Silent Crown Chapter 412: I hope so
It's that box!
The box that Ye Qingxuan showed him when he appeared!
He calculated that he would notice the box and be greedy, so he turned it into a suggestion, and he was still obsessed with it!
Every memory, every greed will nurture that hint to grow stronger! He raised his own demons by himself!
Thinking of this, he finally realized it, and a color of determination flashed in his will.
In the next moment, he no longer hesitated and dodged, regardless of Ye Qingxuan's erosion and penetration, urging every potential of his brain, expanding his self-will infinitely, and finally squeezing into Ye Qingxuan's heart suddenly.
Boom!
Ye Qingxuan's body was shaken, almost completely defeated in this suicidal attack. Even in his sleep, Ye Qingxuan could feel a sweet breath in his mouth, nose and throat.
"Haha, goodbye, friend."
The intruder laughed and left: "I will come to find you again!"
But at the moment he left, he saw...
At the bottom of the world of consciousness where the sky is broken and the earth is split, the graves are buried under the nine places, and the layers of mist are blown away, finally revealing the scene of the core.
That is a tall tower.
The huge tower that reaches the sky!
Like a Tianzhu, supporting Ye Qingxuan's conscious world, extending to the end of the conscious world, immersed in the void... Just looking at the miracle constituted by that huge music theory makes people feel trembling.
This is all over the sky!
——Ladder!
"Caught you!"
In the slowly regaining consciousness world, a cold light flashed in Ye Qingxuan's eyes.
Dare to retreat with his own hint...
Should you say that you are bold?
Still arrogant?
He couldn't help but smile.
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In the next moment, in a cell far away, in a cell not far away, the examiner opened his eyes from his dream, and his expression became stiff before he could smile.
He felt that the connection he had cut off was actually connected again!
On the other end, an angry consciousness furiously counterattacked!
He actually used affectionate music!
In this place where all the etheric sensing is blocked, he can still use the movement? !
He has the key?
No! Impossible, this is the Tower of Judgment...Even if it is his own key, it is a precious alchemy item that can only be used once. But what is going on? !
"How do you think I solved your illusion?"
Illusory chuckles sounded from his ears, so gloomy. He whispered softly, uttering words that almost subverted the common sense of musicians:
"Who said, without etheric induction, I can't release the movement?"
No one has ever known that when Ye Qingxuan first started to get involved in music theory, he never relied on etheric induction to play movements!
This is one of his most important hole cards.
Any musician knows that there is no etheric induction to release the movement, it is tantamount to whimsical. Even if one out of a hundred thousand times succeeded in hitting the Grand Luck, the blind man went to walk the single-plank bridge.
It's okay not to find the single-plank bridge, but it is even worse if it is found.
As long as you make the wrong step, you will be crushed!
But this common sense doesn't hold true for Ye Qingxuan, a freak.
He hasn't walked the normal path since he started.
Even if there is no etheric induction, he can successfully release some low-difficulty basic movements by means of interpretation and the 160,000 classical school note records that Hermes has given him.
"Thank you for opening the door for me."
Ye Qingxuan's voice sounded like a ghost, making the examiner's face pale.
This time, offense and defense reversed.
Only an instant, the last resistance completely collapsed.
Ye Qingxuan's power completely dominated his consciousness.
But his brain has been traumatized by unlimited crushing, and it is almost on the verge of brain death. As long as it loses maintenance, it will completely collapse in the next instant.
Even Ye Qingxuan didn't realize that the opponent was so fragile that he was so fragile!
But soon, Ye Qingxuan frowned and realized that things were not simple.
The examiner's consciousness is empty and has been thoroughly washed out!
Nothing remained, even his own name was forgotten. There is only a vague shadow left, a woman in a wedding dress, who can vaguely distinguish her sweet smile.
That's why he kept crying.
"That's it."
Ye Qingxuan whispered softly.
This reviewer is not a killer at all.
He is just a poor ‘springboard’ for borrowing strength!
As early as outside the prison, his brain was cleansed and became an empty shell. When he entered here, it was already controlled by the killer through some kind of technology.
Although Ye Qingxuan doesn't know exactly how to operate it, it should be a secret music theory inheritance of a certain school.
The killer himself did not enter the Tower of Judgment at all. He has just used this empty shell to fight against himself. In this case, it can be explained why the opponent is so brave and not afraid of death when fighting the will.
Because it is not yourself who died!
He has been forcibly squeezing the examiner's consciousness and brain, manipulating his power against himself, and because of this, he is so confident and not afraid of failure at all.
Big deal, do it again, anyway, there are as many cheap springboards as possible!
In the depths of the traumatized consciousness, Ye Qingxuan could still see the last mockery left by the other party, as well as the weird laughter.
"Want to leave after pretending to be forced?"
Ye Qingxuan can't help but want to sneer:
"—It's not that simple!"
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At this moment, outside the Tower of Judgment, it is exactly two kilometers away.
In a secret warehouse somewhere in the office, the musician screamed when he woke up from his dream, sweating like rain, scarlet blood oozing from his mouth and nose, and vomiting violently.
He was lying in the huge alchemy matrix, and the countless precious chanting consumables around him had been completely consumed.
This esoteric ritual consumes a huge amount of resources every time it is used, and it has only one effect. That is to split the user's consciousness, just like summoning a musician to raise an illusion in his brain, split part of his consciousness to form personality fragments, implant them in other people's bodies, and use this to maintain contact and conduct remote control. .
The middle-aged man climbed up from the matrix, pulled out the leads and nails that pierced his limbs and the back of his head and neck one by one, gasping for breath.
People on both sides lifted him up, wiped his vomit away, and splashed warm water to rinse his body.
It seems that he is only in his thirties, but the man has gray hair, and fine notes are tattooed under the hairline on his forehead, like some kind of movement solidified on the head.
Soon, his consciousness cleared up.
The messenger who was waiting here on behalf of the employer came forward and asked: "Did you succeed?"
"I missed."
The musician's hollow eyes became gloomy: "All your information is wrong! That guy's psychology is not inferior to mine."
He paused, feeling a bit of embarrassment: It's not just that it's not bad, if it's basic, he's so strong and majestic that he doesn't know where to go.
Soon, a trace of horror appeared in his eyes: "And... he can release the movement without relying on the etheric induction!"
The messenger was stunned, as if he didn't understand.
The musician repeated it, and the messenger finally understood, frowning, and his expression gloomy: "Are you kidding?"
"If I want to conceal my failure, why don't I choose a better one?"
The messenger's face was cloudy and uncertain, and he quickly worried about it, but he didn't notice that the musician's face changed suddenly on the drooping face.
In the musician's consciousness, the remaining hint—the childish rope on the small box quietly broke. In the fight between the two people, it had become dilapidated at some point, but as the rope broke, the box quietly opened.
The hidden gift finally emerged.
Hint!
Still suggesting...
This is a double hint!
What the **** is the inheritance of the school that can hide one hint in the other? ! This ability that exists only in theory is simply unheard of!
His complexion changed suddenly, and his mind changed rapidly. He wanted to erase this memory with hints, but it was too late.
The hint has been erased, but the hidden instructions have been quietly unfolded, embedded in his consciousness, mobilizing the heart sound chapter in his body.
It will only be a small change-homology.
homology?
He was stunned.
Who is in sync with?
In the next instant, a thread condensed by a small water vapor stretched out of the void.
Ladder!
Two kilometers away, with the suggestive guidance, a line of water vapor flew out from the cage, followed the guidance of the ladder, and gently draped on his forehead.
Synchronous, start!
"Yeah, see you again."
In consciousness, the white-haired young man quietly emerged, and smiled at him: "I have a gift for you."
Speaking, he raised his empty hands.
And just above that palm, there was moonlight shining.
The moonlight is like a dream.
"What is this?"
He was stunned, swallowed by moonlight.
In the eyes of others, his body twitched violently at that moment, and fell to the ground, with a trivial murmur in his throat.
Soon, the convulsions and convulsions that seemed like a sudden illness stopped.
He opened his eyes again.
"Hello, meeting for the first time."
The musician stared at the assistant and the stunned messenger beside him, with a weird smile: "My name is Ye Qingxuan, please give me more advice."
In the next instant, the musician suddenly stretched out his hands and pressed his hands on the foreheads of the two assistants. In a hurry, the assistants had no time to react. In the next instant, the invisible river swept out and swallowed their minds.
The messenger staggered back, but the musician climbed up from the ground like a mad dog and threw it towards him.
The sharp blade slid out of the sleeve of the messenger, he stood still, and cut forward suddenly.
Even if I have never been on the battlefield, but when I cut this sword, it still carries the tragic breath of blood and blood.
This sword comes from the teachings of the holy city swordsman masters, and it is extremely cruel and fast.
When encountering a surprise attack, most people subconsciously want to retreat. But the more you are caught off guard, the more you need determination and courage.
Slashing out with a single sword is the mind that will die with the enemy.
Take offense against offense, with injury for injury.
Only when the opponent dies first, can he live.
But even with such a brutal and decisive sword, the musician still didn't retreat, but speeded up and faced the sword. In an instant, the sword blade passed through his shoulder, and the musician's palm was attached to his forehead.
Sorry.
This is his last thought.
Then, my eyes went dark.
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Late night, in a remote area of the Holy City, the door of a porcelain shop was knocked.
"Who? Come so late..."
The awakened man came over with a yawn, and through the cat's eyes, he saw a half-length **** man. The man's shoulder was severely injured and the blood flowed. But his face was dull, as if he was not awake.
"Sorry, it's closed." He said, "Come back tomorrow."
"Old Antique asked me to deliver the goods."
Outside the door, the desperate **** man said dullly: "My aunt...entrust me to bring him...a...urgent."
The door opened a gap, and a hand stretched out and dragged him in.
But after entering the door, the man collapsed on the ground, not knowing his life or death.
The guy was stunned. Several people hiding behind the door searched him all over, but found a letter in his pants pocket.
The letter is like torn from a random book, not even put in an envelope, just folded in a mess, and then crumpled into a ball.
Soon, the confused guys woke up and quickly began to give first aid to this inexplicable man. And the urgent letter of that one was delivered to the ‘Old Antique’ in the Anglo Embassy more than ten minutes later.
Angel Embassy, bedroom.
Maxwell turned on the bedside lamp, put his eyes on, and unfolded the crumpled letter paper.
On the wrinkled paper, there are messages like children's graffiti.
[Maxwell, this person wants to kill me, help me investigate my identity. 】
[Also, thank you. 】
The signature is not a name, but a simple graffiti drawn by hand, vaguely visible in the shape of a top hat.
Maxwell was in astonishment, and after a long time he shook his head helplessly.
"It's not easy to hear a thank you."
Although he said that, he couldn't help but laugh.
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The next day, in the afternoon.
Across a thick transparent glass wall, Maxwell looked closer for a long time.
"IMHO."
He said, "You look like you are about to die."
"Well, I almost died."
Ye Qingxuan shrugged, "In all kinds of meanings."
On the chair behind the wall, there is a pale young man with dark eye circles. He seems to have been emptied. As if a gust of wind blows, it will fall to the ground.
"President, if you want any medicine there, don't store it for the Chinese New Year. I will send more to save my life."
Ye Qingxuan opened his mouth and reported a series of names of the medicine. Maxwell's mouth twitched after hearing this: How much does this **** treat money as money?
Just the first few things, one gram is enough to buy a square meter in the holy city! This **** asks for the bottle!
No way.
Ye Qingxuan last night can be said that his old wounds have not healed and added to his heart.
Although the final results are impressive, the situation is still not optimistic.
He first confronted a confidant musician head-on, and then went through a series of fierce battles.
First, I played Bolero. With the help of the barrier opened by the opponent, a line of thought spanned two kilometers to enhance the suggestion and forcibly continue the link between the two.
Then, relying on the super long-distance sensing of the ladder, finally forcibly reached a resonance.
The final battle seemed to be an understatement, but Ye Qingxuan was in the cage and had already exerted all his strength. The broken music theory in the body was also hit again.
A distance of two kilometers, in the absence of etheric induction, remotely controlling the movement is much more difficult than he imagined, and he has almost exhausted all his energy.
In the end, "Moonlight" was finally settled.
At that time, he had reached the end of the crossbow. With vague instructions, he manipulated the enemy to clean up the scene. After delivering the goods to the door, he vomited blood and fainted.
If the other party hadn't been upset because of his counterattack, the ending might not be as easy as it seems today.
This battle was almost won like a miracle.
If you can see the light, it must be enough to record the deeds of a genius in the textbook. Unfortunately, this kind of thing can only be refreshed in my heart.
Ye Qingxuan shook his head, stopped thinking, and asked:
"How is it? How is the investigation?"
Maxwell sighed.
"The killer of the holy city is here to kill you."
"Cantrera." He said, "Have you heard of this name?"
Ye Qingxuan nodded, "I heard it slightly."
"In the earliest days, this was a method used by six popes to eliminate dissidents."
Maxwell said: "If you make the crown prince get in the way, he will invite you to dinner with him, and bring you a glass of wine during dinner.
You have to drink it politely, praise your majesty, and enjoy the delicious food.
In your sleep that night, you can die. "
Ye Qingxuan listened and nodded: "At least it sounds like the holy city at that time was very polite."
"It is said that the six generations of popes themselves died under this poisonous alcohol. Since then, it has become a taboo and is no longer used. The killers continue to use this name. They are used by the big figures of the holy city. Feed them and wait for them to appear when necessary."
Maxwell paused, showing a pity: "Unfortunately, you met one of them."
"How is he?"
"Dead."
Maxwell said: "The chanter of the autopsy told me that there was a deadly strain in his stomach. As long as there is no antidote for 24 hours, it will explode. From the inside out, the whole person changes. The culture medium for mushrooms.
To tell you the truth, that scene makes me unable to eat until now. "
"..."
After listening, Ye Qingxuan sighed after being silent for a while: "It seems that what I have committed is really serious."
"More than that."
Maxwell's expression is complicated: "You cut off the head of a ‘hero’ in front of the gate of the Holy City in front of everyone in the world."
"Even if the so-called hero is fake."
"Whether it is true or not, it will damage the majesty of the holy city.
For decades, there has never been such an arrogant behavior.
Especially at the moment, the relationship between the holy city and the countries is becoming more and more sensitive, and even a little spark will turn into a disaster... You have offended many old antiques in the holy city. In their opinion, this loss must be Repay by your death. "
"Is that so?"
Ye Qingxuan sighed softly: "Unexpectedly, I stabbed a big basket."
"Can you realize how hard it is for a poor old man to wipe your butt?" Maxwell shook his head and exclaimed, "At least say a few more thank you, so I feel more comforted."
"Maxwell."
Ye Qingxuan raised his head and stared at his pretendingly calm expression, his expression serious:
"If things are really irretrievable, don't do anything in vain.
If you want to do something for me, please help me take care of my teacher~IndoMTL.com~ and Bai Xi, and remember to help me fish out that idiot Shire.
So I have no regrets. "
"Fool, what silly thing to say."
Maxwell smiled, as if he heard a kid's joke.
"Ye Qingxuan, you are my heir, the future sword bearer, and the principal of the Royal Conservatory of Music. I won't just watch you hang on the gallows.
You will get out of here in peace, I swear. "
"So, take a good rest and leave the rest to me."
He got up, put on his hat, and showed a reassuring smile: "Maybe when you come out, you can catch up to listen to the Pope's New Year's Gospel on Winter Evening."
Ye Qingxuan said goodbye to him, watching him turn and leave.
After a long time, he whispered softly.
"I hope so." (To be continued.)