Yes, why be sad?

Xia Qing wiped her tears silently, but a wave of surging emotions overflowed from her heart.

She finally burst into tears uncontrollably.

Why......

"The muse of the god Cloud Lake, once stood on the high position of the first pillar before his death. Conmande's voice seemed to come from a very distant realm, but it cut into the thoughts of the two of them like a knife, "As a 'pacifist' rare in the entire history of the muse, his period of existence is the most peaceful time for the muse. ”

"However, comments such as 'not lethal' were also produced after comparing them with his peers. Immediately after that, another voice rang in his ears, with an implicit vigilance underneath his unhurried tone, "He's the most genius musician in terms of 'soul music', and the residual memetic influence alone is enough to take over your entire consciousness." ”

Mentally opened a door to contact the outside world, Song Yuanjin and Xia Qing were finally able to break free from their deep sadness.

The young male investigator didn't care about his image, so he quickly wiped the snot and tears on his face, and asked the voice just now: "In other words, Yunhu is also a high-risk target?"

For these grassroots investigators who can only access the muses from various sources, the "gods" in the muses are undoubtedly mythical figures.

It's a pity that it's all a myth of extinction.

The cloud lake, which has a distinctly different style, is in it, like the sun that suddenly appears in the night sky.

In contrast, all the stars and the moon have been reduced to dust.

Although it shouldn't be admitted, in the minds of these people, Yunhu is the most admired kind of person.

- almost as famous as the thunderous Conmander.

As a result, such a rare self-discipliner is also a figure who needs to be vigilant at all times?

Song Yuanjin couldn't help but glance at Xia Qing beside him.

He hasn't forgotten - Xia Qing is a die-hard fan of Yunhu.

According to her words: Kangmande is used to worship in front of his eyes, and Yunhu is used to worship in his heart.

I don't know how she's feeling now.

Bian Huang answered his question in place of Raphael: "Isn't that a matter of course? ”

Raphael, who was the first to reply by him, was not to be outdone, and continued: "Even little guys like you who don't understand anything will have expectations for them, those things...... Whether there is active malice or not, in the final analysis, they are all crazy people who are desperate for the sake of art. ”

Speaking of this, he paid a little attention to Conmande, and found that the man seemed to be concentrating on the star-shaped tetrahedron, before he continued: "Yunhu has no direct record of the destruction of the world, but the consciousness reset event indirectly caused by him is not one or two. Now, do you understand the reality?"

The male with the angel's name looked at the two investigators, and he didn't know what was going on, and he smiled wickedly.

"What is he laughing at?"

Bian Huang was watching the play, and was suddenly poked, he was startled for a moment, and then he remembered that there was a third person in the room.

- That's why it's a hassle to say that countermemes that can't be turned off.

"What's he laughing at? I'm going to drag him to the psychiatrist when I'm done." Bian Huang touched his chin and made up his mind, "Raphael's mental illness is getting worse and worse, and something will happen if it goes on like this......"

Comand frowned and stared at the star-shaped tetrahedron that was still spinning for a few seconds, and simply plucked it directly from the lock of space, as easily as plucking an apple from a branch.

The revolving halo of light was confined to the coherent surface, and there was nothing on the silver-white shell except for that line of characters.

From the first glance at it, Comand knew that it was the product of virtual materialization.

As for what exactly is a materialized virtual substance?

I guess there's no other possibility than the song they heard.

So, the rationale?

He doesn't think that Yunhu will let his works wander out at will.

A muse of his level must have his own reasons for wanting to create something.

Muses are extreme art fanatics, and Cloud Lake is no exception.

He is absolutely serious about every work, and his high self-requirements will not allow any "unqualified" works to circulate.

When Comand was born, Cloud Lake had been dead for thousands of years.

Even though he had traveled against the clock many times to carry out missions sent by the GOC, he had never had personal contact with the legendary muse god.

It is impossible to tell if Yunhu met his own death, or if he left something behind before he died.

But in any case, this thing can't be left here.

Recycling the Muses they encounter is one of the basic principles of GOC members when they are out and about.

Conmande isolated the star-shaped tetrahedron in a separate extradimensional space, solidified the connection point between its space and this world, and threw it to Asa, "Teleport back." ”

"Oh, okay. As he listened to the song, he found that the song was gone, and Asa was stunned for a moment before he quickly caught it, and his nerves jumped when he looked at the non-threatening three-dimensional structure in his hand.

Without much contact with it, the captain of the White Moon quickly sent this thing back to the Earth Headquarters through the Mauritius Gate.

Muse's items, or do not touch too deep as well.

He was well aware of this.

As soon as he turned back with a sigh of relief, Asa noticed that the only woman in the group was looking at him with a scalp-tingling gaze......

A hand that has just touched a star-shaped tetrahedron.

Asa: "How...... What's wrong?"

Xia Qing's gaze was indescribable: "It's okay, don't worry about me." ”

Song Yuanjin couldn't bear to stab her partner and reminded her in a low voice: "Convergence." ”

"That's the work of the great god of Yunhu...... I probably have such a chance to see it up close in my life......" Xia Qing almost tore the corners of her clothes with all her strength, and her heart was full of sadness, and her sadness was much more than that of being affected before.

Song Yuanjin was speechless.

Wake up! That's a high-risk product! Don't you die?!

"But...... That's the song of the great god of Yunhu. Xia Qing's thief heart is not dead, and she obviously still remembers the song just now, "It's so good!"

"......" Song Yuanjin glanced at his partner who had been pretending to be a lady for a long time and finally broke through, so he had to look away, let go of his eyes, and pretend that he was thinking about life.

Well, it does sound good.

But that's the work of the Muse! the work of the Muse!

It's really nice......

Perhaps the thing that was guarded was lost, and the whole church was detached from the state of eternal time, and the traces of the long years gradually crept up, and a familiar smell began to escape into the air.

"This person must have been dead for hundreds of years!" Xia Qing took a deep breath, almost not breathing.

Song Yuanjin covered his mouth and nose, "Not only, at least for thousands of years." ”

It's a terrifying, terrifying smell that comes after human death.

Investigators are no strangers to it.

But to such a heavy extent...... It's not an ordinary death that can be accumulated.

Conmande looked around the church, which was showing signs of collapse, and ordered, "Asa, prepare to open the door." ”

Asa: "Where is it?"

"Of the nine enclosed spaces, pick any one. ”

"Okay, ready to teleport. The captain looked up at Conmande, who was standing still, "Your Excellency?"

Although this space is still a little bit away from completely collapsing, if he continues to stay here, his olfactory system is about to fail!

The so-called smell of "death" is not the smell of actual existence, and in general, only human beings with supernormal senses can perceive it.

The sharper the perception, the more severely affected.

Asa had already sensed his brain instinctively dizzy, and he couldn't imagine how the more perceptive Comand felt at the moment.

"You go first. ”

There was a pause in the "......," and Asa faithfully carried out his command.

After everyone left, Comand no longer restrained his momentum.

The shattering shock further shattered the already unstable space, and the fragile junctions of the architectural characters forged by human tissue collapsed, suddenly disappearing as they approached Conmande's body.

It was as if it had been swallowed up by some kind of dark and ethereal maw.

At the end of the leaky space, Conmand finally saw what he wanted to see.

- It was a flickering logo, hidden beneath the surface of space, dimming as the realm fell.

Most artists like to put a unique mark on their work to prove their creator's identity.

This one is no exception.

The creators of the "Church of Humanity" -

"The muse god of architecture, Tariam. ”

Conmande called out the other party's name with precision, and his tone was unceremoniously, crossing countless time and space barriers, and conveyed, "Please accept the GOC's questioning." ”

[Tarian's response:

1. Who are you!

2. I'm not there.

3. Big ...... Big Guy ......]