Absolute Persona [Unlimited]

The ears were covered with thick palms, and the outside sound became hazy, only the applause similar to the sound effect of cans was clearly audible.

It was played by No. 099 for him alone.

The faint and faint mechanical sounds were sparse, celebrating for him that his human partner finally cooperated actively in the current scene, and took a gratifying first step.

In fact, Jiang Jian is not afraid.At the moment when the sound of the violin reverberated, Song Zhifan screamed and hid behind Wen Sidai, Zhong Xun turned around to protect him, and he himself calmly recognized the unique timbre and the uniqueness of the sound that belonged to the violin Approximate orientation.

On the contrary, what is incredible is Zhong Xun's actions.

His unafraid eyes met Zhong Xun, and he saw a tremor in those eyes reflecting his own reflection.

The more he trembled, the tighter his hand was attached to his ear.

In his opinion, this is a kind of panic and tension in the physiological sense. On the one hand, this kind of emotion does not seem to belong to Zhong Xun, or to a strong person from the perspective of others; on the other hand... Jiang Jian felt that Zhong Xun was looking at another person through himself, or in other words, he regarded himself as someone else——

The person Zhong Xun really cared about.

Does he resemble that person?

Jiang Jian also had a premonition in her heart, but it was never stronger than now.And after knowing that he and Zhong Xun might come from the same world under the same cosmic time, these thoughts gradually poured into other shapes in his heart, some random thoughts that he couldn't distinguish the meaning of.

Indistinguishable, indescribable, this kind of feeling has been so common in his life in the past 20 years that he can hardly detect it when he feels his resistance to this state.

repulsed, offended, unhappy...

The ever-changing emotional colors converged on Jiang Jian, only turning into a single black and white tone.

——The chest is a little stuffy.

The sound of the piano was still playing intermittently. Jiang Jian tried to grasp something from the melody, but it was blurred because of the hands covering her.

He wanted to move Zhong Xun's wrist away, but he was afraid that his movements would be too obvious, which would affect the judgment of the suitability of the character design, so he slightly bent his elbow, his fingers sneaked into Zhong Xun's palm, and tapped.

Feel like a cat scratching.

Zhong Xun lowered his eyes and focused on Jiang Jian's eyes: "What's wrong?"

He frowned, looking for the coquettish tone of the TV series in his memory, he tugged at the corner of Zhong Xun's clothes: "Brother, let go, I can't hear anything."

Zhong Xun: "..."

With the coldest expression and the most coquettish words, it's so fucking scary.

He withdrew his hand, flicked Jiang Jian's forehead lightly, turned and walked forward.

Seeing Zhong Xun leave, Song Zhihui jumped to Jiang Jian's side, clutching his sleeve tightly.

Seeing this, Wen Sidai quickly followed Zhong Xun.

The four of them walked in two rows, the shadows huddled together, and walked cautiously in the direction of the sound of the piano.

Ma Shang answered a call, grabbed his cell phone and got up in a hurry, while getting dressed, he ran towards the infirmary.The whole floor of the room over there was lent to the police tonight, and he really didn't know why he was asked to come here in the middle of the night.

The smell of blood in the air has dissipated, replaced by a sense of severity and chill.

He looked around at the door of the infirmary. On the ground, Zhou Xinghai's body had been removed, leaving only the police cordon and the outline of the body. Captain Tang of the Criminal Police Brigade of City Y stood at the door, looking at him with a livid face.

"Director Ma, there was a power outage just now." Tang Yin said seriously, "Is it your school's routine power outage investigation or what?"

Looking into his sleepy eyes, Ma Shang said doubtfully: "Our routine circuit inspections are all carried out on weekends. There shouldn't be a power outage."

"Your whole school is turned off, how can you find out? Our work here is not over yet, the WiFi was not connected just now, and the report from the trace inspection department has not been received."

Tang Yin rubbed his temples, feeling a little helpless.

His intuition told him that Shuguang No. [-] Middle School was not that simple.

Ma Shang opened his mouth and faltered for a while: "Team Tang, it's like this. Our school has an upper limit on the number of network connections, and the robots are also connected to the Internet. It should be impossible to connect after reaching the upper limit. Are you thinking too much? You see, this kind of vicious incident just happened in our school, and the police haven’t withdrawn, so no one will continue to commit crimes against the wind, right?”

As he spoke, sweat rolled down faintly.

"What are you nervous about?"

Tang Yin glanced at him, but didn't say what should follow the rhetorical question: If you don't have ghosts in your heart, there is no need to be afraid in front of them.

He rolled his eyes and sighed deeply: "I don't know when the case will be closed. I am worried that it will affect the students' study preparation."

Tang Yin frowned, and raised his voice a little: "Is it true that the only thing your school has to do is to take the entrance examination? Which is more important, the personal safety of the students or the future prospects?"

He picked up a stack of documents from the table and threw them in front of Ma Shang angrily.

"I think you know more about the number of suicides and attempted suicides in Dawn No. [-] Middle School in the past few years. The law enforcement recorder shows that in each case, you came forward and reached a consensus with the parents." Tang Yin still maintained the original volume, But with a bit of coercion, "If any case is found to be related to this case, or to be investigated together, Director Ma, your innocuous concerns will have to be postponed for a while."

The overhead light in the infirmary flickered, and Ma Shang's heart also trembled.

After Zhou Xinghai died, he heard rumors among the students not to approach the infirmary late at night. Goosebumps instantly covered his entire arm, and the ceiling seemed to be spinning.

Only Captain Tang, who believed in Marxism, was unmoved and asked him in the middle of the night: "I heard from the principal that you are solely responsible for promoting the student management system currently used by the school. Why did my colleague's investigation say that this company does not exist?" Woolen cloth?"

Ma Shang's eyes widened: "No... I just talked to the person in charge this afternoon?"

The fifth floor of the Art and Sports Center.

Jiang Jian, who only believed in science but not in ghosts and gods, boldly walked to the front.

They passed by the doors of several music classrooms, and then there were small piano rooms.

Piano, violin, cello, flute, trumpet... The signs on the door seem to have been classified according to strings, brass, percussion, etc. Some signs have been turned over, leaving only the solid color back.Looking in through the narrow glass window on the door, the floor of the piano room is now covered with dust accumulated over the years. At first glance, several piano rooms are empty, as if there is no difference.

When the four of them approached the piano room area, the treacherous piano sound suddenly stopped.

"What?" Song Zhihui tilted his head and pricked up his ears, "We are all here, why don't you perform anymore?"

Wen Sidai stood where she was, and said softly, "If you hear me right, the sound of the piano just now should be a scale. Teacher Yin wants to strengthen patrols, is it because he heard the sound of the piano at night?"

Song Zhi turned his head and glanced at her: "Do you think anyone cares about you?"

The young couple had already launched an investigation in the piano room like no one else was there.

Zhong Xun walked around the corridor like a walk, and kicked open all the doors that could be opened with one kick. When he reached the end, he turned and pointed to one of them: "Only this one is relatively the cleanest."

Jiang Jian also stopped in front of the same door, remembering the direction and distance of the sound by feeling.

He reached out to the flipped sign next to the door, turned it to the front, and said "Violin Only" was written in Arial on it, and put it back with the front facing outward, his eyes slowly falling on the doorknob.

It is a rectangular touch screen smart door lock.

"Is this room?" Song Zhifan stretched his neck, stood on tiptoe, took a look through the cracks in the glass, his eyelids jumped violently, and asked in a trembling voice, "Wait a minute, there are no instruments or equipment inside! Where did the sound come from?"

Even though he has experienced "rebirth", he is still afraid of such unimaginable things.

Thinking that Zhong Xun's first choice for shelter must be Jiang Jian, he subconsciously leaned towards Wen Sidai's side.

"Xiao Song." Jiang Jian called him, and Song Zhihui paused, "Do you still remember the rumors about the Art and Sports Center that you copied in your notebook?"

Jiang Jian's cold and indifferent voice was particularly calming in the dark corridor.Song Zhi went back and thought about it, and said, "Uh... don't go to the ghost practicing piano in the middle of the night, and the piano room with the locked door."

After finishing speaking, he turned his head and glanced at the door that Zhong Xun kicked open along the way.

...Okay, it seems that the sound of the night shift and the locked piano room come from the same place.

Jiang Jian raised her fingertips and pressed them on the touch screen of the smart door lock.

However, nothing appeared on the display that was supposed to light up numbers or letters.He glanced at his palm, thought for a moment, turned his palm and pressed it directly.

Still nothing happened.

The touch screen was still dark and never turned on, and there was no beep.

"Could it be that there is no electricity?" Wen Sidai pressed the hem of her skirt, walked to the side behind Jiang Jian, and took a look with her probe, "My friends outside probably installed this kind of lock in their house, and the batteries are usually changed inside. If the battery is dead, it cannot be opened from the outside.”

"Hush." ​​Jiang Jian withdrew her hand, put her finger up and put it on the tip of her nose, "There is a voice."

There was a faint creaking sound from the door lock, like the rotation of gears, or mechanical friction, like a machine that had been silent for a long time, was restarted by someone, the bearings were running, and the parts were jerky, and they were running into each other.

The night amplifies the sense of hearing.

By the moonlight, only the outlines of each other can be seen slightly, and the sound from the door, in this deep night, seems to be hiding in the dark a machine that is brewing to devour everything, starting the program of destroying the world.

Jiang Jian slightly arched her back and lowered her center of gravity.

He smelled danger.

In the next second, the door lock device flashed a dazzling light!

In the light, the touch screen door lock spreads like a mosaic to the surrounding door frames.

Like a black box that was opened in an instant, the entire facade was flipped, folded and integrated at lightning speed, and spliced ​​together into an unexpected appearance!

The door lock, along with the entire door, transformed into a majestic Punisher, looking down at them!

Jiang Jian's nose was already attached to the punisher's surface.

And at this moment, he was ready to flee in the dormitory.

However, the punisher in front of him did not take any action, but made a "beep beep——" sound from a certain part in the middle, like a broken melody plucked by untuned strings.

A vague fragment flashed in my mind——

Around the time he and that person became colleagues and worked together, he moved to their office.During the lunch break, someone took out the harmonica and played a melody romantically, and everyone cheered.

Only he curled up reflexively, repeating a certain nightmare memory in his mind.

He slowly lay down on the table, pretending to take a nap.

Suddenly, a coat was covered over the top of his head.

He heard the man "shush" to his colleague, and said in a low voice, "Don't disturb our young teacher Jiang's rest, gold is precious."

The author has something to say:

Old Zhong, even if you have no memory, your body will not lie :)