The steel backstage, hidden under the stage, became very quiet. /top/

Dancers, Mechanical Engineers, Make-up Artists, Sound Engineers, Electrical Engineers, Stage Installers, Stage Managers and General Supervisors...... All living things fell into complete silence, their vitality drained away, nothing left - only the machines humming, sparks crackling, lights bright, Coke gurgling out of broken bottles...... Oh no, can't say all, Anthony. Hopkins was alive, he was intact, but it was probably only temporary—the ghoul came out of the hills where the corpses had been piled up, his cheekbones hung with blackened peeling skin, he raised his face, sniffed carefully in the air, a stream of restless air flowing around him, the crisis was not over, he said to himself, and then the lights went out.

Inches thick steel plates bent and snapped as if they had been beaten by an invisible and huge electric rammer, the backstage roof collapsed, light and undisturbed infrasound waves plunged straight into the sealed room, screens shattered, sophisticated modulation equipment and audio and video recording equipment writhed, unwillingly torn into small pieces, wires burst, electricity crawled rapidly in all directions along the cola and metal panels, and the human body that had not yet disappeared was pressed into fine crimson "color" residue - Anthony. Hopkins raised his hands, touched the air in front of him as if he wanted to resist and "touch", and turned and walked away.

The backstage door to the outside world was a little distorted, but not very serious, the ghoul opened it with a little effort, and he walked through a passage that was originally very bright but now he couldn't reach his fingers, his feet were dipped in water, his nose smelled salty, it was seawater, and his ears heard a rattling sound, which changed from small to large, and this passage was partially underwater. Hopkins didn't hesitate to go forward, the passage went all the way up, and when he opened another door and came out, he was standing at the top of the theater.

In the center of the theater, where Xiren had stood, a swarthy hole appeared, and the cage made of vacuum walls shattered into hundreds of copies, and it exploded. The area where the debris is scattered occupies about two-thirds of the audience.

The stage was sinking, dragging the whole theater with it—the cameras and lights on the boom swaying rhythmically, the forty-nine thousand three hundred and twenty spectators were dying—and those who approached the stage, especially the VIP seats, spent a real lot of money to be able to stand (sit) closest to the goddess in their hearts, or to be away from the noisy ordinary audience; Now this expensive cost has not only failed them to get a little preferential treatment in this disaster. Instead, they were brought to death faster, and they died, their limbs swollen, their mouths spitting out their internal organs, and they were bleeding profusely. It was no different from the deep-sea fish that had been forcibly and quickly dragged to the surface, and the audience in the second or third class seats was slightly better - most of them were young people in their twenties and thirties. Strong, powerful, and enduring...... Although the sound made them dizzy, irritable, and aching as if they had been cut...... But for the time being, they still keep their "life".

But it won't be too long.

The final stage of Nishiren was ingeniously placed in the center of Polyfim, which was originally an island lake connected to the sea, and the inverted pyramid-shaped main structure cost a total of 30,000 tons of high-quality steel and about half of the former's light metal, according to the agreement, it would be retained as a permanent "dew" sky building after the concert, but now it seems unlikely. The formless, silent giant wrung its spine, and the massive branches crumbled - the sound was gone, and some of the people came to their senses, but the situation did not get better, and they ran between the trembling, shaking, and disintegrating seats, the floor, and the roof, trying to find a place where they felt safer, but their efforts were of no avail, but their efforts were of no avail, except to add more wounded and dead—some of those who were faint or unable to move were trampled under their seats and in the corridors, The bodies that stayed on the ramps and stairs were savagely pushed away, and the passages were filled with spectators dripping with blood and tears. They screamed loudly and shoved each other in an attempt to get out of this dangerous place as quickly as possible, but almost all the roads were clogged with misshapen blocks of steel and concrete.

There are also people who want to help others. But it's too hard, stimulated by infrasound. Almost no one can preserve their sight anymore, their feet are shaky, bumpy and undulating, anything you grab can get out of its original position in the next second, every step you take can be tripped on the ankle or hit the knee, almost every minute several things fall, sometimes a plastic chair rest, sometimes an aluminum boom, and worst of all, the lights that have lost their function due to a short circuit in the current, they are big and heavy, and they can bounce like a leather ball— Two cameras overlapped and fell into a seat, one of them was still working, and the bright lens was like a mocking one-eyed under the "light" of the work lamp.

Hopkins turned his head from side to side, his pale blonde hair striking even in dimly lit places, and the ghoul's eyes, which were able to work as usual in the dark, quickly found their target. Beelzebub was by his side.

***

Sasha. Hopkins saw the largest mandala bush he had seen in more than a decade.

The tall green and fat leaves, the trumpet-shaped white "color" flowers, blocked the passage in front of them tightly, Beelzebub grabbed the hand that was sprinkled with sand, and looked around, there was an open "sex" corridor platform with no sewer width between the VIP seats and the ordinary audience seats, of course they could climb up and bypass this strange green thing, but the trembling and loud and piercing sound from under their feet reminded them that time was pressing, and the waves were "rippling", The warm waters that kept rising had submerged their feet – and the whole theater was sinking.

Beelzebub drew his gun, and Sasha shook his head, "Wait a minute, I have ......a feeling," he said, "It seems to be an 'old friend'." ”

The mandala bush swayed violently, and a pair of bear-like hands pulled away the branches and leaves, which in an instant turned into dry powder, and the man inside coughed and choked in pain.

Beelzebub "revealed" a suspicious "look", and as soon as he opened his mouth to ask, a "shock" that was more violent than any previous one threw him out - the "inverted pyramid" finally fell completely, and the sound of breaking and crashing, which can be compared to one of the most unpleasant and terrifying sounds in the world, filled everyone's ears, and in its empty belly, the human beings attached to the passages and seats like parasites were thrown up, along with countless fragments of metal and concrete, They stayed in the air for a very short time, and then were thrown down.

Boa gasped for air, he was lucky enough to get stuck in the twisted seat, half of his body hanging in the air, his pale blue eyes reflecting the crystal light of the sea.

His father, Fergus. Blocked by a piece of protective glass that had not yet shattered, Douglas struggled to his feet, carefully stepping on the metal baffle that had been no more than knee-high, and he reached out and pulled his son, but Boa did not move, the seat that fell from the sky and its companions wrapped him firmly, they looked like a pair of oddly shaped pliers.

"That's not going to work," Boa said intermittently, "No, you'll have to find some tools." ”

Mr. Doudouglas hesitated, he saw a broken boom not far away, which might be able to pry open the back of the chair, and he bent down, his knees to the ground, and his hand reached for it—a faint shaking came, and it slipped away a few centimeters. Mr. Douglas decided to try harder, but just as he was about to touch it, a gold-plated strap heel stepped on his hand, and Mr. Douglas roared bitterly, and he waved his other hand to grab the heel, but Mrs. Douglas moved much faster than he was, she was petite, and it was no problem to get through the narrow gap between Mr. Douglas and the glass fence, and the leather heels made a crisp and loud tapping sound on the thin metal channel.

Mr. Douglas blushed, and the boom fell into the water, and he got up almost in a rage, turned around, and with another jolt and tilt forced him to swallow every curse and foul language he could think of, and he grabbed the back of a seat just in time to keep it from falling into the water.

The sea climbed up to his knees.

Mrs. Douglas desperately burrowed into a hole, and Mr. Douglas opened his eyes wide, and a little green light illuminated the shaking sign "Safe Exit", which was the VIP passage, leading to the top one, and he listened intently, it was noisy and dark around him, but he never heard the woman's screaming or screaming, and she did not come back.

He looked at his son, and Boa stared at him.

The third time there was a "wave", and the sea water went over his thighs.

"I'm sorry." Fergus. Douglas said he wanted to reach out, as if to "touch" Boa's face, but he still didn't—he moved to the hole step by step with the help of the back of his chair.

Boa's eyes widened.

"No, don't abandon me!" The boy screamed, "Don't leave me, no, no, no...... Please! Please! Please! He waved his hands and scratched desperately with his fingers, but he couldn't grasp anything but air.

Mr. Douglas's steps were steady, and he burrowed into the hole without looking back.

n (one second to remember the world)