After I died, I became a cat

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"……what on earth is it?!"

The high unknown existence finally shouted out in surprise.

"Why are these idiots still singing?!"

In the trial court on the top of the cloud, the movements of the eleven archangels stopped suddenly, their faces were still as bright and majestic as the sun, but the twelve golden wings that released light in a rapid rhythm clearly showed their anger.

Different from these archangels, in the jury seat, the ordinary angels with unclear faces did not speak, but the frequency of flapping their wings seemed to be communicating.

The pure white clouds slowly drifted past. When the clouds moved away, there seemed to be a few less cherubs and ordinary angels on the jury seats.

The unknown did not notice this.

It's still in disbelief.

The power of unknown existence comes from people in this world and will act according to its rules.

Saying this may make it difficult for people born in a non-mystical world to understand, but in the mystical field, the characteristics of idealism are very obvious.

Not so long ago, an unknown being held the hearts of all the people in this world.But just now, many people's minds escaped its control.

This should not be surprising, even if it is, it can rarely grasp 100% of people's hearts at all times.

But, but, at this moment, tonight, when Guangming Mountain fell, people's hearts are doing their best, and it should be like this.

...But there are exceptions to everything. Untouchables appear regardless of time and place. If you just encounter this kind of thing, the unknown existence is not unacceptable, nor is it unsolvable. However, however.

After it directly sentenced the two untouchables to death in accordance with the committee's method, more untouchables appeared soon.

This simply makes the unknown existence incomprehensible.

If untouchables are found, they are arrested, no visits are allowed, no more reports about them are allowed, and their contact with the outside world is cut off. This is the Silent Detention Center. The committee has given the unknown existence the first ability. It is this ability. , let it quickly notice Victor Punk's invasion and arrest him.

The interrogation of a small number of prisoners in the detention center gave the unknown being a second ability, which is to read the brains of the captured.The unknown therefore learned of the existence of PU Investigation Services from Victor Punk.

But detention and interrogation alone cannot make someone surrender.Then, since it is impossible to subdue people consciously, the only way left for the committee is to subdue the prisoners physically.This gave Unknown a third ability, giving it the ability to control the life and death of prisoners.

Although these three abilities cannot allow it to grasp 100% of the human heart at all times, as long as it needs it, these three abilities can help it create the moment when it grasps [-]% of the human heart.

That is the most powerful moment of the unknown existence.

At that moment, even if it was to face the black cat that would bring it indescribable fear, it had the guts to try it.

...In the thinking of unknown beings, things should develop like this.

What it didn't expect was that even if it killed the first person, the second person, the third person... the singing still didn't stop.

They are all prisoners of the Silent Detention Center.

Before the group of prisoners spoke, they should have sensed what happened to the last person who spoke.

"...So, why?"

Even if it was decisive and immediately sentenced to death for those who spoke one after another, and silenced the singing inside the Silent Detention Center, the unknown existence was still furious.But in order to face a strong enemy, it can only restrain its anger and think carefully.

The unknown existence quickly understood what was going on. Even if the collapse of the ether was blocked by "silence" for a moment, the resulting disaster still caught people by surprise.In the face of such a disaster, they are completely powerless to resist, unable to do anything, so that they are too idle.

Gotta find something for people to do.

In the Yunding Tribunal, the twelve-winged archangel standing in the center had already pointed the golden cross long sword at Chen Erhuang. Because of the unknown existence of sudden changes, he snapped his fingers and summoned the baton from the ether. Swipe it lightly.

In an instant, "Mountain of Light" played in the sky.

In the sea of ​​clouds, the angels with blurred faces calmed down, closed their eyes, and sang in unison.

"Mountain of Light—"

"Mountain of Light—"

"In front of you and me, the mountain of light—"

"Sparkling, Mountain of Light—"

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Guangming Mountain.

With a gloomy face, Ye Weidan finally climbed out of the silent detention center and returned to the ground.

On his back was a little girl covered in ashes and blood, the only living person he rescued from the Silent Detention Center.

When the others suddenly sang, the little girl was still in a coma. Otherwise, even if she was the only living person, Ye Weidan might not be able to save her.

"God damn the whole mountain collapsed?"

After coming out, Ye Weidan realized what had happened, and his fingers with a long wound couldn't help twitching, wanting to hug the cat in his arms so that he wouldn't be nervous.

But he was also worried that the blood stains would stick to Chen Erhang's fur, so he hesitated for a moment and gave up.

At this time, several people found him.

Ye Weidan heard the footsteps, turned around, and saw a few familiar guys approaching him, surprised and said to him, "You are...the one who took Marlon to escape?"

Ye Weidan was taken aback for a moment, and glanced at their apparently identical performance uniforms with Mu Lun, and realized that these guys were members of the Shining Star Performance Troupe.

At the foot of the ruined Guangming Mountain, people who survived the collapse of the ether gathered here.Many people chanted "Mountain of Light" in low voices, but the ruins, the ruins that were old and broken but still beautiful as works of art, the ruins that seemed to be strange castles made of citrines, big and small, Unmoved by the singing, no new light was emitted.

But people still sing.

It may be a reluctance to give up hope.

It may also be a reluctance to accept reality.

Ye Weidan didn't think about it that much, he still hasn't understood the worldview of this world.

Those bright star musicians were very happy to see him, and asked expectantly but anxiously: "You were imprisoned in the Silent Detention Center with Mullen, right? We heard that from a soldier before our performance."

"Surely the Silent Detention Center is under Guangming Mountain? There have been rumors like this..."

"What Mullen said in the Silent Detention Center, the previous collapse of the ether should not affect him? How did you get out? How is Mullen?"

"he died."

Hearing these people's questions, Ye Weidan answered without thinking at all.

"That guy should be pretty good. After all, he's such a big trouble, he's really going to cause trouble, even if we die...what?" the fourth person said happily, halfway through, he suddenly reacted.

The few shining star musicians and singers who gathered around were stunned, staring blankly at Ye Weidan, as if seeing a meteorite falling from the sky and hitting the top of his head, with an expression of disbelief.

Ye Weidan didn't care whether they believed it or not, he glanced away and heard some people on the right calling a doctor to an old woman, picked up the unconscious little girl, and walked over there.

He walked several steps before the four brilliant star musicians and singers suddenly woke up and chased after him, shouting, "Wait!"

"Wait!" The other three also caught up.

"He, Marlon, he..."

"How did he die?"

"I don't know." Ye Weidan replied, "How did I know, I died suddenly while singing."

"Died all of a sudden?"

"How is that possible? Mullen is in good health."

"Hey, what did you do?"

"Wait, singing... what did he sing?"

When a musician asked this question, the other three suddenly fell silent after thinking of something.

"He," the musician was deliberating, trying his best to avoid words that might attract some people's attention, and asked Ye Weidan, "Did he not sing... forgot to sing "Mountain of Light"?"

Ye Weidan didn't even know which song "Mountain of Light" was.

While the 17-year-old boy was thinking about how to answer, there were shouts calling for those musicians and singers in the distance.

That was the voice of the group leader, and the musicians and singers could only turn around and leave.They returned to their own people in silence, surrounded by the surviving members of the Shining Star Performance Troupe.

And that, the Matthew family who took the position of the chief singer of tonight's show.

"We can't just sit around!" said the young man from the Matthew family, "Let's start again, continue tonight's performance, we want to recast Guangming Mountain!"

Hearing someone stand up to propose, most of the restless musicians and singers immediately found their backbone. People in this world have the habit of carrying musical instruments with them. They quickly borrowed some and began to play well-trained.

The youth of the Matthew family raised his head: "Mountain of Light—"

Guangming Mountain remains unchanged.

The surviving musicians of the Shining Star Performance Troupe, as well as the people who had heard the prelude, spoke together: "Mountain of Light—"

Guangming Mountain remains bleak.

They all sang it in unison, and then, without a pause, they sang it again from the beginning.

Over and over again, the singing echoed in Guangming Mountain and echoed in Guangming Mountain's remains.

I don't know how many times, the mood was full of enthusiasm at the beginning, but now, people just repeat it numbly.

Only the musician who asked Ye Weidan before, plucked the strings with his fingers, watched the crowd, and found himself unable to blend in.

He lost his mind, played several notes wrongly, and stopped.

Then he found that the three people who were with him just now stopped at the same time.

They looked at each other, exchanged glances, but no one spoke.Then they looked away again, the musicians lowered their heads, and naturally plucked the strings again.

An organist sitting next to him was startled when he heard the music.

That is not the melody of "Mountain of Light", but a very strange melody.

"Akeli," the organist asked blankly, "what are you playing?"

"Mullen," the musician named Akeli answered irrelevantly, "is really not good at keeping secrets."

"What?"

"Many people in the group actually know what he is obsessed with these days, and everyone sees it and doesn't tell it."

"Hey?"

The dull organ player who didn't know what Mullen had been obsessed with recently made a puzzled single note at a loss.Not far away, standing among the chorus, a singer who had looked at Akeli before sang lyrics that disrupted the chorus.

"The magnificent spectacle, the scene of civilization, is clearly one of them.

"Being proud of it and being proud of others seems to have nothing to do with me."

Another singer followed closely and sang a line that originally belonged to "Mountain of Light".

"You can only stand on flat ground and watch the sun rise behind the ridgeline."

The two singers sang together:

"Singing for brilliance, praising hope, together, playing the piano and dancing, happiness is natural."

Then the musician Akeli plucked the strings and said hoarsely:

"But in that case, why are you silent?"

"That's probably because I'm a villain."

The noise that disrupted the chorus was obviously drowned out by the melody of "Mountain of Light", but for some reason, no matter how far away it was, as long as it was at the foot of Mount Guangming, everyone here could hear it.

In the distance, watching the doctor bandage the little girl, Ye Weidan suddenly turned around, and felt that this song seemed familiar.At the edge of the gathered crowd, Master Wilmot raised his head and listened, tears streaming down his face unconsciously.

The performance of the entire performance troupe stopped, and the young man of the Matthew family who had been working hard to lead the singing took a breath, and said angrily: "Who? Who was singing something else just now?! It's this time, and you don't care about Guangming Mountain at all, Don't want to restore the light—”

His roar was interrupted by a renewed melody.

But the melody that resounded was not the melody of "Mountain of Light".

In the chorus, men and women, more than a dozen young singers sang in unison, regardless of the surprised eyes of other singers.

"A lot of age, hypocritical and contrived.

"At the end of his life, stupid and vicious."

The female singers sang loudly:

"But did I do anything?"

The male singers co-authored in a low voice:

"But did I do anything?"

They sing in unison:

"I didn't speak, I really didn't speak.

"That's not singing, that's my tears.

"That's not singing, that's my blood spurting.

"That's not singing, that's my exploding heart!"

The melody pauses here.

After a while, someone played sporadic piano sounds and chanted softly.

The leader of the Shining Star Performance Troupe covered his face and sighed along with his troupe members.

"But there was no sound from the drops, no sound from the shots, no sound from the explosions, nothing happened.

"As you wish, I am dead.

"Why do you call me a rebel, the son of rebellion?"

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The author has something to say:

Thanks to the little angels who voted for me or irrigated the nutrient solution~

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