that Mu Zi seemed much quieter and docile than usual.If it had been placed before, Mu Zi would have thrown her away with a wave of her hand.

So submissive...like a puppet.

Ji Jian fell behind, and was the last one to step on the top step of the concert hall.

"Hoapertolabocaperfartivedereilmortochecamminadentro."

I opened my mouth to show you the walking dead.

"What are you talking about?" Yu Ci paused and turned to look at Ji Jian.

Ji Jian gave a blank "ah", and pointed to the eaves of the concert hall, on which a string of winding characters were engraved: "This says."

"Do you understand?" Feng Huai also came over, he looked at the cursive characters engraved on it, raised his eyebrows, "What do you mean?"

"The game identity has its own skills..." Ji Jian touched his nose and whispered its Chinese meaning.

Tan Lin shivered, shook his head and said, "Never mind what it means, let's get out of here."

Zhang Xiaofeng was so frightened that the corners of his eyes turned red, and he felt more and more that the stone statues of strange beasts at the door seemed to rush towards him, devour him and bite him.

A group of people immediately ran towards the door.

They didn't encounter any more trouble. The night watchman was trapped in the backstage utility room of the stage area, and there was no one guarding the door. They ran out smoothly.

Standing on the street, Feng Huai looked back at the grand theater. Next to the two towering spiers, there were three small spiers, clustered together.

A round of bright and clear full moon hangs high in the sky, and it happens to be located in the middle of the two towers. From a distance, it seems to be lifted in it.

With the moonlight behind the Seaver Opera House, the entire theater was hidden in the darkness, like a silent giant lifting up a coin-sized moon.