The miserable life of Arknights

Tianshuo came to the door at the corner at the end of the corridor, he didn't know what was inside, and he tried to break through the corridor several times.

But it didn't work, the corridor was very strong, it can be said that these walls are exceptionally strong, even the blood blade can only leave some scratches on it.

Dionysus seems to want him to explore, not violent disassembly.

"Whew... Silly Dionysus, don't let me catch you, catch you and me-" Tianshuo paused, pushed open the door and walked into the room.

"I... Be sure to let Isa beat you up. "

Anyway, even if he can't beat it, there is still his daughter Isa, a god to support him.

"Huh?" Tianshuo stopped the silver fork in his hand, and he found a film squatting under the table, holding something he couldn't understand, or a statue?

Tianshuo was not quite sure, but he was sure that he should have seen this film, and the information returned by the spatial unfolding would not be wrong, and he had seen the other party.

Felin was startled by the sound of the door opening and shrunk further inside.

this time the tablecloth covered his figure tightly.

The light shone diagonally onto the table from one side, making the place where Felin was hiding appear darker.

Tianshuo came to Feilin's side, his back against the table leg, and he could hear Feilin's heart pounding from nervousness and panic.

"Why are you hiding here?"

He didn't get an answer from Film, but he heard the sound of Filmin swallowing his saliva.

"Don't worry, I... I'm also a relatively failed actor.

Feilin raised his head this time and looked at Tianshuo who was leaning on the other side of him.

"You? I haven't met you, you're a new batch of actors?

"Reckon, what about you? Why are you hiding here?

Feilin lowered his head and was silent for a long time before speaking.

"I don't like singing."

Tianshuo did not interject, but chose to let the other party play to his heart's content, and he also wanted to hear an actor's solo show.

"But my talent is so high that even the troupe leader (Dionysus) taught me music, taught me to read words, taught me to appreciate the stage."

"The people who entered the troupe with me disappeared from my sight one after another, they loved music, singing, and the stage..."

"They gave everything they had, but finally left me (disposed of by the head chef, but at the moment Fin did not know that the failed product would be disposed of by the head chef)."

"In the end, I was alone, I stood on stage and no one walked with me, and I hated singing more and more."

Tianshuo waited for a long time, until he heard Feilin's excited heart calm down.

"That's why you're hiding here?"

Feilin just nodded silently, he couldn't see the front of Tianshuo, he only saw a beautiful long hair.

"Well... Since your talent is high, why not embrace it? Tianshuo tilted his head, he also wanted to have extremely high talent, so that it would not be like now.

"If you think about it, you hate singing... Or hate to sing alone? Tianshuo turned his head sideways, the light shone on Tianshuo's re-replaced white bandage, and a few black hairs were blown by the wind.

"I..." Feilin hesitated, he was thinking.

The figures who sang with him on stage and accompanied him flashed in his mind.

"I... Hate to sing alone.

Tianshuo put the silver fork on the table, got up and stood in front of Feilin and stretched out his hand, "Then, this Mr. Feilin, can you please sing a song on the same stage with me."

"Of course, of course... My talent is poor, I'm just a failed actor, but I'll stand on stage with you, you... By no means alone.

Feilin looked at the hand stretched out by Tianshuo in front of him and slowly stretched out his right hand.

Tianshuo pulled him to the center of the stage, although there was no audience below, no music, and only the most basic center light.

The lights go out with the music, and the candles light up as the lights go out.

Endless uneasy whispers in the silence, endless whispersing under the candle fire.

All are night chords.

......

The song ended, because there was no audience, only Tianshuo applauded, and the applause echoed in this huge space.

Feilin turned to look at Tianshuo, who was standing with him on the stage.

"It's good, is this your favorite song?"

“...... No, this was taught to me by the theater director. Felin smiled a little, and he seemed to understand what he hated.

A door appeared behind the stage, and Tianshuo was able to detect any changes that occurred in this space at any time.

"I should go, maybe next time you can sing me your favorite song." Tianshuo waved goodbye to Feilin.

"Wait... Wait a minute! Feilin's tone was a little eager.

Tianshuo stopped but did not turn his head.

"You're gone, then I..."

"Don't worry, you won't be alone." Tianshuo pointed to the silver dinner fork above the table that Feilin had just hid in.

"Take it with you, it's equivalent to me being by your side, goodbye."

Tianshuo pushed open the door and left the stage.

Feilin's outstretched hand slowly lowered and looked at the silver fork, which was shining with light.

Silently picked up the silver dinner fork and stood in the center of the stage again.

Looking at the empty audience, the silver fork turned into a shadow and appeared behind him.

Philin exhaled deeply.

"For me - sing! Sing! Sing! "

......

Tianshuo stepped out of the door, it was still a corridor, the door had disappeared the moment he stepped into the corridor, and Tianshuo could only walk forward.

At the end of the corridor is a downward staircase leading into a room.

Stepping into the room, the stairs disappear, leaving only a wall.

It is a chic decorated bedroom and unlike the rest of the castle, the bedroom is clean and tidy and seems to be regularly taken care of.

The shelves were full of books, and there was no dust on them, and it seemed that the owner of this room often took them down to read.

There is nothing in the room that deserves Tianshuo's attention, and the only thing that stands out is the sculpture that is out of place in this room.

sculpture sits on the desk, not dusty like the previous stone slab, but with regular care.

The voice of the god of wine sounded again.

"A famous work of art, the legacy of the mad sculptor of Leitania two hundred years ago. The sculptor is known for his talent and involvement in many brutal murders.

"But according to historical records, not many people paid attention to his works during his lifetime, but were sought after because of his beautiful looks."

Tianshuo gently picked up the sculpture, he couldn't see it, and the information fed back from the spatial unfolding was not enough for him to conceive the structure of the sculpture.

You can only touch it with your hands and feel the shape of the sculpture.

"I used to be obsessed with extreme artistic expression, but this is still a flat boat in the pursuit of the lake of aesthetics, all this should not be blamed by vulgar people, if art only floats on the surface, what is the difference between beauty and ugliness?"

※Three

hundred chapters celebrated)