The melodious singing still vaguely echoed in his ears thousands of kilometers away, and Wu Xiu's fingers that pulled the trigger and were only a little bit of strength away from triggering also stopped in the light singing, no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't move forward a bit.

"あたしがを語るのなら"

(If I want to talk about love)

"その眼には如何、映像る?"

(What a sight was reflected in those eyes)

"詞は有り余るばかり"

(Words are all superfluous)

"無約の音が流れてく"

(The unsullied timbre flows away)

"あなたがに塗れるまで"

(Before You Are Painted with Love)

"その色は幻だ"

(The view is nothing but fantasy)

"ひとりぼっち、音に呑まれれば"

(A man alone is swallowed up by music)

"世界共通の快楽さ"

(This is a common happiness all over the world.)

"つまらない茫然に溺れる暮らし"

(Indulging in boredom and dazed)

"誰もが彼をなぞる"

(Everybody imitates him like this)

"繰り返す使い回しの歌に"

(The song that switches freely in a loop)

"また耳を推いだ"

(Clogged ears again)

"She didn't do anything wrong, so why kill her?"

Ah, yes, such a beautiful person, such a beautiful song, how could he shoot this shot and make her and her song disappear from the world?

This is the biggest sin, Wu Xiu.

While thinking like this, Wu Xiu let go of the sniper rifle, stood up and wanted to climb over the fence in front of him and go to the poor blue figure.

Even if you can't reach her, just admiring her up close, I'm very satisfied.

The next moment, Wu Xiu's eyes suddenly went dark, he lost consciousness in an instant, and his whole person was paralyzed like mud.

With a light sigh and retracting the knife that had stunned Wu Xiu, Wei Yanwu dragged him down from the place where he would fall from the edge of a high-rise building in a few steps, and turned his head to look at Chen Fan, who was lying on the ground half-dead: "Xiao Chen, will you use a sniper rifle?" Xiao Wu, the kid, was still affected by the singer after all, and it seems that the audio is no matter how long the distance is, if he really faces the singer, he still can't do it. ”

Hearing Wei Yanwu's words, Chen Fan first nodded slightly, and then immediately shook his head desperately: "No, don't count on me, Uncle Wei." Although I can use a sniper rifle, first of all, I can't use it as well as Wu Xiu, a dead lady, and secondly, it's so high here, I can't have the guts to move after climbing to the edge, unless I ......"

After hesitating for a moment, Chen Fan kept shaking his head: "No, it's nothing, my past words will also lead to mistakes due to my fear of heights, let's better find a way to make Wu Xiu wake up early, and then shoot this shot no longer under the influence of the singer." ”

Anyway, it doesn't matter to me whether the humans here are dead or alive, let alone that they were only forced to help, so who cares about these problems?

As soon as Chen Fan made up his mind to say that he wouldn't go over anything, Wei Yanwu walked over and squatted in front of Chen Fan without saying a word after placing Wu Xiu: "But, Xiao Chen, you still have a way to overcome it, right?" ”

I can't wait to hurry up and give myself two big ear scrapers, Chen Fan thought to himself why he was so cheap, because of a moment of hesitation, he hesitated and said that he missed his mouth, resulting in being caught by Wei Yanwu's tail now.

Seeing that Chen Fan still didn't mean to speak, Wei Yanwu sighed deeply: "Xiao Chen, I know this is very bad, after all, you are just a super novice who has just become a floating spirit for less than a month, and you don't have too deep feelings for the Authority and people you don't know, being able to risk your life to land here from a high altitude and successfully collect key information is already considered benevolent, but ......"

Speaking of this, Wei Yanwu inadvertently caught a glimpse of Chen Fan's extremely deep and cool cross eyes hidden in the depths of the darkness, and after hesitating for a moment, he finally changed his original words: "However, I hope you can make the singer stop for the sake of that music producer." Although his last wish is probably to let his songs be praised, I believe that just like you said before that brushing fake playbacks will not make him happy, this situation must not be what he wants, right?

After all, it was the man's love that gave birth to the singer, not unwillingness and resentment. ”

I don't know which sentence or which word stimulated Chen Fan, and after lying on the ground and hesitating repeatedly, Chen Fan finally sighed: "Ha-okay, okay, I know Uncle Wei." There's always a way, I can just look at the inside of the sniper scope and not realize the height difference. But if you do this, you need Uncle Wei to aim the sniper rifle in a good direction first, otherwise it will take me too much time to adjust. ”

As soon as he heard this, Wei Yanwu immediately made an OK gesture, and after trotting over to put the sniper rifle in the right position, he trotted over and dragged Chen Fan to the designated position, so that he could aim at Hao Geji through the sniper scope without looking into the distance.

Rigidly closing his other eye to avoid realizing the height difference in his current position, Chen Fan quickly aimed at the forehead of the singing singer with the assistance of Wei Yanwu, and he did not have Wu Xiu's strong eyesight, he repeatedly adjusted the fixed point of aim, and only after confirming that it was foolproof was he ready to pull the trigger.

And at the moment when Chen Fan's fingers moved slightly, a petrified sensation also began to spread from his fingertips, making Chen Fan immediately raise his hands like an electric shock, stretch out his index finger and pierce his ear canal with lightning speed, stabbing the eardrums of both ears.

Under the staggered pain of drilling his heart and Wei Yanwu's silent shout, Chen Fan quickly lifted the sniper rifle whose position had not changed much, and just put his eyes on the scope and was about to pull the trigger, when the familiar feeling hit his fingertips again, forcing Chen Fan to let go of his hand again.

Gan!

After scolding something that he didn't know what to say, Chen Fan reluctantly took out the sticky notes and black pen he had taken out of his pocket when he was about to leave the music producer's room, and after writing a few lines of words, he showed the paper to Wei Yanwu, who kept grinding his teeth because Chen Fan poked his ears.

After looking at the lines on the paper, "bone conduction, the impact is much smaller but cannot be excited", Wei Yanwu's eyebrows furrowed deeply, and then he took out his binoculars and looked at the square in the distance.

At this time, some elderly people have fallen to the ground due to physical exhaustion, and some people who have been injured for various reasons have also fallen to the ground due to excessive blood loss or really unable to hold on.

Faced with the tragic scene observed from the telescope, Wei Yanwu grinded his teeth again, frowned and pondered for a moment, first took out the walkie-talkie and was about to ask what was on the other side, but found that his walkie-talkie had struck again.

Turning his head to look at Chen Fan, he found that he was holding Wu Xiu's walkie-talkie and shook his head helplessly, Wei Yanwu had to give up the idea of communicating with the Administration, and after picking up the binoculars and observing it, he sighed deeply: "Ha-that's it." Anyway, it's a bad life, when is it not a death to die? Besides, if she is really dead, the old bald head must have given that girl a pension. ”

Saying pessimistic words that only he could hear, Wei Yanwu immediately squatted down, took Chen Fan's convenience slip and wrote a line of words on it: "I have a way to get you out of the influence, Xiao Chen, you climb well, keep trying to pull the trigger, once you find that you can pull it down, don't worry about anything, just remember to be harmless!" ”

After quickly reading the contents of the convenience sign, Chen Fan glanced at Wei Yanwu in confusion, but only got a nod from him.

After pondering for a moment, Chen Fan decided to believe Wei Yanwu's words, lowered his head and put his eyes on the sniper rifle scope, and after aiming at the singer for the third time, he pressed his fingers on the trigger and pressed down hard, and after reaching the curve that would be petrified, he stopped and waited for the method that Wei Yanwu said.

Seeing that Chen Fan was ready, just waiting for himself to counteract the influence of the singer, Wei Yanwu stood up, his hands were first raised flat in front of his chest, then his left hand was parallel to his shoulders backwards, his elbows were slightly bent, and his right hand was bent up with various fingers to varying degrees, and his head was even more tilted to the left, as if he was holding a violin.

What Chen Fan can't see is that Wei Yanwu at this time is very different from the image of a sloppy uncle in his previous impression, exuding an elegant and solemn musician all over his body.

It's a pity that there are only unconscious Wu Xiu and Chen Fan in Tiantai Mountain, who is bent on aiming at the singer and doesn't look at him at all.

After silently lamenting in his heart that no one knew the goods, Wei Yanwu took a deep breath, and the illusory and elegant violin faintly appeared in his hand, and then Wei Yanwu gently stroked the strings like a veteran who had been immersed in this way for decades, and this alone made Chen Fan surprised to find that his fingers could continue to pull down a little.

"Sonata No. 1: The Sorrow of That Winter!"

The next moment, Wei Yanwu roared loudly and began his performance like an emperor on the King's Landing stage, and the poignant and sad melody was sonorous, which instantly distorted the singer's singing voice, allowing Chen Fan's fingers to continue to press down, and it had reached the level of being able to pull the trigger.

It's just that at the moment when he pulled the trigger, Chen Fan burst into tears for some reason, and suddenly remembered Wu Xiu's words before he fell into a coma:

"She didn't do anything wrong, so why kill her?"

So in a trance, Chen Fan's muzzle shifted slightly, causing the whistling bullet not to go straight to the singer's forehead, but to pass by and wipe her fluttering hair.

At this moment, the scarlet spider silk suddenly burst out, climbing up the hair of the singer, rapidly expanding and growing like a greedy ant colony, wrapping the singer's whole body almost instantly, and then under the guidance of the autonomous force, her posture was forcibly twisted into the shape of a cross with her hands outstretched, completely sealing her in the blood-red transparent cross coffin.

One eye looked through the scope at the blood coffin that seemed to be just the last glance of the sleeping singer, Chen Fan glanced at the crowd on the street who had fallen unconscious, and for some reason he had a strange feeling from the bottom of his heart.

It's not that I feel that something is wrong like before, but I always feel a little regretful.

I don't know if it's because the singer was sealed by himself, or if he suddenly changed his mind until the end, and just wanted to seal the singer.

Just after reluctantly sighing, Chen Fan was about to crawl back from the edge of the rooftop, but suddenly felt that his heel touched something soft.

His body subconsciously stiffened for a moment, Chen Fan silently untied the pistol from the belt behind his back, and then suddenly turned around and aimed the muzzle of the gun behind him, but he only saw Wei Yanwu collapse to the ground at some point, blood flowing out of his nose as if he didn't want money.

"Oh, my dear mother!"

Hurriedly squirming and crawling to Wei Yanwu's side, Chen Fan lay on the ground and took out a medical bag and tossed around, finally found the white medicine and bandages to stop bleeding, and after hurriedly spraying the hemostatic medicine onto the bandages, he slowly stuffed the bandages into Wei Yanwu's nose.

Fortunately, the bleeding stopped after a while after the bandage was stuffed in, and Chen Fan also breathed a sigh of relief, looked at Wu Xiu, who was still asleep in the distance, and helplessly picked up the walkie-talkie on his shoulder, and while trying to get in touch with the Authority, he slowly climbed back to the edge of the rooftop and prepared to see the situation of Ge Ji through the scope of the sniper rifle.

As a result, before the walkie-talkie was connected, Chen Fan saw a black thin shadow coming from the scope out of nowhere, and was quickly approaching the singer who was sealed in the blood coffin.

Subconsciously pulled the trigger, but all that sounded was the click of the empty chamber. Chen Fan suddenly remembered that before leaving, the bald director only gave him one special bullet for the three of them, and the rest did not even have the most basic live ammunition.

With a quick snort, Chen Fan knew that although the pistol issued would not be as lucky as an ordinary one ten meters away, it would definitely only be heard from a distance of a thousand meters, so he had no choice but to stretch his right hand out of the edge of the rooftop, and looked at the black shadow in the scope that was less than 100 meters away from Ge Ji and sneered coldly: "Although I don't know where you came from, but if you want to grab something under the nose of Uncle Ben, you are a little too despised, right?" ”

Before the words fell, the crimson energy rapidly expanded from Chen Fan's palm, and in the blink of an eye, a spiral-shaped giant spear was constructed, and the entire length was even more exaggerated than Chen Fan, Wei Yanwu, and Wu Xiu together.

"Well, I am the...... Forget it, why do you talk so much nonsense, go through him, Kungunir! ”

In the next instant, a dazzling red light shot out in an instant, crossing thousands of meters at a speed invisible to the naked eye, and piercing through the black shadow's chest. Then, without waiting for the black shadow to react, the violent energy unreasonably twisted and burst out, instantly shattering the black shadow along with the concrete floor with a radius of five meters.

After doing all this, Chen Fan slowly turned his head, staring at the flesh and blood that was torn into strips of cloth like the muzzle of an explosive rifle and the bones of Sen Sen's forearm that were completely shattered into the size of a fingernail for a while, and then the body that was caught up by the pain rolled on the ground screaming uncontrollably:

"Grass! Why?! Yes! Damn it! The inside of the reservoir is infinite, and if the exit is too small, will it still be burst?! Shit Dog Shit Dog Shit!! It hurts me, bastard!!!!!!! ”

(Kungunir: The weapon of Odin, the main god of Norse mythology, is quite simple and powerful, that is, "once thrown, it will definitely hit the target", it is a magic spear in a hundred rounds, which can penetrate anything it hits, and then automatically return to the owner.) When the Aesir and Warner wars began, it was Odin who took this gun and threw the first blow. Legend has it that the Vikings would be the first to throw spears at the enemy when they were in battle.

When Odin throws the spear, it emits a bright light that crosses the sky, which the people on the ground call "lightning", or "shooting star". It is recorded in mythology that whoever swears to Kungunir will have his vow fulfilled. This may be the origin of wishing for a shooting star.

Then, Luoyang began to be locked down everywhere yesterday, and the cabins were built...... Uncle Hitomi's might, terrifying! ）