Lord of Eternal Darkness

Gugui grabbed Li Xiaoming in disbelief, and then wanted to open his mouth to see what was going on inside, but failed and was pushed away.

"Don't you feel any physical discomfort? Wait, could it be that your taste and smell systems have been destroyed? Maybe your intestines and stomach have been corroded now, poor child."

Mary's pupils widened and she looked at this strange doctor in disbelief.

My cooking skills have been downgraded to biochemical drugs. It seems that my neighbor's three meals a day need to be slightly improved in the future.

Li Xiaoming said: "No, I feel very good, even a little disappointed. It's not as exaggerated as you said."

"Well, maybe you are lucky today. She didn't come up with a more terrifying dark dish."

The lonely ghost took another biscuit, chewed it in his mouth, and then spit out two steel wires from his mouth.

“Why are these in cookies?”

Mary glanced disdainfully, "Because your condition requires iron supplements."

"How can there be such a remedy? You did it on purpose, right?" Gu Gui said angrily.

Li Xiaoming said: "Okay, please give me some respect. If Sister Mary makes any new samples in the future, I must be the first to taste them."

"Well, okay, I won't argue with you this time, old man. You won't have a chance to eat it next time." Mary picked up a biscuit and took a bite.

"I wish I wouldn't be able to eat it anymore."

Gu Gui looked at the plate of biscuits with disgust. At worst, he would order takeout every day and drink glucose to supplement his nutrition.

"You! Forget it, I won't argue with you anymore, I have to go back and make it again."

Then she twisted her waist happily, leaving behind her charming figure, and walked away far away.

Gu Gui commented: "This woman is quite sexy."

Li Xiaoming nodded, "I quite agree with this point. Why are we both men?"

Gu Gui said: "Actually, her normal cooking skills are not bad. If she insists on studying some weird and dark cuisine, she simply won't show up for dinner. It can be considered a gift from the Cang God. By the way, I'll tell you about the other neighbors."

"Appreciate further details."

Their conversation was suddenly interrupted by a piece of beautiful music. It was more scary and weird than beautiful. The sound was not harsh, but it penetrated into the mind desperately, leaving a deep impression.

"Who is playing the piano?" Li Xiaoming looked up at the dilapidated ceiling.

The lonely ghost showed an irritated expression and said disgustedly:

"It's Aideqi, not a local. I heard that he came from the City of Innocence. He is an annoying guy who always disturbs and tortures the ears of his neighbors with his annoying noise when they are resting.

"I seem to take this for fun. If the smell of my medicine hadn't made my neighbor feel uncomfortable, I would have wanted to smash his broken piano."

Li Xiaoming was happy to complain.

"You are quite self-aware. One of you is torturing your taste buds; one is torturing your ears; the other is torturing your nose. Human torture is taking turns in this apartment."

He gently touched the black cat on his hand and said, "Haha, this apartment is full of weird people anyway. If you want to live in it, maybe you will become one through hearing and seeing them."

Li Xiaoming whispered to himself: "Maybe I am a strange person. After all, my schizophrenia was just cured some time ago."

"what are you saying?"

Li Xiaoming said: "Nothing, I want to visit this new neighbor."

"I really admire you. If I hadn't been used to living here, I would have run away when I saw these weird neighbors and the harsh environment when I came here for the first time."

Although Li Xiaoming couldn't comment much on this piece of music, he felt that it was very artistic, like black voice or humai, and was not accepted by tradition, although it sounded like the corners of someone's table had been sawed.

But it is certain that those weird chords that penetrate the ceiling bear no resemblance to the instruments they touch.

"Which floor does he live on?" Li Xiaoming stepped onto the stairs, preparing to visit.

After all, when you live here in the future, your neighbors will look up and see each other, so it’s better to get to know each other as early as possible.

I don’t know why the ferocious and strange-looking lonely ghost talks so much when facing Li Xiaoming. It seems to be caused by the loneliness of having no one to communicate with for a long time.

"He lives on the fourth floor, which is the top floor. Except for seeing him come down for meals, you can't see his shadow. Also, when Miss Mary is sleeping in her beauty sleep, she can't stand the noise and will rush up in a hurry. He slapped his door hard.

"After it got a little quieter, this guy started playing by himself again. He was always playing endlessly and would never stop for less than an hour. So Miss Mary had a bad impression of him, so she added more food to him. Some special materials, but he never cared."

"He seems to be a unique artist."

"Artist? Forget it. I think he is just a lunatic. Except for those theaters that pretend to be elegant and will accept his terrible performance, I believe that if he is thrown into the circus, he will be severely beaten. ."

"Haha, I didn't expect you to be quite humorous. I'm becoming more and more curious about him." Li Xiaoming felt that the other person was definitely not simple, he should be an extraordinary person.

"Okay, I'll take you up, but I don't want to see this annoying guy."

He shook his shoulders and threw the kitten away. The black cat gracefully landed on all fours and disappeared into this quaint wooden house with cat steps.

As you walk up the stairs, there is a creaking sound from the gaps between the stair panels, which makes you worry about what will happen if you miss the mark.

The fence next to the stairs is simply dispensable. If you touch the dust on it, you can shake it gently. If you use a little more strength, you might be able to uproot it.

Especially the closer to the source of the ominous music, the more urgent and disturbing it becomes, as if it has the magic power to tug at the heartstrings.

Fortunately, I didn't encounter any accidents when I reached the fourth floor.

The lonely ghost pointed at a room 404 with his fingers as thin as a dead branch, and then silently backed away.

The house number on the room was made of black iron, but it was already rusty and seemed to fall off at any time. There were densely packed strange notes on the yellow painted door.

A piece of paper leaked out from the crack under the door, and many music scores could be seen on it.

Li Xiaoming picked up one and observed it carefully. It would definitely not be recognized by ordinary people.

The seven basic musical scales hang on it like trash fish waiting to be harvested, and the lines drawn on it are crooked and very random.

"It seems to be the score of "Quiet", but it seems a little different. The tune seems to be more high-spirited. Unfortunately, I have not heard it and it is not convenient to evaluate it."

Li Xiaoming carefully folded the score and put it aside, then sat quietly at the door, listening to the music he played.

Suddenly the strings made a particularly harsh sound, as if the strings were broken.

It's no wonder, because the unknown tune the other party played before was very fast and the tune was high-pitched, making it difficult to breathe. Playing so fast, the wear and tear is naturally high.

Li Xiaoming suddenly heard a banging sound coming from inside, like something being smashed, crackling, and mixed with a hint of roar like a wild beast.

"Ah! It was almost! It was almost!"

The irritable voice that followed made people calm down briefly.

Just as he was about to knock on the door, he heard heavy footsteps approaching. The door was pushed open with a bang, almost hitting Li Xiaoming's nose, and there was a smell of moldy wood.

The owner behind the door is as inhumane as expected, and his appearance perfectly matches this persona.

This is an old man with gray hair, short stature, thin body, a little hunchback, and shabby clothes.

"Who are you?"

The man's voice was muffled, as if it was muffled by a quilt.

"Hello, my name is Li Xiaoming. I am a new resident of this apartment. Nice to meet you."

"Oh, is there anything else? If nothing happens, I'm going downstairs to drink coffee."

Li Xiaoming felt that the other party seemed to be unwilling to contact him, so he whispered: "Well, your music is very nice, so I came to visit you."

"Thanks for the compliment, it's time for me to go."

When he first saw Li Xiaoming, he felt that this man was strange. He was a loner and didn't want to contact this guy at all.

Li Xiaoming's eyes quietly moved from this man to the room behind him.

But the room was half-hidden by the door, so I couldn't see the layout clearly. I just made a rough observation and found that the floor was a bit messy, with piles of discarded papers and crumpled paper balls on it. The floor was cracked in some places.

However, this presumptuous move seemed extremely impolite in the man's eyes. A trace of fear flashed in his eyes, and his expression turned into anger.

"It's very rude for young people to do this!"

He gritted his teeth and stared.

"I'm sorry, I'm just a little interested in the creative environment of a talented musician. Is it just as messy as every artist, please forgive me for being curious."

Perhaps it is Li Xiaoming's sincere smile that can shine warmly into the depths of everyone's heart.

The other party still reluctantly invited Li Xiaoming to drink coffee together downstairs.

But the main reason should be that the moment Li Xiaoming looked into the room, he was full of fear, fearing that he would continue to stay here and pry into the deepest secret.

Li Xiaoming didn't even notice that there was a coffee shop downstairs next to it, which sold a variety of drinks. It was a good place for afternoon tea and leisure.

The old man casually found a seat by the window and lazily enjoyed the sunshine. His eyes were full of exhaustion and bloodshot eyes. He had been thinking about something in a daze and silently muttered some strange syllables.

"Old sir?" Li Xiaoming shouted.

The other party finally came back to his senses and rubbed his temples a little helplessly.

"Sorry, I was a little distracted. Since we are new neighbors, let me treat you to this first drink. What would you like to drink?"

Li Xiaoming looked at the tea on the menu and said, "You're welcome. A cup of Pu'er tea."

"Okay, the waiter will bring me a latte. I want the beans to be local." He said skillfully.

When the coffee came, the steam was wafting faintly. He stirred it gently with a spoon, and then savored the first sip.

Although he is old, he exudes a gentlemanly demeanor and calm elegance.

This was the first time Li Xiaoming drank tea in a cafe. He took a sip and felt that the tea tasted particularly fresh. It was slightly different from what he drank in the City of Order. Maybe it was because the varieties here were better.

He drank the cup of coffee quickly and then raised his hand to look at the watch on his wrist.

"Fifteen minutes left."

Li Xiaoming was a little surprised. There were still 15 minutes left. Could it be that he wanted to drive away the guests?

He suddenly stood up, walked straight to the central stage, picked up the violin that was placed aside with ease, and started playing as if there was no one around.

The music seemed to have wonderful magic power, and the lingering sound was so beautiful that it resonated with the depths of the soul.

Those who came here to drink were in an intoxicated state, their faces were filled with happiness, and they recalled all the wonderful things in the past.