Late yesterday night, when the bell rang at midnight, a crowd of birds was startled.

In the misty city of Avalon, birds soar across the night sky with nimble wings, shining under the stars. It was a crow, a white crow.

It was a moonless night, and the moonlight was covered by pitch-black clouds, with only a few stars.

The crows rose from the fog and hovered over the sleeping city, overlooking the city's musical lights. At the heavy midnight bell, the crow flew silently towards the bell tower and landed on the sharp hands of the huge clock dial.

At midnight, the brass hand pointed like a sword blade to the sky.

The white crow silently looked back, looked around, and finally passed through the skylight and layers of gear machinery of the bell tower, and entered the dark bell tower.

A candle lit silently, illuminating the dusty bell tower.

In the darkness, there were a few bits of blue light silently, the reflection of the candle flame in the eyes of the beasts, the pupils of the predators. Those turquoise eyes, full of indifferent gaze, crisscrossed the room, looking at each other with a palpitating aura.

I don't know when this small room has been filled with more than a dozen birds. They varied from each other to black vultures, grey seabirds, and among them a huge pelican.

The pelican's long beak drooped, and it looked like it was smiling, but its eyes were silent and deep instead of smiling.

Seeing the arrival of the white crow, the pelican opened his mouth and made a voice: "Gentlemen, I think everyone knows what it is for this time. I don't think everyone is in the mood to be polite to each other, so let's get straight to the point. ”

"Of course. ”

"Are the results of the investigation in?"

"I don't want to waste my time either. ”

The birds made a noise and made human noise.

If anyone were here, they would be scared half to death. But in the eyes of the musician, the scene in front of him contains a different kind of mystery.

These birds are not real living creatures, but puppets transformed from ether, delicate and cold dead things.

At the moment they are flying, spreading their wings, or speaking words, but they are only controlled by a remote manipulator.

In order to conceal each other's identities, or to fear that someone with a heart would find out about the meeting, they chose to come with puppets. But even if it is a puppet, it is so finely done, and it has to reflect the magnificence of the nobility all the time. The voice of the speech had a tone of frustration like an aria, full of reserved majesty.

When the birds fell silent, the pelican looked around at the people present, and said in a hoarse voice like an old man: "A few days ago, the vision that appeared in the lower city was more than everyone who received the news. ”

He paused, his hoarse voice evoking memories that had kept everyone tossing and turning for days:

-- The moon rises in the sea.

According to the verification, it is indeed the scene produced by the musician's fateful chapter and the world resonating and interfering with reality...... Everyone is worried that there is nothing wrong with that person, maybe he is back. ”

As soon as the words fell, the birds suddenly became noisy, and they either questioned angrily, or were stunned and silent, or grasped every detail to ask questions, intending to refute this possibility.

The only thing that was the same was the unconcealable fear in his voice.

"Enough!"

The pelicans raised their voices, completely suppressing their chaotic voices. Seeing them fall silent, he spoke again: "Regarding the vision that appeared a few days ago, we have used all kinds of connections to find the scene.

Unfortunately, nothing.

All the people present have become mentally ill, and those who survive have been admitted to the Arkham Asylum. You may not be able to regain your sobriety for the rest of your life.

The dead have been taken away by the Royal Academy, and there is the chassis of that madman of Newton, and we can't get our hands on it. All traces of the site have been cleaned up, and there is no leakage.

But that vision seems to be deliberately ......"

"He's demonstrating. The vulture's voice was like gritting its teeth, and it murmured angrily, "He just wants us to see!"

The owl's eyes were also gloomy: "That's right, he's going to tell us that he's back!"

"It's arrogant!, can he alone resist the power of the entire Anglo Empire!"

"He's dreaming!"

"But ......"

"That's enough, what are we arguing about? Do you want civil strife at this time?"

"What's wrong? Are you scared?"

It looked like a flock of birds chirping, but different voices were arguing with each other, old and young, panicked or angry.

At last, all the birds turned their heads and stared at their companions in the corner: "White Crow, you promised us that he is dead. ”

The silence was sudden, and under the questioning of all the kind, the white crow remained indifferent, and only looked at their eyes in silence, until they finally calmed down, he spoke, and said lightly:

"He did die. ”

It was as if something had been set on fire, and the birds were furious.

"You're lying!"

"Raven, I've had enough of your lies!"

"But what happened that day?!"

"In the whole world, there is only one fateful chapter that can cause that kind of scene!"

—Moon Yin. ”

In the confusion, I don't know who said the name that seemed to represent the calamity, so for a moment, everyone fell silent. I was shocked by the seemingly elegant name, and my eyes were overwhelmed.

In the stillness of palpitations, the pelican, presiding over the meeting, spread its wings and suppressed the panic in everyone's eyes.

He asked, "That guy destroyed all his records before he escaped." I'm afraid none of the people here can remember what he looked like.

Can you be sure you didn't kill the wrong person?"

The owl next to him said substantially: "Besides, for musicians, the trick of borrowing corpses to resurrect souls is not uncommon, right?"

"I've heard that there are musicians who can turn into rats......

The vulture said, "It's not impossible to escape. ”

"That's right, I've heard that when a musician dies, it's possible to crawl out of his grave......"

Once again, the flock began to make noise.

"Are you telling jokes?

But this time, in the midst of the uproar, the white crow suddenly made a solemn voice and interrupted their words.

"Follow fate, and all things go from birth to death. There is a shortage of manpower, so thou shalt keep the boundaries. Fear the ether, only the great source is eternal...... This phrase has been the oath of all musicians since the Dark Ages, have you ever heard it?"

He looked around at his stunned companion, his voice full of mockery: "Have you read too many legendary novels?"

Since man came into this world, he is doomed to death. It was the arrangement of fate, and no one could resist it. When a person dies, he will not be resurrected. Where will there be a corpse crawling out of the grave?

Resurrection of the dead?

How could human beings ever have such a luxury as a 'soul'? If there were, thousands of years ago, our ancestors would have sold it to evil gods, right?"

If we can do it, the law of 'conservation of mass' in the school of change will be overturned, and I don't know how many people will die of madness because of the backlash of music theory.

Don't be misled by Newton's apocrypha, he wasn't even a musician, just a madman who had his brain smashed by an apple and became a psychopath!

Yueyin is dead, this thing is true!"

"Hmph, who knows if Moon Yin has any hole cards?"

The vulture muttered in a low voice, "Until now, have there been fewer means to make people immortal?"

The white crow said coldly: "Immortality, not immortality!"

"And the Pope ......"

"Enough!" cried the crow, "perhaps you are majestic enough in the earthly world, but do you dare to speculate on the realm of the gods?"

"I don't dare, but don't forget what Tsukiyin used to do at the Royal Academy!"

The vulture cross-examined: "Until now we don't know: how far that guy has advanced in the forbidden system?"

Before he escaped, he erased all research records and memories from the minds of all the people involved.

Anyone who has dealt with him has completely forgotten that he exists. For so many years, we have no clues other than knowing that he is an Oriental!"

"Besides, can anyone really kill him?"

The owl said, "Even Maxwell's madman didn't even want to fight him, and the royal musicians were helpless against him, and even Gaius led the dragoon troops to capture him himself, and more than half of them were lost in his hands!"

"That's right! After that operation, Gaius defected directly. We still don't know what secret Gaius got from him!"

"I knew that Romulus man could not be trusted! His Majesty the Pope handed over the power of the Great to Gaius, and as a result, it only took an Eastern mongrel to bewitch him, and he betrayed us when the empire needed him most!"

"Revolutionary army, those damn rebels! I see that Gaius and Yueyin are all in league at all, they are all the same......"

"But what about now? In case Yueyin really didn't die, they joined forces ......"

"Calm down, everyone. ”

The white crow made a sound, and no one paid attention to him, so his eyes became angry, and he raised his voice:

"Calm !!"

Finally, the flock quieted down.

"Look, it's cool down now, how nice?"

The white crow said lightly: "Don't worry, Yueyin is dead, there is no doubt about it." ”

"How can you be sure?"

The pelican was silent for a long time, and asked solemnly: "Even if you are a strong musician, when facing him, you may miss it, right?"

"You don't need to worry about that. ”

The white crow chuckled softly: "This is the only way, it is impossible. That man has never missed a beat, and he has never let anyone else down in him.

No musician can say that he can beat him. Since he moved his hand and told us that Yueyin was dead, then he would definitely not live. ”

"How can you be sure that he didn't lie to you?"

"Because no, you need!"

The white crow said the name coldly.

So in the attic, there was a long silence and silence, and the birds exchanged glances in astonishment, and after a long time, a heart finally stabilized.

As if the dust had settled, they let out a sigh of relief.

That sentence seemed to have a magical power, and the chaos was instantly resolved.

For in that moment of silence, the crow whispered:

"—The man who killed Moonyin was Bach. ”