At the same time, at ten o'clock in the morning of February 6, Wang Ziyi wore a helmet and rode a black motorcycle through the winding mountain road on the outskirts of Linyang City, there are few other vehicles on the road, in the distance of the highway, a towering mountain stands like a coiled snake, there are countless dense forest strange stones, this is the highest peak of Linyang at an altitude of 2645 meters, Taiba Mountain, is also the destination of Wang Ziyi's trip.

Legend has it that Taiba Mountain is a spiritual snake under the seat of the goddess in ancient times, in the wilderness period was cut by Dayu who passed through this place on the way to control the water, cut into two sections, a section of the snake's head fell in this place and turned into a high mountain, and the other section of the snake's tail fell into the sinkhole of the Devil Valley in the west of Linyang, and there was no trace to be found.

In order to pay tribute to the local snake king, the ancestors of Linyang still have a snake king temple in Taiba Mountain, but the temple has been burned down because of the war during the Republic of China, and now only the ruins are left, but it is said that the local residents are still silently believing in the snake king until now.

When Wang Ziyi's motorcycle turned around in the foot of Mount Taiba, and finally suddenly opened up, he saw a vast farmland, in early spring, the farmland was filled with a morning mist with water vapor, and a little bit of green wheat seedlings emerged in the rice fields, looking vibrant, and the motorcycle barely drove on the road in the mountain village, Wang Ziyi felt like he had driven into a painting, and at the end of the scroll, he saw the three-story villa in the suburbs.

This is a building that is out of place with the surrounding ordinary countryside, exquisite bungalow decoration, pure white throughout, walls and roofs with delicate relief patterns, villas are surrounded by tall walls, black iron anti-theft doors keep all visitors out, and there are four words in front of the door: "Light Year Building". Wang Ziyi stood in front of the door and looked at the address note written by Lin Tianran in his hand.

"East of Baiya Village at the foot of Daba Mountain, light year building. This should be it, right? Wang Ziyi muttered, it was a providential coincidence that he could still find such a general address.

Wang Ziyi looked up, and happened to see a camera on the anti-theft iron door aimed at him, and a light red light shot out in front of the camera, and Wang Ziyi didn't have time to react. The ray had scanned his entire body from his heels to the top of his head.

"Identity analysis is in progress...... The feature collection is successful, and the identity of the visitor is determined, Wang Ziyi. Clearance Level E, enterable. The cold electronic female voice sounded in Wang Ziyi's ears.

Wang Ziyi was stunned and watched as the security door slowly and automatically slid open, what kind of black technology is this? How can his identity be automatically scanned?

Wang Ziyi walked into the security gate, which was flanked by a small garden. It's not big, though. There is also a radius of nearly 100 meters, both sides are full of all kinds of wreaths and potted plants, among which there are faint strange stone fountains, here is a delicate oriental garden, in which the winding path is secluded, nine turns, Wang Ziyi is an outsider, can only see the lively, but also feel the unique ingenuity inside. Walking in it, the whole person seems to melt into this unique atmosphere.

Push open the door on the first floor of the villa. Wang Ziyi's ears sounded the cold electronic female voice again:

"It's 10:26:49 a.m. on February 6, and the Prophet welcomes you."

"Who are you?" Wang Ziyi tentatively asked overhead, and only now did he realize that there were all kinds of rotating cameras everywhere in the villa, and almost all places here were closely monitored.

However, no one answered, and the camera just flashed a cold red glow.

At this time, Wang Ziyi's ears suddenly sounded a fierce electronic piano melody, the unique electronic rhythm made him feel agitated for a moment, he ran to a room on the first floor along the sound, and happened to see Zeng Zhi, who belonged to a band with him, on the balcony on the first floor, bowing his head to the garden outside the window and playing the electronic piano, the fast and violent electronic piano synthesis sound with the texture of metal and electronics, the extremely fast rhythm intertwined into a weird and desolate melody, Zeng Zhi was wearing a casual clothes for daily performances, Yellow hair swaying up and down to the melody of electronic sounds.

"Damn, Zeng Zhi, you kid didn't have anything! What to do with that inexplicable text message sent me? Why don't you reply to my text messages? Wang Ziyi stepped forward and hammered Zeng Zhi's back, there was a feeling of being deceived, Zeng Zhi's silent disappearance made him worried, but now he was sitting here like no one.

"I didn't send you that text message." Zeng Zhi turned his head to look at Wang Ziyi and whispered, but the playing in his hand had not stopped.

"What do you mean by that? It's obviously from your mobile phone, why do you still say that it wasn't from you? Wang Ziyi didn't understand it at all.

"Let's see, is there any signal here?" Zeng Zhi asked leisurely.

"There's no signal at all?" Wang Ziyi took out his mobile phone and saw that the signals were all zero, and there was no network, and it was completely disconnected from the information age outside, no wonder, there were few wires and signal towers along the way, and it was normal for this kind of mountainous area to have no signal.

"After all, I've been living here for a week, and I don't have a chance to text outside at all. If I don't even have a signal, how can I send this text message to you? Zeng Zhi asked.

"This ......" Wang Ziyi was speechless for a while, so how did he receive this "no.5" text message?

"Mr. Wang Ziyi, Master Yang is waiting for you in the reception room on the second floor, and he will surely answer many of your questions." At this time, the cold electronic female voice sounded above the heads of the two again.

"Don't hesitate, go to Yang Yannian first, he will be in the mood to explain to you slowly," Zeng Zhi waved his hand impatiently to Wang Ziyi, and began to bury his head in continuing to play the strange melody tune, he said with an excited smile on his face: "I still have to slowly study this magical song......

The gorgeous and evil and violent electronic music sounded again, and for some reason, Wang Ziyi felt that he heard the demon shouting and moaning in the abyss, and Zeng Zhi had fully engaged in playing this song.

What's going on? Zeng Zhi, who had always gotten along with him naturally, was now indifferent to him, as if he was fascinated, and was frantically practicing a weird song that he had never heard before.

Seeing that Zeng Zhi didn't seem to have too much desire to continue to communicate with himself, Wang Ziyi had to go up to the second floor of the villa first, as soon as he walked into the second floor, he was startled, he stepped on the edge of a cliff, and it was the cool sea breeze that greeted him, he looked down and saw that his feet had become a hundred meters in the air, and the stairs behind him had become the edge of a cliff, he had stepped on the air, the sky above his head was endless, and the sea was roaring under his feet! The sound of the tide, the sound of the waves, the sound of the wind, and even the chirping of seagulls flying past him were clearly audible, Wang Ziyi felt that his worldview was about to collapse, and after he looked up, he was even more surprised to find that Yang Yinian was sitting on the void, reading calmly in the midst of the waves of the sea under his feet! Wang Ziyi already felt that his thighs were starting to weaken, did he cross over?

But then, Yang Annian just clapped his hands casually, and the entire living room became normal, and all the amazing sea views shrank into a single light, and then entered a white equipment like a projector on the ceiling, and the white equipment was then included in the ceiling and disappeared.

Now what is presented in front of Wang Ziyi's eyes is only a spacious and solemn living room, decorated like a spacious living room of a British aristocratic residence, which looks luxurious and classical, but it is not as surreal as the scene of stepping on the void just now, Yang Annian is sitting on a black sofa and reading a book seriously, Wang Ziyi leaned over to take a look, but it was a book he had never heard of......

Lovecraft's "Crazy Mountain"?

The sunlight hit Yang Yinian's statue-like side face, giving his pale and thin face a warm tone, now it is spring, but Yang Yannian seems to be very afraid of the cold, and wraps himself tightly with a thick black coat and scarf, seeing Wang Ziyi's arrival, he put the book on the coffee table in front of the sofa, waved his hand to Wang Ziyi, and smiled gently:

"Sit down, welcome to my house, did you scare you just now?"

"This is your home? So high-tech? Is that a holographic projection? Wang Ziyi sat on the sofa opposite Yang Annian, looked at the ubiquitous camera, and said in surprise, he had also heard a little about these technologies, but the scene that was basically the same as the real world was really just a holographic projection? Has technology advanced to this point? He'd heard that these technologies were just getting started! If holographic projections have developed to the point where it is difficult to distinguish between real and fake with the naked eye, then why has he never heard of it in the slightest?

"It's not a holographic projection in the real sense, modern technology is far from reaching that point, these are some deformed scientific research results produced by the study of the spiritual world, with the power of the 'prophet' I have mastered, these technologies are actually being used here in a big way." Yang Annian still said in his voice that did not fluctuate.

"But our topic today isn't 'prophets,' it's something else, so you must have a lot of questions that you don't have to answer right now?" Yang Annian narrowed his dark and bright eyes and looked directly into Wang Ziyi's eyes: "About that text message, about your son's life and death, about your band, about that song...... Songs that haven't been sung yet. ”

As soon as Yang Annian's eyes saw it, Wang Ziyi felt a chill on his back, and it was the feeling that everything in his heart was seen through by the man in front of him...... Yang Annian clearly knew his intentions, knew what he was thinking, and knew his past experiences...... And he almost didn't know anything about Yang Yinnian.

This huge gap in knowledge is accompanied by a huge psychological pressure. (To be continued.) )