Zheng Zheng Zheng!

At night, in a medieval castle on the outskirts of Valletta, the sound of the piano seems to be absent, like still water.

A spy drone, silently crawling over the winding outer wall of verdant vines, flashed in the night, just the ghost of the night.

It is equipped with high-definition lenses, which transmit real-time images and sounds to the front-line command vehicle half a mile away.

"The target is still playing?" the commander asked.

"Yes. The special combat team member who operated the drone replied helplessly.

"What the hell is this instrument?"

The operator at the headquarters said that this is the guqin, a musical instrument in ancient China. ”

"So, the target is the Chinese people, why is there a yellow person living in our cultural heritage building?"

"Because Chinese people are all local tyrants. The special combat member shrugged and replied, "The local tyrant can do whatever he wants." ”

“......”

Half a day ago, the headquarters had all the monitoring of the castle in place. According to intelligence, the owner of this room controls a mysterious organization called Genmon, which finances many terrorist organizations around the world under the banner of cultural heritage protection.

But who this mysterious figure is, whether it is a man or a woman, and what the purpose is, the headquarters does not know. Therefore, it is necessary to use drones to take photos from a distance and send them back to the database of the headquarters for matching, and then arrest them.

Unfortunately, the owner of this room has been staying in the hall on the top floor of the castle, playing inexplicable ancient musical instruments, and has never been seen.

"Sir, give the order!" pleaded the subordinate operating the drone.

The melody from the castle, beautiful with anxiety and eagerness, unconsciously infected everyone.

The commander pinched his chin, and the melody reminded him of the war-torn battlefields of the Middle East, when he was just an ordinary second lieutenant.

He double-checked what was going on.

An obese chef is cooking soup in the kitchen on the first floor. A young maid is cleaning her room on the second floor. The only thing that can be called a defensive force is a husky, which is sprinkling and digging earth on the outer wall.

It's just a wealthy family, but there is no defense, and there is no security guard at the door.

The commander pondered for a moment and ordered the capture to begin. Rather than guessing suspiciously, he should be arrested and interrogated, and like his subordinates, he was not willing to spend the whole night in this remote and barren place.

He trusted his men.

Three tactical teams, a total of 28 fully armed elite special combat personnel. Such a luxurious configuration can even determine the outcome of a war for a small African country.

He didn't believe that this unsuspecting castle could cause any accidents.

"Yes, sir!"

The special operations team was skilled in business and cooperated tacitly, and at the same time as the commander gave the order, the three entrances of the entire castle had been breached.

The motorized rope led the special operators over the towering exterior wall without much effort. They cover each other, alternately advancing, their steps compact, but silent.

In the darkness of night, only a chaotic array of infrared sights swept around, ready to crush any resistance that might arise.

But there was no resistance, only the sound of the piano remained.

The third detachment was in the kitchen on the first floor of the castle and captured the chef of the castle. The fat man was concentrating on fiddling with the pot, and was knocked unconscious by a special operator who slipped behind him with a shot.

The second team had a little trouble on the second floor, and as they were advancing, they ran into the young maid head-on. Just as the special combat team raised their guns and was about to shoot her, the weak maid rolled her eyes and fainted in fright.

A special operator rushed up to hug her, and the teapot she was holding in her hand made her fall to the ground slowly without making any sound.

In less than a minute, the first and second floors of the castle were completely controlled, and the special operators took control of various key tactical positions. A detachment followed the passage opened by the comrades-in-arms and entered the third floor of the castle.

There, that's where the goal lies.

At this moment, in the command vehicle half a mile away, the commander pinched his chin and thought.

It was so smooth, so smooth that the experienced officer felt that something was wrong.

It was so quiet, as if there was no movement except for the sound of the piano.

"That's not right!"

The Commander suddenly sensed that something was wrong, and he shouted, "Jeff, where's the dog!"

Before the attack, the drone detected a husky at the base of the castle's outer wall. The third detachment specially sent a special combat team member with a Ma drunk gun to deal with the dog, and it stands to reason that even if it was unsuccessful, the dog should have started yelling by now.

A special operator named Jeff immediately turned the camera of the drone. In the corner of the outer wall, where the husky was originally located, there were no dogs.

There was only one corpse of a special combat member.

"Enemy attack!"

The commander immediately grabbed the communicator and roared loudly, but the moment the communication was connected, the power unit of the command vehicle burst into a burst of sparks.

The power was cut off, and darkness enveloped the carriages, with only the emergency lights shining a faint green glow.

Something ancient, with a wild and dangerous aura, spreads through the cramped carriages.

Hah!

The Commander gasped for air, his mouth feeling dry and adrenaline rushing. In his right hand, he held the pistol tightly at his waist.

"Long ...... Sir, dog, dog!"

In the darkness, there was the sound of overly frightened choked voices from his subordinates.

"What dog?"

"The dog!"

The commander spun abruptly.

What he saw was a pair of ice-blue vertical pupils, the vertical pupils of beasts......

......

A member of the first detachment, who is responsible for guarding the cooks in the kitchen. It was an easy task, and he tied the fat cook to a chair and sealed his mouth with duct tape.

Even so, the obese chef showed no signs of waking up.

I even snored and slept soundly.

"What a pig. ”

The special operators scolded with disdain, and instead focused on the steaming pot. When he sneaked up from behind just now, the chef was busy.

What will this kind of rich man eat for dinner? A little curiosity arose in the hearts of the special combat personnel.

With the muzzle of his gun, he swept the lid of the pot away.

In the boiling water, onions, peppers, rosemary and other spices are tumbling, exuding a strong fragrance. But......

"Where's the meat?" said the special operator, confused.

"You... Isn't it just meat?"

The fat cook, at some point, was already stuck behind him.

......

The captain of the second detachment, Wen Xiang Nephrite is in his arms. He had just hugged the maid and kept her from falling to the ground.

At this time, look closely at the girl in your arms, the more you look at it, the more cute it becomes, and the more you look at it, the more charming it becomes. The honey-colored hair, fair skin, and delicate facial features made the captain more and more fascinated the more he looked at it, and he seemed to see the girl open her eyes and smile at him.

He couldn't help but kiss her on the lips.

Lips as red as blood.

......

The special combat members of the first detachment entered the third floor.

They thought they would see a palatial lobby, with beautiful soft wallpaper, heavy hand-woven carpets, armor and swords that adorn the walls, golden lamps, white and wrinkled tablecloths, and silver tea sets.

Just like in the movies.

But there is nothing on the third floor, only ink paintings that hang all over the hall. These ink paintings are layered on top of each other, obscuring the view, and it can only be judged by the sound of the piano that the owner here is in the depths of these scrolls.

The special operations captain cautiously opened a few hanging scrolls with his hand, and the smell of ink with the smell of dust came from the air. He doesn't understand the art of painting in China, but he just looks at the color, most of these paintings are old, and I am afraid that they are worth a fortune.

In the picture scroll, there are sun, moon and stars, famous mountains and rivers, flowers, birds, fish and insects, and there are all kinds of things in the world. Walking in it is like walking in the vast and infinite universe, and the mind is restless, only to feel that the world is full of everything, and human beings are miserable and small.

They were close together, marching on guard. There was a faint sound of fighting around, and in the blink of an eye, two fierce barbarian cavalry rushed towards them wielding scimitars.

The cavalryman had a cruel smile on his face, blood dripping from his scimitar, and a severed head tied around his waist.

In a panic, several special operators raised their guns and fired, but the bullet passed through the rushing cavalry as if through the air.

"What's going on?" the team members asked the captain in horror, this was a situation that had never happened in any tactical course, and it was beyond ordinary people's understanding.

The captain suppressed the fear in his heart and replied in a deep voice: "It should be an illusion, we may have inhaled some kind of hallucinogenic gas, don't panic, lean forward together." ”

"Where are you headed?"

"Walk towards the sound of the piano. ”

Zheng Zheng Zheng!

The intricate and eager sound of the piano has no lazy wandering artistic conception, and the ears are full of swords and swords. The captain saw that the barbarian cavalry flooded the resisting army, and then swept through the entire prosperous world behind the army.

They walked through the ruined battlefield to a cliff with the sea below. It was raining in the sky and fog was rising on the sea.

At the top of the cliff, a seven or eight-year-old child, with ignorant eyes, knelt down and said to him:

"The former emperor has been humiliated too much, Your Majesty must not do this again!"

With that, he took the child in his arms and jumped into the sea.

The captain stood on the edge of the cliff and looked down, only the rolling waves, lapping against the eternal black reef.

The sound of the piano is more urgent.

Firelight!

The sky-high flames pierce the night!

A grief-stricken father, wielding a sword and roaring:

But he was born in the emperor's family!

He actually hacked and killed his most beloved daughter with his own hands.

He dropped his sword and walked out of the temple in despair.

Once the center of a glorious empire, it is now crumbling in the flames of chaos.

The buildings painted by Zhu Liang were burned to the ashes of splendid splendor.

The palace maids and eunuchs fled in all directions, crying and shouting, and the special combat team members were carried by the crowd and unknowingly came to a hill.

They saw that the middle-aged man just now was already hanging lonely on a tree with a crooked neck.

"Captain, I can't walk. ”

One of the team members suddenly fell to his knees, his palms resting on the ground, and his bones let out an overwhelmed wail.

It turned out that these visions were not just illusions, and that the pain, anger, and sorrow had not dissipated, but had been hovering over the land, pressing on the shoulders of those who had strayed into it.

No one can carry such a heavy thing forward, I am afraid that only the earth under their feet can carry all this.

The team members were crushed to the ground, their faces buried in dust, and the captain was left alone to grit his teeth and persevere.

He saw a city after the war, where corpses were piled up, hands and feet piled up, blood flowed into the water, turned into colorful colors, and the pond was filled with corpses. He staggered through an alley where corpses were on top and obscured the sky.

The captain ran out of strength, and he rolled into the pile of corpses, about to close his eyes.

A baby's cry woke him up.

The illusion suddenly turned into a large blank space, and countless scenes passed by. Huge warships, the roar of artillery fire, fanatical crowds, modern high-rise buildings rising from the ground.

As the white horse passed, the captain even recognized many familiar faces.

Finally, he followed the sound of the piano and came to a world of ice and snow.

The cold wind is like a knife, and the snow is flying for thousands of miles.

In the cold world, birds and beasts are nowhere to be seen, and only the simple sound of the piano echoes between heaven and earth. In the frozen river, the broken glaciers broke and collided, emitting a sharp pop that seemed to be the only footnote to the sound of the piano.

By the river, two dead trees hang with ice. Under the tree, a stone case, a man kneels and strokes on the harp. His clothes were simple and spotless. His eyes were closed, but his face was excessively young.

Zheng!

A song of ambush on all sides is nearing the end. The man who stroked the qin opened his eyes, and his gaze was neither sad nor joyful, looking at the uninvited guest.

The captain used his last strength to ask, "Who are you?"

"In the lower sun elephant, the road number spirit ruins. ”