Chapter 133: The Last Dance Steps

Yusaku Shigemori walks alone in an empty theater. The sound of dull footsteps echoed across the silent empty stage, and he sighed deeply.

More than a week has passed since the previous riot in the city, and the list of those who died in the event is repeated on the radio every day.

It takes four and a half hours to recite the list of more than 3,000 victims, and Yusaku Shigemori tried to listen to it once from beginning to end, washing dishes, mopping floors, meditating, and writing scripts at home. In the process, the names of the more than 3,000 victims carved scars into his heart one by one. He occasionally remembered that noon, when everything was uneventful, and then a self-proclaimed high-ranking public security officer had a long conversation with him in his office, and finally he had no trouble convincing himself to betray the sound engineer in his troupe. Then Sadako Yamamura was taken away and interrogated for a confession......

Sadako Yamamura......

Oh, he repeated this name in his heart, she must have something to do with the riots that followed. Yusaku Shigemori didn't have any available evidence to support this idea, but whenever he remembered the bad luck in her, he felt that she must have something to do with it. The idea was superstitious and unfounded, but it overflowed his chest like the snow that melted in spring. The woman who was as beautiful as a banshee in the sea...... Was she hurt in the riots? Or......

The uprising, known as the "Kyoto Rebellion," was suppressed by force by the belated Tokyo Defense Forces, and two brigades of garrison infantry were thrown into battle in the city, resulting in a great deal of bloodshed. Driven by unknown madness, humans turned into wild beasts, frantically pounced on all humans in their sight until they died.

After the defense forces paid a heavy price of hundreds of casualties among officers and men, the three days of difficult street fighting finally came to an end. The most insane of the last were also put in restraint and sent to a specially opened psychiatric treatment center for research, and what caused the madness remains a mystery to this day. Based on a comprehensive study of the confessions obtained from the surviving residents, experts concluded that the source of the riot was the Kyoto Prison Building. This view is supported by a deeper investigation that has followed.

The list of those who died is still ongoing, with hundreds of missing people registered, and the number is steadily growing, and the vast majority of them may never reappear in this world.

In this riot, Yusaku Shigemori was lucky to escape. Due to the previous arrests inside the theater, which had to take several days to renovate, he gave the incumbents a day off, and coincidentally avoided the disaster. As a result of this sudden accident, the Flying Theatre will inevitably be paralyzed in a short period of time, and it will also face a bleak situation in the foreseeable future...... Any entertainment will be thwarted in the face of a mysterious catastrophe that will go down in history, and this event has once again cast a layer of blood on this ancient city, and it may take a long time for the Japanese people living in Tokyo to recover from this incident.

Suddenly, his footsteps stopped. Yusaku Shigemori listened intently, and as he heard someone playing the cello. The timbre is low and flat, like a melancholy and calm lake. Then came the crisp sound of the piano, the sound and rhythm of which was beautiful, and the clean and vibrant melody shook the solid wood floor, guiding the cello before it as well. The melodies of the two begin in their own way, then gradually come closer and intertwin, and finally become a beautiful ensemble, a perfect harmony that stimulates each other and takes the rhythm of the other into a new realm.

The low violin and the agitated piano turn into a harmonious whole, and the bright and relaxed melody is like a simple and happy mood.

Oh my God, Shigemori was silently scurrying through the theater, and he couldn't wait to see who could play such beautiful music. His fingers unconsciously tapped the beat, to the rhythm of the two voices. These two melodies are just excellent when taken out and listened to alone, but this wonderful combination is like a person with four hands playing two instruments at the same time......

Perfect. He thought obsessively.

Then, as if his heart was pounding, he heard two footsteps...... It should be said that it is a dance step. The rhythm of this step and the rhythm of the instrument are perfectly combined, and every step is stepped on the point with unmistakable accuracy, one is a crisp heel, the other is a crackling leather shoe.

Spinning, staggering, swapping, and a gorgeous hug...... Crisp and smooth dance steps echo through the empty corridors. Shigemori can't wait to gallop as he searches every corner of the theater for this pair of invisible dancers and invisible musicians. He walked through corridor after corridor, past poster after poster, room after room, all as silent as a castle in his sleep. It was as if he was chasing a pair of shadows that didn't exist, in vain and sweating profusely.

He suddenly remembered something, Yusaku Shigemori climbed up to the second floor of the backstage and opened the door to the recording studio.

Once where sound artists worked, there was a window to look at the stage from a high vantage point. The room, which had been damaged by the previous raids, was reluctantly restored to its original state after a simple restoration. The broken machine had been replaced with a new one, and Shigemori stepped over the crunching improvised planks and walked over to the playback system.

The power light is on.

He pressed the pause button, and the faint dance steps and music came to an abrupt halt, a clever mechanism.

Shigemori took out a cassette tape from the machine and looked at it for a while, it was still covered with a white label from the factory, and the field for filling in the contents was still blank.

A chuckle came from afar, and Shigemori looked up sharply, and in the small window, he saw two figures appear on the stage.

One is a slender man in a black suit, and the other is a slender woman in a white dress.

The man in black sat down in front of the piano, lifted the front cover, and gently knocked out a few notes. After a few tentative plays, he soon began to play indulgently. The light and beautiful melody seems to turn on some kind of switch, and the feet of the woman in the dress take a few gentle steps on the stage, and then the dance steps begin to speed up until they merge with the tone of the piano.

Whirling, never-ending whirlwind, the white dress is like a wanton blooming lily, blooming with dazzling brilliance on the stage. The long black hair fluttered in mid-air with the dance steps, and the deep strands of hair absorbed all the light, not the bright color that reflected the light, but the solid color that was as dull as a black hole. However, Shigemori felt that this quality added an inhuman and magical beauty to the dancers, as if admiring some kind of art beyond the realm of common sense, and could only feel its beauty with a hazy subconscious.

Sadako Yamamura, who silently recited the name, the pronunciation echoing quietly between his lips and teeth, sweet and cold, like smoothie. Shigemori looked at the stage obsessively, and he unconsciously lay on the window pane, looking at the two people on the stage. This scene is like the last scene of the unformed script in his mind, and after the finale, the heroine is controlled by a demon named "Crow" after falling into the crow's palm, but she subdues the demon and retrieves her own heart.

That's what the last scene should look like...... Shigemori watched her story play out perfectly before her eyes, and Sadako Yamamura spun around the stage, blooming like a flower that had finally seen the sun. An inexplicable taste echoed in his chest, and he had a wonderful premonition that this was perhaps the last time he had ever seen this woman and the mysterious man......

Drama that takes place in reality...... The director, who has been immersed in his own spiritual creation world all year round, silently shed tears.

At some point, the piano did not stop, but the "crow" had already stood up. Shigemori seemed to hear an entire orchestra accompaniment, the tuba and trumpet whining, the beat of the drum kit striking each other, violins, cellos, alto violins, clarinets, ...... More than thirty performers, the compound melody swirls to the zenith of the stage.

The lights turned on, and a beam of stage light shone on the woman's body. Black and white meet in a magnificent ensemble, where the two colors intertwine into extravagant dance steps. Rotation and stillness, strength and beauty, brisk steps and pauses, all these elements unfold on the stage in a meandering manner, becoming a remarkable dance.

The last beat stops, all the sounds on the stage are silent, and the dance ends with white flowers falling into the arms of black crows. The black figure stood behind her, wrapped in a velvet cloak in the bosom of the night, and the pale and beautiful side face flashed in the cloak for the last time, faintly glancing at the unoccupied seats under the stage, like a peerless city at the top of the world overlooking her territory.

There was no applause, no cheers, the stage lights went out.

Everything returns to darkness and shadow.

Shigemori Yusaku knew that this was the last time he saw Sadako Yamamura. He sat down on a stool and began to cry uncontrollably.

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Thank you to so many people in the book review area who care and encourage me, let you worry and I'm back.

I actually finished writing this chapter last night, but it may be that it is close to the holiday, and the network is directly disconnected...... I got up at 7 o'clock this morning to catch a plane, then I turned the car again when I arrived in Shanghai, and I arrived home in the evening......

Anyway, I'm back, thinking that this book could be eunuch friends, please don't worry, the pleasant adventure story will go on.

No eunuchs, this is a man's promise. (Flag planting)