Two months later, on a weekend, Qi Luoling drove alone to the suburbs for a walk. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

She drove on the green path of the dense mountain forest, and the trees seemed to move with her and the car, and the sun shone obliquely from the edge of the trees, the shadows of the trees wandered, and the tree-lined paths were inaccessible except for the light chirping of birds.

As she walked through the stacked trees, her vision widened to a vast field, and at the end of the field was a large expanse of dense woods.

When she pulled up the car, she found herself in an unknown place.

The neighborhood was deserted, and there was silence all around, except for the occasional sound of the hammering of tall buildings from far away.

She opened the car door, got out of the car, and sat down on the grass. The grass underfoot has slowly withered in autumn, and the green is intertwined with a faint yellow.

She looked into the distance, let out a long sigh, and slowly lay on her back on the grass. The noon sky was so clean, the blue sky was clear, and the white clouds were dazzlingly white.

She remembered a sentence from "One Hundred Years of Solitude": No matter where you go, you should remember that the past is fake, memory is an endless road, and all the past springs no longer exist.

At the moment, she didn't want to think about anything, especially in the past, she just wanted her mind to be like this blue sky and white clouds, and the sun was shining warmly on her body.

She stared at the sky, and there seemed to be silence. As a result of her long gaze, the blue sky and white clouds lost their sense of reality and became a conceptual existence.

At the same time, the silence of the environment, captured by her ears for a long time, seemed to be not without sound. There were peculiar sounds that slowly flowed into her ears, their own heartbeats, other people's sighs, and the sound of the piano.

Yes, and the sound of the piano, as long as she listened attentively with her ears, the sound became clearer and clearer. And the piano music is very familiar, as familiar as a part of my body.

She was surprised to find that at this moment she heard the melody of the piano music, which was the sad song called the devil in her dream.

But where did this piano music come from?

Suddenly, she saw not far away, as if a figure was shaking in the strong sunlight.

She got up and covered the sun with her hands, and the distant scene became clearer, and she saw a man playing a black grand piano in the field, and the sunlight pulled him and the piano in a straight black line.

Each beating note was like a living drop of water, falling on her crystal clear heart, making a crisp sound.

After playing the tune, the man looked up.

She was surprised to find that the man was not the young Jewish man she had been the previous time, but the foreign man she had seen following her in her car accident.

He got up, hesitated in place for a long time, and finally walked in front of her.

He is about forty years old, very tall, estimated to be 1.85 meters, in front of her 1.62 meters, she strongly feels the psychological depression from her figure.

The man seemed to see through her thoughts, and sat down next to her.

Instead of twisting his neck to look at her, he looked at the field ahead.

To her horror, the black grand piano in the field was gone. She rubbed her eyes, was she dazzled? Or does that piano simply not exist?

"Who are you?"

He turned his head and smiled at her.

"This question has been bothering you for a long time, right?" His tone was as relaxed as if he had known each other for a long time.

Qi Luoling nodded.

"Actually, I don't know who I am, I just know that I exist because of your existence." He turned his head away, his expression confused, his eyes fixed on the field ahead.

From the side, his eyes are more sunken and his hooked nose is more three-dimensional.

She looked a little distracted, and it took half a minute before she came back to her senses and heard what he was saying.

"What?"

"I'm just a messenger."

"What messenger?"

"A messenger who conveys demonic music."

Qi Luoling frowned, feeling a little ridiculous, what does this have to do with herself.

"My mission is to protect you until you are 24 years old, and then pass on the message of demon music to you, so that you can successfully become the 17th generation of demon music."

She opened her mouth wide and didn't speak.

"You're not a fantasy, are you?"

He smiled again, "Do you have a blue butterfly birthmark on your upper right arm?" ”

She nodded in surprise.

"That's the mark of the Devil's Music Bearer, and your butterfly birthmark is now starting to turn red, which means you've truly become a Demon Music Bearer." He continued, "The heirs of demonic music have a special name called Uriel. ”

Ulliel? Isn't this foreign paraphrase the name I heard before I fell into a coma in a car accident? She was silent, thinking about whether it was funny or cute.

He turned his head again, staring at her. She subconsciously wanted to avoid his gaze, but his gaze seemed to have a magnet-like attraction, and at the same time, it also had some special magic. She couldn't take her eyes off him.

He went on to say, "You know what? In our Judaism, Uriel refers to the angel who is in charge of the fire of hell. It is responsible for the angels who rule over hell, it is responsible for opening the gates of hell at the Last Judgment, and it is tortured in hell to burn the sinful with eternal fire. And you are the angel in charge of the demon's music. ”

"Why me?"

"As I said just now, I'm just a messenger, I will never be able to solve the mystery, why you, this mystery needs to be solved by yourself."

"So what am I going to do?"

She looked him straight in the eye as his eyes lit up blue, and she felt everything around her begin to blur. Undoubtedly, she was hypnotized by him.

"Your mission is to retrieve the score for this Devil's Sorrow, you have to retrieve it. That's an order. He said in the voice of a commander, non-negotiable.

Her mind went blank, and she nodded blankly, not thinking of disobeying his orders.

He smiled and nodded in satisfaction.

"Now that I've passed on my musical message about demons to you, remember that what I'm talking about is not a story, it's not a joke. God will bless you. You have to go to Shanghai as soon as possible, there is what you are looking for. ”

With that, he got up from the grass and left.

She was enchanted and stood still, watching his back disappear into the twilight.

It was getting darker and darker, and she finally came to her senses, and found herself sitting in the driver's seat in the car, where Chopin's piano piece "Night" was played, and the beautiful melody was like water flowing by.

She buried her head deep in her arms, everything was like a dream, everything was like it had never happened. But she knew it wasn't a dream. As for the truth about everything, she decided to find out for herself.

So who the hell am I? This Jew, that Korean, who the hell are they? Countless questions were like entangled threads, intertwined in black and white, making her unable to sort them out.

Where do you find answers? Clueless, she now understands one thing, that is, all doubts start to look for in Shanghai.