A not-so-pleasant sound came from the attic opposite.

Is it to Alice?

It's a rusty and terrible approach.

McCarney frowned, he had no musical talent, he couldn't sing with all five notes, and he couldn't even beat to the beat.

But that doesn't mean he doesn't know how to appreciate music as a middle-class Scottish family.

Zhang Huaisheng's level can be described as a "disaster".

You know, the difficulty of Alice is not that high, and many beginners can play it smoothly.

He took out the tin box full of tobacco, rolled the flue-cured tobacco by himself, the corners of his mouth slightly curled, and he had already thought about how to laugh at him when the other party returned.

But the sound of the piano soon changed from jerky to skillful, cheerful and gentle music, and his frowning brow gradually relaxed.

He thought to himself, Zhang Huaisheng probably hadn't played the piano for a long time.

It's all because of this damn war.

War has changed the trajectory of many people's lives.

Sometimes, even the most damn stability is better than the best war.

He narrowed his eyes slightly, as if recalling the time when he was at home in Scotland, listening to his daughter play the piano.

He was like now, smoking a cigarette and listening silently with his coffee.

"Life is always bitter."

He tossed the sugar cube into his cup of coffee and took a sip: "No matter how much sugar you add, it still can't hide the bitterness." I miss you so much, Saoirse. ”

Saoirse is his daughter's name, and in Gaelic, it means freedom.

This represents his expectations.

But now, McCarney is a little shaken.

The British Empire was in full swing, the United States could be independent across the Atlantic Ocean, and Canada, Australia, New Zealand, and South Africa could be self-governing.

But what about the Gaelic people on their doorstep?

With the power of the Gaelic themselves, can they really win their freedom?

As for relying on the Yankees, Germans ... No one is really reliable, the Germans are too busy to take care of themselves, the Yankees are repeatedly jumping sideways, who knows when they will sell the Gaelic to the British for a good price?

Even though Wilson is of Irish descent.

Even though there are quite a few Irish people in high positions in the United States.

But when they are in high positions, they are no longer Irish.

The nation is never as important as the class.

McCarney couldn't help but think that if he had never participated in the independence movement, his daughter would not have died and would not have lived the life of exile as she is now.

If that hadn't happened.

He can still live in a villa in the countryside, lying on a recliner with his legs crossed, drinking coffee, smoking cigarettes, and living a leisurely life every day.

The sound of the piano stopped.

A moment later, Zhang Huaisheng reappeared at the door.

McCarney raised his coffee cup and said softly, "Zhang, you have a girl you like, right?" ”

Zhang Huaisheng subconsciously sketched a cold figure in his mind, she was wearing a cyan robe, standing alone, and there was no emotion on her delicate face.

The corners of Zhang Huaisheng's mouth curled slightly: "It's barely there." ”

McCarney laughed and said, "That must be a very lively, very gentle, Alice-like girl." ”

Zhang Huaisheng shook his head: "No... She is actually a very bland personality, and often makes people not know what to say about what is good. So the two often face each other and are silent. ”

"Then she must be beautiful."

Zhang Huaisheng smiled and nodded: "Indeed, she is the most beautiful girl I have ever seen, there is no one." ”

"Oh, this is a young man."

A smile appeared on the old wheat head's face: "I was like this when I was younger, I thought that color was more important than anything else, but later, when I met my lover, I realized that it didn't matter at all - it was thirty years ago, when I was playing a cricket match in Aberdeen..."

The conversation is in full swing.

Lao Maitou took out the whiskey that had been treasured for a long time, and told the love story of his youth.

Many people in this era have had a legendary experience.

McCarney has it too.

When he was young, in a bar, he used a revolver to shoot passionately at people; led students to protest in the streets; and Clifford, who co-founded the Gaelic Institute, to escape the pursuit of the Anglo-Saxons...

Zhang Huaisheng listened silently.

Drink the wine one by one until you are slightly drunk.

The two of them lay down on the sofa in the living room and fell asleep.

After falling asleep, the mermaid on his chest hung upside down from the cross, flashing with a red light, and the mermaid with eyes full of hatred and jealousy slowly emerged, blowing in his ear.

He was instantly frozen into an ice sculpture.

The mermaid, who seemed to be a little angry, looked at this scene with satisfaction, and turned her eyes to Zhang Huaisheng on the side.

It subconsciously licked its lips, and then, with great perseverance, resisted the temptation and retracted into the cross.

...

Zhang Huaisheng was woken up by freezing.

When I woke up, there was a thick mist all around.

In a cold room, you can spit out white mist when you open your mouth.

The outside of the window is all paste, and the courtyard wall that is a little far away cannot be seen clearly, and as for the street, it is even more blurry

There is only one plane tree by the window, because it has not been pruned for a long time, and the yellowed branches and leaves are close to the glass window, so it can be seen more realistically.

This is not Iris 23.

This is... The piano room you went to today?

How did I get here?

Zhang Huaisheng stood up from the piano chair and stood still in front of the huge dressing mirror leaning against the wall.

He wore a black gown with a gold brooch set with South African pink diamonds pinned to his chest and tasseled ornaments on his shoulders.

"This dress, like the one I saw before, the one that was in the piano room, hung on a hanger."

"But the face is still mine, and it has not become the original owner of this house."

First of all, it is certain that this is a dream.

The source should be the mystery of this iris street.

But how did you get recruited?

Because of shattering my personality three times in a row, my mental defense line is too fragile and self-defeating?

Zhang Huaisheng frowned deeply and thought seriously.

No, at least not only.

Zhang Huaisheng turned his gaze back to the piano placed in front of him - the piano that was still dusty last night has been completely new at this moment, as if someone often plays it.

It's because I played this piano...

In addition, I have recently had a nervous breakdown and drank too much alcohol at night, so I was taken advantage of by the mystery of Iris Street.

This is probably something that Mr. McCarney did not expect.

After all, simply playing the piano and drinking alcohol will not lead to such a cascade of consequences.

Everything is a coincidence.

But how do I get out?

Zhang Huaisheng fell into deep thought.

After a while, he decided to try to open the window first, but it was so locked that if he forced it, it would make a loud noise.

This is undoubtedly an extremely dangerous act at a time when the situation is not clear.

In this process, Zhang Huaisheng suddenly realized that his strength seemed to have become much smaller.

He tried to lift the piano chair not far away, but it was unexpectedly heavy.

A trace of panic surged in his heart, and he tried to transform into a werewolf, but the spirituality in his body was silent as if he was dead, and he was not mobilized at all.

Is it because in a dream, so all my abilities are gone?

I seem to be weaker than the average person now.

Zhang Huaisheng was worried.

In the past, when I had nightmares, I was chased by monsters, or when I was fighting with enemies, I always felt like I couldn't use my strength.

Now that feeling is back.

Zhang Huaisheng sighed lightly, trying to erase all the negative emotions that emerged in his heart.

He began to search the room for valuable objects, but eventually found only a copy of "Bach's sheet music", and found nothing.

He found a hard object in his pocket, and when he took it out, he realized that it was a metal nameplate of unknown material, and on it was written a simplified name, which should be French letters.

Louis Joseph.

A common French name may be the original owner of this piano room.

Holding the metal nameplate, Zhang Huaisheng clearly felt that his figure reflected in front of the dressing mirror had become much more condensed.

It seems that the strength has also regained some strength.

"Does that mean my guess is correct?"

"It seems that I need to know more so that I can improve my ability in this ... I don't know if it's the strength of the dream or the fantasy thing? ”

Get out of the room.

A dark shadow struck.

Zhang Huaisheng subconsciously took a step back, but before he could take this step, a sharp pain struck, and Zhang Huaisheng fell into a long period of darkness.

A moment later.

Zhang Huaisheng woke up again in the piano chair.

His hands were still on the keys, as if nothing had happened.

No, no, no, that's not an illusion.

I did die once!

Standing in front of the dressing mirror, Zhang Huaisheng could clearly see that his figure was lighter than before, which was more solid than before he got the metal nameplate, and dimmer than after.

So, every time I die, I get a little darker, until I disappear?

Zhang Huaisheng frowned.

It's definitely not okay to stay in the room.

He didn't believe that when the time came, he would be able to wake up naturally, which was not in line with extraordinary common sense.

But what kind of monster is guarding the door, he is now at most the strength of an ordinary adult male, and he can't even capture his movements, so how can he get out?

Zhang Huaisheng walked around the room, and then made up his mind: "I still have room for trial and error, let's take something to attract its attention first." ”

He picked up a porcelain vase in the corner, placed it in the doorway, and rolled it out.

Bang –

The vase shattered.

In the doorway, stood an upright, like a drying rack, its face blank, but with two pale blue flames acting as eyes.

At the moment of breaking the vase.

The drying rack monster seemed to have violated some kind of taboo, and immediately panicked.

In the next second, an invisible force surged towards it, directly destroying it into a pile of fragments.

"Can't you make a loud noise?"

Zhang Huaisheng silently remembered this.

Then, he stepped over the remains of the hanger monster, walked out of the door, first looked at both ends of the corridor, and found that there were no monsters watching, before squatting down and picking out a sharp wooden wedge among the remains of the hanger monster.

This should be used for self-defense for a while.

Zhang Huaisheng put the wooden wedge into his trouser pocket, thought for a moment, and walked to the left of the hallway, where there was a staircase leading downstairs, which was the only way to leave the villa.

But turn the hallway.

Zhang Huaisheng saw a pale and delicate little boy standing at the bottom of the stairs.

He said:

"Brother, we have to hurry, otherwise my father will be angry, he is getting more and more irritable now."

Brother?

Father?

This Louis is related to Louis XVI?

After a little thought, Zhang Huaisheng decided to temporarily play this so-called "elder brother".

"Brother, I don't know why today, it seems that I have lost a lot of memories."

"Can you tell me something about me?"

The little boy showed a strange smile: "You come down first, and I'll tell you." ”

Flutter...

The little boy's palm, like a sharp dagger, pierced Zhang Huaisheng's chest directly.

The strength passed quickly.

Zhang Huaisheng was a little puzzled: "Why?" ”

The little boy chuckled and said, "Brother is so stupid, since you have forgotten, then you should die." ”