Crown of Silence

Chapter 294 Senior brother, let me show you a treasure

Late at night in autumn, it rained heavily.

A figure wearing a black poncho stood beside the carriage and opened the door for Andre. Andre paused for a moment and nodded slightly: "Excuse me for waiting, Gavin."

"It's your job, sir." Gavin just smiled.

As the doors closed, the carriage rushed into the rain and headed uptown.

In the silent car, Andre put the long awl on his knees and slowly released it. He held it too hard, and the white joints stretched out, and there was a faint sound of stones rubbing against each other.

"It's up to you to connect with the research institute in the past two days." He suddenly said, "We must ensure that the assembly of 400 units is completed within nine days."

Gavin nodded, "Yes."

"Thank you for your hard work." Andre closed his eyes to rest. "It's so late, let the driver take you back first. I'm tired too. We'll talk about the orchestra tomorrow."

"Yes." Gavin agreed without any objection.

Soon, the carriage stopped, Gavin said goodbye, held up a black umbrella and left. The carriage started moving again, and even the sound of breathing was cut off in the silent carriage.

But in those lowered eyes, there was a faint light like a sword.

Andre pressed the long awl on his knee, as if touching red-hot iron. His fingers grazed the blade, and a gash opened. Blood seeped out and fell to the ground along the blade.

Silently, the long cone turned into powder, which fell to the ground and gradually dissipated.

"A machine that replaces musicians? It's the most ridiculous thing in the world..."

Andre raised his eyes, stared at the darkness in front of him, and said in a low voice:

"One day, Newton, you're going to go to hell."

——

The sound of heavy rain came from the window, and the faint sound of wind seemed to blow the dim lamp in the hall. The dim light became more and more attenuated amidst the sound of rain. The once magnificent hall was only a blur in the reflection, as if it had been weathered and covered with dust.

The young man who was soaked by the rain quietly opened the side door and walked in. He was stunned when he saw the decayed and old man under the light. The decaying man still had a respirator on his face, and the slender rubber tubes were tangled with his gray hair, as if they were growing in one place.

There was a faint breath, with the sound of water rolling in the lungs.

Hearing the footsteps, the old man opened his eyes and stared at Gavin.

Gavin paused and said softly: "Father, I'm back."

After a long silence, a disgusted voice came from under the respirator: "You still know how to come back? Do you still think of me as your father?"

Gavin lowered his head, "Sorry, father, the band has been quite busy these two days..."

"That's enough, stop saying those nice words." The man waved his hands irritably, "Gavin, after you became a royal musician, did you no longer have family in your eyes? Don't let your mother down!"

Gavin was stunned, his iron-gray eyes trembling, and after a long time he lowered his eyes:

"Yes, father."

The old man snorted coldly and looked dissatisfied: "Deputy Commander Andre's carriage brought you back today? Why don't you invite him to have dinner with you?"

Gavin hesitated and whispered: "Deputy leader, he is... very tired from work today."

Undisguised disappointment flashed in the man's eyes, and he looked away from him: "Forget it, I shouldn't have expected anything from you in the first place.

For people like you, as long as they don't cause trouble to the family. "

Gavin tightened his grip on his clothes and remained silent.

"And..." The old man gasped hard, straightened up from the wheelchair, and looked at him: "How did you handle Banner's matter...?"

"Mr. Feiling has assured me that Banner will definitely have a place in the quota three years from now."

"Three years?!"

The hoarse voice rose, and the old man was irritated. He stared at him, his turbid breathing mixed with vague questions:

"You still want Banner to waste a few more years? Don't you even have a place for your brother in your heart? Disappointed... You disappoint me so much, Gavin!"

He choked and coughed with all his strength, and the sound of his cough was like a hammer hitting an open cave. Gavin hurriedly went up to help him, but he pushed him away impatiently.

A hand stretched out from behind, pulled him away, then stepped forward, gently pressed the old man's back, and skillfully injected him with a cough medicine.

Gavin froze on the spot.

"It doesn't matter, father, I can become a royal musician even without my brother."

Banner comforted the old man softly, glanced at him coldly, and pushed up the wheelchair: "It's too late, you go to bed first."

The young man pushed the old man out of the hall.

Gavin stared blankly at their backs and wanted to say something. After a long time, he lowered his hand feebly.

In the dim light, he sat on the dusty sofa and lowered his eyes tiredly.

Outside the window, a faint flash of lightning illuminated the rain curtain.

On the dead branch, the robin withdrew its sight and fluttered its wings.

——

On the same rainy night, the blond young man who had returned home and had a comfortable bath was wrapped in a bath towel and marveled at the unrecognizable metal skeleton on the workbench in the basement.

"...The internal power circulation is blocked, the pressure pump is destroyed, 80% of the artificial muscles are shattered and torn, and the etheric nerves are also paralyzed due to overload."

He briefly looked at the skeleton and shook his head: "No, it's completely scrapped. Ye Zi, you're a bit cruel in seeking death this time.

Did you go and fight the legendary Ripper for three hundred rounds? "

"……almost."

Opposite the workbench, Ye Qingxuan, who was covered in bandages and had two plasters on his face, couldn't help but look away.

He was almost paralyzed now, and the slightest movement of his body would tear him apart in pain.

But for some reason, under the light, his eyes looked strange. It is obviously pure black, but it has a feeling of transparency.

At first glance, it's like looking into a deep, clear pool, with no bottom or sides visible. It's like there is an invisible whirlpool pulling at people's sanity, making them feel dizzy.

After checking for a long time, Charles dropped the wrench and shook his head: "No, there's nothing we can do to fix it."

"Um?"

Ye Qingxuan was stunned for a moment and felt a little panicked: "No way?"

This set of 'iron bones' has accompanied him through life and death many times. Without it, with Ye Qingxuan's useless physique, he would have died long ago.

Now that he heard Charles say this, he suddenly felt heartbroken: What if he tries to commit suicide again in the future?

"It's completely gone. Look here."

Charles pointed to the main trunk of the skeleton and showed him the fine cracks on it. He stretched out his hand and knocked, and the iron bones made a hollow echo.

Ye Qingxuan frowned.

"You also heard it, right?" Charles lifted the skeleton, shook it slightly, and then made a small noise.

"The inside of the material has been completely broken. It's okay to repair it reluctantly. Maybe if you move it reluctantly, it will shatter into pieces. It's okay to be broken, but if it gets stuck somewhere... Hehe, you don't want to be here either. When you were preparing to escape, you found that you couldn't move one of your legs, right?"

"What should we do?"

"Throw it away." Charles shook his head and sighed: "It's broken like this. If you want to repair it, it's better to build it again. After all, it was a design I made when I was fifteen. It's not easy to survive until now."

Ye Qingxuan was silent for a while, stretched out his hand to touch the skeleton, and sighed gloomily: "This is the only way."

"Do not be sad."

Charles patted him on the shoulder and smiled mysteriously:

"——Senior brother, let me show you a treasure."

As he said this, he unknowingly took out a thick book that looked a bit old and put it into Ye Qingxuan's arms: "Look at this."

"What is this? The little yellow book you copied by hand?"

Ye Qingxuan looked at the empty book in his hand, opened it with doubts, but fell into silence. After a long time, he raised his head, his face pale:

"...Brother, do you know how many years you will be sentenced to if you secretly bring something like this out?"

"It doesn't matter if you don't get caught."

Charles grinned: "If you ask me to work, you have to ask me to get some wages, right?"

The book Ye Qingxuan unfolded was filled with small characters and detailed and rigorous patterns - it could be seen that this was an original hand-drawn work, with scrawled comments and handwriting still remaining on it.

It was like a dead giant being dug out of a thick rock formation. The bones exuded a ferocious chill, making people shudder just by looking at them.

When I first started watching it, I felt confused, but once I put the pieces together in my mind, I could imagine what the hell it was.

"This is... Archangel Armor?"

Ye Qingxuan lowered his voice.

"Strictly speaking, it is the sixty-year-old style. Relax a little. This is only part of the internal skeletal system, and does not include the ether system and weapon system."

Charles whistled: "I took a bad old man and searched for more than two hours in the secret library before I found this thing. It's my fault that I have a sharp eye. Hehe... Otherwise, wouldn't this loss be in vain?"

"My eyes are like a ghost!

Ye Qingxuan's expression twitched: "You just grabbed a copy and came back!" "

"Stop talking so much, just say whether you want it or not!"

"Yes!" Ye Qingxuan hugged the book subconsciously: "Why not?"

"That'll be easy!"

Charles hooked his shoulders and rubbed his fingers: "Now that we have all the tools, we are short of materials. Senior brother knows that you have a wide range of options, why don't you think of a way?"

A list of materials that had been prepared long ago was placed in front of him. It was obvious that he had been waiting for Ye Qingxuan's words, and then roped him in as an accomplice.

"..."

Ye Qingxuan looked at him with a strange expression and hesitated to speak.

"What's wrong?" Charles was stunned: "Is there any problem that can't be solved?"

"It can be done, but..." Ye Qingxuan was silent for a long time and then covered his eyes: "Senior brother, have you noticed that your bath towel has fallen to the ground a long time ago?"

"..."