"What happened?" The general stage supervisor shouted, and several engineering personnel immediately ran to check the equipment, and the on-site chorus artist stared at the screen: "Wait," he said, "Look at Xiren's mouth shape." /”

Xiren's lip shape is wrong, she is indeed singing, but that song is definitely not any of the songs on the catalog of this concert, the general stage manager thought for a while, "Let's see how the audience reacts." The "operator" immediately complied with his request, and the lights in the auditorium turned on a small part of the unobtrusive, and began to rotate the plane 360 degrees to the camera in the auditorium, and the faces full of "confusion" and "confusion" dangled on the display, "This is not like their reaction." The Inspector General said, "Look at the VIP seats." The camera tilts downwards to frame the Douglas, with Mr. Douglas leaning against his seat, his fingers tapping his broad knees impatiently, while the women next to him admire their fingernails one by one, while the children in the middle of them fiddle with a trumpet-shaped white "color" flower boredly—nothing like they were listening.

The VIP seats were only thirty feet from the stage, and the river and the acoustic board were a good way to feed the sound of the Nishiren back into their ears, unlike the audience in the second and third class seats, who had to rely on the loudspeakers, they should be able to hear the Nishiren directly, unless the Nishiren had not made a sound from the beginning.

The engineers had roughly checked all the equipment, there were no problems, the computer had not alarmed, and the stage supervisor was about to notify the choir members to come a little more, first to check if the equipment was really malfunctioning, and second, to save the scene, they couldn't let the audience wait stupidly - and then found out that Xiren was playing them like monkeys, and the chief superintendent said in his heart, fortunately, this was the last time.

A stage manager quickly conveyed the general supervisor's opinion, and a minute later, he looked back and looked hasty: "Something is wrong." He said hurriedly.

The Inspector-General tilted his head.

"Miranda suddenly fainted," said the young overseer, "and Tom vomited." Only Millie can speak, but singing is impossible. ”

"What a thing!" The Superintendent roared and cursed, he knew that he shouldn't panic at this time, at least not on the surface, but it was like a little demon hiding in his body, the blood "liquid" was boiling, the temples were swollen for a while, and he could barely resist the urge to take something and smash it on someone's head. "What the hell happened to the device!" He stood up and knocked over the chair. A staff member was caught in the chest by him.

"It's not my fault!" The man shouted in a louder voice, and the Governor's head ached, and he waved his arm and punched the guy. The beaten man fought back without showing weakness, and he punched the Inspector General in the eye. The other overseers immediately pounced, as if they had completely forgotten what they were supposed to do, and engaged in the howling and beating. All the workers who were around and passing by were swept in, wires broke, sophisticated machinery fell to the ground, sparks snapped and jumped, and a box of Coke was knocked to the ground. The glass bottle shattered, and the brown "liquid" body bubbled and flowed in all directions.

Until a crisp, short, loud voice rang out in the room. It was so sharp that everyone's brains seemed to be cut open by the voice, and they didn't care about continuing to beat each other, but held their heads after groaning or screaming, the chief superintendent shook his head and climbed up against the back of the person next to him, he barely opened one eye (the other one couldn't open anymore), he reached out to cover it, and he saw a man standing next to the monitor with a headset in his hand. The cord on the headphones was pulled out and connected to an internal speaker, and he turned the knob on the speaker to screw it to the maximum.

"What are you doing?" The Inspector-General shouted.

"Are you awake?" The man took a step forward, and the chief superintendent blinked his eyes in confusion, recognizing that this man was Xiren's latest psychiatrist: "What are you doing?" The Superintendent repeated, but in a much softer tone. The voice continued, each one coming from inside the Superintendent's body: "I said...... This ......" he had to choose when his voice was interrupted to speak: "What is it?" ”

"Plucked the piano." Anthony. Hopkins looked up and looked up.

"That's what I've heard...... The most terrible ...... Piano. The chorus said. He staggered to his feet, his skinny body covered in shards of cola and glass, and he raised his arm to look. Pulling out a few relatively large slags, he didn't seem to feel the pain at all.

"Maybe." Hopkins said, "But it will save your lives." He turned to the Superintendent: "I don't think this will last long, Superintendent, now we have to get Xiren to stop." His voice wasn't high, but it was surprisingly clear.

"What does this have to do with Xiren......" The chief superintendent looked at the screen, his eyes widened, and from the VIP seats, the audience was in a state of chaos, some were vomiting, some were pressing their chests or heads to "show" the "color" of pain, others were following their example, beating each other and shouting with their mouths wide open, and the most terrifying thing to him was that several people fell on their seats, motionless.

"Infrasound." Hopkins said.

The Superintendent looked at him, "Speakers? "A lot of people know what infrasound is, and sound waves with a frequency of less than 20 Hz (hertz) are called infrasound. It does not decay easily and is not easily absorbed by water and air. The wavelength is often very long, so it can bypass some large obstacles and diffraction - blowers, mixers, loudspeakers, tall buildings and bridges shaking in hurricanes, ships sailing, cars racing, artillery firing, missile flights, nuclear explosions, sea storms, volcanic eruptions, large meteorite landing, tsunamis, lightning and thunder, waves hitting the shore, water whirlpools, air turbulence, tornadoes, magnetic storms, auroras, etc. It is not impossible that there will be a few infrasound waves, and if the infrasound waves happen to be close to the alpha rhythm of the human brain or the natural frequency of the internal organs, it will indeed cause a chaotic situation similar to the one just now.

Infrasound waves of seven hertz can penetrate more than ten meters of reinforced concrete, and the only way to deal with it is to create a vacuum and create sound waves that can fight against it.

But neither of them could have been made by humans, the Superintendent thought that the doctor had something in his head, and the psychiatrist and their patients were able to talk together because they were all insane, and the Superintendent had always thought so, and he held his head, first unplugged the headphone cord that connected to the speakers, and then pounced in front of the console, ready to turn off all the speakers.

"Let Xiren come down first!" The Inspector-General shouted, Glegri. Coso made it clear that this concert was a must, and now it is impossible to continue, and he can only promise that there will be a next time.

"No," replied a mechanical engineer, covered in cold sweat, the corners of his mouth twitching, and a piece of his ear bitten off: "There's a problem with the settling platform!" It seems to be stuck, and we have to go up to the stage to pick her up! ”

"For God's sake, just do it!" The Inspector General shouted. "And, what about Mr. Cossoe? My headphones are broken, who can contact him!? He bent down and pinched his ears, and the sound came again, but he swore that he had turned off the speakers: "Please, whoever it is, go and turn off that speaker!" ”

Only one or two of the crew were able to follow his orders, and the rest of the audience reacted in the same way, vomiting, weakness, and a coma, with pink foam coming out of their mouths.

Hopkins looked at him, and didn't make any more moves, pulling a thread from the hair behind his ear, and at the end of the thread was a match-thin microphone: "I'm sorry," he said to the microphone, "I think we'll have to prove our idea." And, Sasha, my dear, you can leave. ”

***

Sasha made a gesture to Beelzebub, he stood up, pulled the earphone from the back of his neck, and put it on.

The wide waterway had boiled for minutes, and barracuda and sharks were frantically biting each other or jumping high out of the water, and a few of them had crossed the glass barrier of more than half an adult height and landed on the VIP spectators, their small sharp teeth tearing off every piece of flesh they could touch.

Beelzebub opened a pike that almost pounced on him in the face (it was six feet long!). Standing behind the glass barrier - he looked at the camera hanging from the boom, shrugged his shoulders, took out a large-caliber gun, took two steps back, hid behind the seat back and fired, the glass barrier shattered, the crystal glass shards hung on the edge of the gap, the safety glue inside ensured that they would neither splash out and hurt people, nor fall everywhere, Sandy walked calmly to the edge of the stage, took off his shoes and coat, he first put his toes into the water and tested the water temperature, the water was warm, pink "color", A fish swam past his ankle, and he could feel it in pain, "Okay. He whispered, and put his finger into the water, and the soft white light lit up under the water, and dispersed, and the carnivorous fish calmed down, and Sasha jumped into the water, and in a short time he reached the other shore, and Beelzebub shoved his pistol into his waist and pulled him up.

"Can we get out of here?"

"Well, that's what grown-ups are going on." Sasha took one last look at Siren, who was still standing tall on the pillar. She was singing, at a frequency that humans could not hear directly with the physical ear.

They walked along the VIP seats, where there was a special passageway, obscured only by a velvet curtain, on which something kept falling down.

(To be continued)

n (one second to remember the world)