Mystery: Paradox Path

"Damn, can you stop playing! I'm constipated when I go to the toilet!"

In the morning, Snow played the piano at Mr. A's house as usual, but heard Lanrwus's frantic knocking on the door. Snow didn't care about it. He didn't stand up until he finished playing a section, and opened the piano room's door. door.

"What the hell do you want to do? No matter how hard you play, your master will not wake up any faster. The sound of your piano can only make him pay attention! Instead of wasting time, why not Let me spend the last time easily?"

Lan Erwusi's eyes were bloodshot, and the whole person seemed to fall into a kind of mania. When Snow saw this, he just showed an indifferent smile, and then walked slowly to the corner of the room and opened a door that was not too big. A large safe, from which a test tube containing a black-red liquid was taken out.

The liquid in the test tube is so weird, even if you just stare at it, there seems to be endless whispers in your ears, making people want to look away and cover their ears.

"You!" Lan Erwusi saw this tube of liquid, and his angry expression disappeared immediately, replaced by frustration, stunned, and fleeting despair.

"What am I? Do you think I never thought about bleeding into the sewer? Really, every bit of strength in your body is given to you by the Lord. Is it really good for you to waste so much?"

In Lan Erwus' eyes, Snow's calm demeanor was like a ferocious demon. He didn't warn himself when he began to bleed, but he persevered and let it go for more than ten days, full of expectations. When he waited for the official Beyonder to come to his door, he completely shattered his illusion.

At that moment, intense despair and distortion almost filled Lanvus' mind, and he even felt that at that moment, he even had the idea of ​​"tired, give up".

Even though he quickly corrected his thoughts with the power left behind by the swindler's thinking induction, he couldn't help but slip a bit towards being replaced by the true creator.

"Is this your purpose? Give me hope, and then completely break it to create despair?" Lanvus said with some grief and indignation, but his face no longer had the previous anger.

"To be exact, you are creating unrealistic hopes." Snow isolated the "degraded blood" collected by the tube of ritual magic, and then narrowed his eyes to look at Lanvus— —

"As you said yourself, instead of wasting your time, why don't you spend the last time peacefully? Although my piano skills are not too high, I can still hear it. You give up your prejudice, listen carefully, and say Maybe I can become a bosom friend with my lord? This is a supreme honor!"

"I [Luen foul language]!"

Lan Erwus couldn't help scolding, but Snow didn't care about it at all, he just flipped through the calendar gracefully, the corners of his mouth raised slightly, as if he was looking forward to something.

He couldn't fight but couldn't escape, Lan Erwus looked at the man in front of him and forcibly shielded the rising despair with his mind guide. He took a deep breath, turned and left the piano room, while Feng Xue It didn't matter that he went back to the piano and started sorting out the notes he just heard from Shinzo.

Recently, Zhenzao seems to be planning other things. There are not too many parts about music in the raving. Snow is not sure whether this is really a test, but he does not intend to rashly, but to put those unfinished melody Transcribe it down and accumulate it bit by bit. Anyway, there is a Katyusha as the base, and it doesn't really matter when the next piece is finished.

Snow now has a kind of leeway that "the activity limit has been brushed, it doesn't matter when the remaining permanent pool is brushed", and he is calmly grinding the foreign workers.

...

"Thank you very much, Miss Hugh, Miss Fors, all the workers in Backlund will remember your assistance." After half a month, Lavis, who finally signed a new labor contract with the factory owner, shook hands with Hugh excitedly.

At the same time, he looked at Fors with gratitude.

Xio was a little uncomfortable with the sudden enthusiasm of this young worker who had always been extraordinarily mature, but said politely:

"You don't need to thank me, I just completed a commission."

"But I still want to thank you. After all, you saved me several times." Vilas was still a little excited, and Xio nodded when cured, and then said:

"I think you should go and share the fruits of victory with your friends now, instead of thanking me as an outsider here, by the way, although my mission is over, you still have to be careful, even if your achievements are no longer Change, but there's no guarantee you won't be targeted by some people."

"I still understand this." Lavis nodded, then took out a letter with only one stamp and handed it to Hugh:

"This is the proof of the completion of the task. I hope there is still a chance for cooperation. I will leave first!"

Watching Lavis take off the mask of a revolutionary before, and rushed towards his fellow strikers like an ordinary young man, Xio carefully folded the letter into his arms.

"It's finally over!" Forsi was relieved when she saw Lavis walking away. It wasn't that she didn't want to talk, but she almost spit out a sentence before, "This is a really beautiful scene, maybe I can write it down in a book. ”, but considering the previous draft that was driven out because of her quick remarks, she still held back her words.

"Yeah, it's over. Speaking of which, we have to go to Miss Audrey to get paid today. I hope it's enough to buy the formula for the sheriff's potion."

"Speaking of rewards, this task is so hard, how much did the client pay you?" Forsi seemed to suddenly remember, and looked down at Hugh, although more than ten days had passed, she had confirmed that this task was nothing. It was strange, but considering that it was a commission sent by a messenger, she always felt that something was wrong.

"Remuneration... Well, it's the news about my father." Xiu said lightly, but Forsi showed a clear look, but deep in his eyes, there was a bit of suspicion.

...

"Audrey, why are you here again? Let's say it first, I didn't send an invitation to that guy today. After all, you two only met yesterday. I didn't expect you to come back so soon..." Viscount Grelint looked at Audrey, who appeared in front of her house again, resisted her collapse and said.

Audrey, who was in the audience state, couldn't see what Viscount Grelint meant, she puffed up her cheeks deliberately, and said in a slightly dissatisfied tone:

"Grelint! What are you talking about! Didn't it make an appointment to see Hugh and Fors today?"

"What... oh! I remembered it!" Grelint patted his head exaggeratedly. He was tortured by Audrey and Snow last night and didn't sleep well all night. He almost forgot to meet two people today. An extraordinary thing.

Audrey looked at Grelint's exaggerated actions, but did not dismantle him, but looked at him with suspicious eyes:

"Don't you forget to send an invitation letter to Miss Fors?"

"how come!"