Crown of Silence

Chapter 446 I am sincere!

"Ah! Look, what a beautiful moonlight!"

On the highest floor of the Judgment Tower, under the quiet moonlight, someone stared at the moonlight outside the iron bars, and sang intoxicatedly.

Behind the surrounding cell fences, there was a dead silence, and everyone couldn't help but cover their faces.

The young man seemed to have no idea, turned around, and said expectantly: "It's a good time, why don't I play music for everyone to cheer you up."

Someone's face changed drastically: "Don't! Charles, wait..."

"Oh oh oh ~ oh oh oh ~ oh oh oh ~ oh oh oh ~"

Charles sang emotionally to himself, full of intoxication: "The beauty of the holy city, June ~ the spring rain is like wine, Liu Ruyan~If we are destined to meet, we will meet even though we are thousands of miles apart~If we are not destined to meet, it is hard to hold hands~

Ten years of cultivation will allow us to cross the same path, and a hundred years of cultivation will allow us to sleep on the same pillow~”

The damn singing voice passed through the iron bars and echoed in everyone's ears, repeating over and over again: "If there is good fortune in a thousand years~We will be together in old age~If there is good fortune in a thousand years~We will be together in old age~la la la la la~

The prisoners couldn't help but cover their faces and search through boxes for earplugs.

Until the end, the closest victim - his cellmate, the strong man with a full beard, finally couldn't bear the torture, and suddenly broke the handle of the toothbrush and pressed it against his throat.

"Shut up, Charles!"

He gritted his teeth and made up his mind: "Otherwise I will hurt myself immediately and put you in a solitary cell!"

"Don't! If you don't like it, I can change it."

Charles was stunned and looked sad: "I was a genius musician back then. Did you know that I was a level 10 triangle player? Very powerful! Don't believe it? I'll knock for you..."

"Just shut up! Let me sleep well, don't bother me!" the sturdy man roared.

The prisoners in the cell next to him echoed, angrily denouncing the noise source that had recently pushed him to the brink of collapse.

Listening to those critical voices, Xia's eyes were suddenly blurred with tears, and he looked extremely depressed and pitiful.

He blinked his big eyes and looked at his roommate, full of expectation: "Didn't you feel very moved after listening to it and look at me differently? According to the routine, it should be right! Is it because I didn't sing well?

Give me another chance, I will..."

"Listen, Xiaer."

The roommate pressed his shoulders and used all his patience to comfort him: "I know that after you were arrested, you felt that the future was very bleak and there was no hope from then on, so you wanted to join the revolutionary army. But forgive me for being blunt, people like you... even if you are outside, we will not accept you..."

"..."

Charles was stunned, in disbelief, and leaned in and pointed at his face: "Look at me, brother, I am at least a promising talent! How about you reconsider it?"

The strong man's expression twitched, and he turned his head away firmly.

Determined attitude.

"Fuck, you can't be like this!"Charles panicked: "I came here because of your crimes. If you don't protect me, what should I do! And recently, the bald guy next door has been looking at my butt every time he goes out for a walk, I'm so scared."

"Bullshit!"

The strong man was furious: "That bald guy is my cousin, he has had strabismus for five years!"

"Uh..."

Charles was embarrassed: "Don't be angry, let's discuss it together, why don't you reconsider it? "

The strong man's expression was livid, and his fingers were cracking. He could no longer bear it.

But as soon as he raised his hand, Charles collapsed on the ground, like a boiled noodle, hugging his thigh, tears streaming down his face: "Brother, please raise your hand and accept me! Woo, woo, woo, I really want to be a revolutionary... I'm sincere!"

The prisoners didn't expect this bastard to be so shameless. He didn't even fight, but just admitted defeat and hugged his thigh, bowing his head. Suddenly, they felt like they were stepping on a sticky and disgusting piece of taffy. They all had strange expressions and couldn't help but shouting angrily.

Until finally, an old voice came from the cell opposite.

"Go to bed."

In the darkness where the moonlight could not reach, the old man leaning against the wall sighed softly, "It's getting late. "

As soon as the words were spoken, everyone returned to silence.

Even the furious strong man calmed down, lay back on the bed and stopped talking.

In the awkward silence, only Charles, who was limp on the ground, didn't understand the situation and looked around blankly.

No one paid attention to him.

After a long time, he got up helplessly and sighed: It seems that the road to undercover is really long and arduous!

But just as he was about to go to bed, the hoarse voice of the old man came from behind.

"Your name."

"Ah? "

Charles was startled, and turned back to see that the old man in the cell opposite had stood up at some point.

He walked into the moonlight, stood in front of the railing, and looked at the confused young man in the cell opposite.

He was very old, with white hair, and did not look majestic, like an old scholar, with green eyes, staring at others, like a stone statue carved by an artist - after experiencing so much time, just the rough edges make people feel awe and admiration.

That's Constantine.

"Your name." Constantine repeated without any impatience.

"Uh, Xia, Charles..."

"Charles?"

Constantine pondered for a moment, and nodded slowly: "It's a good name. I heard that you are a musician in Anglu?"

"That's right, the Music History Department of the Royal Academy of Music. I'm really good. I graduated with a record that broke the past ten years!"

Charles immediately began to brag shamelessly. After all, he was the only one who graduated from the Music History Department in the past ten years, so it was a record.

"Is that so?" Constantine nodded thoughtfully: "Go to bed, and chat with me tomorrow."

"Ah?" Charles was stunned, and then overjoyed: "Ah! Good, good! What do you want to talk about? I'll prepare in advance?"

Constantine smiled, turned around, and went back to bed.

Charles stared at him blankly for a long time, and after no response, he lay back on the bed with confusion.

In any case... it seems that his plan to infiltrate the inner circle is about to succeed?

——

The next day, early morning.

As the early winter gradually ended, the weather became colder and colder.

The water vapor froze, and a layer of fine ice flowers condensed on the steel walls of the holy city.

The pedestrians all wore thick clothes and cotton clothes, looking bloated and fat. Mr. Hu was no exception. He put on a cloak and rubbed his fingers in the cold wind.

In front of the station in the holy city, people came and went.

Mr. Hu stood at the steps outside the crowd, staring silently into the distance.

Next to him, the sad-looking eunuch Zhao urged in a low voice: "Mr. Hu, let's go. The manager has urged us many times. If we don't leave, we will miss the boat in the afternoon."

"Wait." Mr. Hu smiled in a low voice: "Wait a little longer."

Soon, hurried footsteps sounded, and a young man in a black coat walked over on the frost on the ground, with long white hair draped over his shoulders, with the color of steel.

"Sorry, I'm late."

Ye Qingxuan looked apologetic: "Something happened last night, so I slept a little late."

Mr. Hu nodded, and when he saw that he had nothing in his hands, he immediately understood: "It seems that you are not going back?"

"Yeah."

Ye Qingxuan nodded, "Not going back for the time being. There are still many people I care about here, and I have to keep them safe."

Mr. Hu was silent.

He stared at the young man in front of him, and after a long time, he reached out and patted his shoulder: "It doesn't matter, as long as you have made up your mind. I won't force you. This kind of thing can't be forced."

The bell rang again.

It's nine o'clock.

"It's time to go. If you don't leave, they will come to urge you again."

Mr. Hu looked back at the station behind him and retracted his gaze: "It's great to see you come to see me off before I leave."

"Have a safe trip, sir." Ye Qingxuan said goodbye.

Mr. Hu smiled, stepped back a few steps, bowed and said goodbye, his cloak spread out like a crane's wings in the wind, indescribably chic.

"It's been so long, I don't know when we'll meet again."

He looked at Ye Qingxuan with a look of relief: "Take care of yourself."

Ye Qingxuan nodded, stood in the distance, watched him turn around and leave, and disappeared in the crowd.

After a long time, he sighed sadly.

"Take care of yourself, sir."

-

In the bustling crowd at the station.

Mr. Hu looked back reluctantly, as if he could still see the young man standing there, and couldn't help feeling a little sad.

Maybe he was really getting old. When he was young, he followed his teacher and traveled hundreds of thousands of miles, but now he has become a little weak and afraid of separation.

But at that moment, Mr. Hu's footsteps stopped abruptly.

His intuition told him:

Something is coming.

It was as if the world had become silent, and everyone's movements became extremely slow. In his pair of burning red-gold pupils, dust could be seen.

He raised his head, stared at every face that passed by, and finally looked ahead, at the traveler walking forward in the chaotic crowd.

The traveler seemed to come from a distant place, but he did not bring any greetings, just a tattered robe, with messy hair and neglected hair.

Noticing his eyes, he looked up, thought about it, and smiled.

The face was ordinary.

But Mr. Hu's eyes changed, becoming more and more fiery, like a flame, condensed into a substantial murderous intent burning. Every cell in every part of his body was trembling in ecstasy, eager to kill and fight.

Inexplicably, he wanted to go all out, regardless of anything, here, to fight with this person he had never met.

Under the black cloak, his hands in his sleeves clenched, and he collapsed with all his strength, suppressing the urge to attack.

For the first time in his life, for no reason...

I wanted to kill someone.

But the traveler seemed to be unaware, just smiled and passed by him.

In an instant, Mr. Hu fell into a trance.

But in the trance, the red-gold pupils finally saw through the disguise, and he saw hundreds of hands and thousands of eyes extending from the figure, covering the sky and the sun. In an instant, the earth trembled, the sky broke, and the fire covered the world.

He was stiff in place, sweating profusely, and his face was pale.

After a long time, he took a step forward and finally saw the eunuch Zhao with a confused face.

"Hu, Mr. Hu, what's wrong with you?" He came forward and asked in a low voice: "Did you get some acute illness? Don't blind us."

"Don't worry, eunuch." Mr. Hu smiled bitterly, "This is probably... fate?"

He turned around and stared at the huge city behind him.

Perhaps there is really fate in the dark, interweaving all living beings, but cruelly placing the young man in the center of the storm and vortex.

Ye Qingxuan, take care.

This place is no longer a good place.

——

At the same time, the sloppy traveler grabbed the silent young man in front of the station.

"I'm sorry."

He stuttered in the common language and asked: "Excuse me, this... location, how can I go?"