don't call me singer

Chapter 1900 Well, I'm not pretending

A plane landed slowly at an airport in England.

The plane opened, and a group of soldiers in camouflage uniforms stepped off the plane.

The captain of the destroyer Bravery, Marin McEwan, walked at the end of the line. He confirmed that everyone on board had disembarked from the plane, and then walked out of the hatch.

Then, he saw the flowers in front of him and the reporters with long guns and short guns.

At that moment, Marin McEwan inexplicably felt that he was not a defeated man who had lost his warship and came back in despair, but a triumphant warrior.

He never expected that there would be a welcoming ceremony.

As one of the several British captains participating in the NATO joint fleet this time, Marin McEwan was the only one who was frozen in the net in the later period.

And everything they have encountered can almost prove that all of this is caused by Gu Xiaobai and Haishanglonggong.

But their proof is weak, because there is no evidence that can be produced.

He knew very well that after returning to the British mainland, he would be subject to a detailed hearing by the British military, and he would be asked to report all the details of the trip.

Of course, he also has a detailed work file and the captain's log, even after being frozen, this kind of record has not stopped.

But he was still troubled.

How to report to your boss what happened during your trip.

Before he left, he also received a call from a good friend of his, who worked in the military's legal department, and warned him very seriously: "Marin, the last piece of advice I can give you is to Don’t tell anyone what you’ve seen or heard, even if you think it’s true, but trust me, don’t do it.”

He knew why the chap gave him this advice.

What happened to those two pilots was right in front of us. Although everyone's attitude had changed now, this kind of thing might be brought up at some point and affect his career.

It is also his duty to state the facts to his superiors.

And now, he is about to face this difficult choice, but until now, Captain McEwan still hasn't made a decision.

What should he do?
After getting off the boat, the reporters next to him rushed over.

He pushed away many of the microphones that were being sent to him, because he knew what these people were going to ask.

How was Bravery frozen?

Could Gu Xiaobai be the mastermind behind the scenes?

What will they do, will they take revenge on Gu Xiaobai?
Each of these was beyond his ability to answer.

However, he was stopped by a reporter after all.

The reporter was taller than him, and his muscles were like a wall, which made Captain McEwan wonder who was the soldier between the two.

"Captain McEwan, can you answer a few questions for me?"

"Sorry, I don't have time."

"Just a few simple questions."

"No."

"Captain McEwan, what do you think about being hit by Gu Xiaobai with the musical instrument 'Guzheng'?"

"Ok?"

McEwan was taken aback.

"Excuse me, how does it feel to be made into a song by Gu Xiaobai?"

Beside, another person extended the microphone.

"Captain McEwan, you are a witness. Did Gu Xiaobai really typed the music? Wasn't it synthesized by a computer?"

As the last ship to be frozen, in the rescue sequence, it was also the last one to be rescued. After the entire "wind channel" was blocked by people, the people of Bravery were sucked up.

Then, together with the crew on the aircraft carrier, they became the most beaten by Gu Xiaobai.

Even Captain Marin McEwan was beaten seven or eight times.

It's actually quite miserable.

But does it matter?

It really doesn't matter!
The important thing is not Gu Xiaobai's cool performance, but his ability to freeze the entire fleet, even, you ask me, what is it like to be sucked up by the Dragon Palace on the Sea.

Questions like how terrifying a monster like the Sea Dragon Palace is when it flies are fine.

but.

Everyone was asking him questions that he hadn't even thought about before.

The feeling of being beaten, the feeling of performing live, being beaten many times, did you get hurt...

At that moment, Captain Marin McEwan felt an inexplicable sense of absurdity.

In this world, no one cares about the really important things.

Especially in the Western world, people have peculiar cognitive biases.

Always drifting away from important issues.

Just like if someone asks what important person died in 1997, people in the whole western world will say that it was Princess Diana, not the chief architect of the rise of a certain eastern power, which profoundly changed the world competition pattern and the direction of the human world.

Formerly, Marin McEwan was one of those in the middle.

But today, for some reason, he felt as if he had just woken up from a big dream, waking up from a dream of pink bubbles.

But I saw that other people were still immersed in this bubble.

This feeling gave Marin McEwan an inexplicable chill, and his whole body was chilling.

He felt that he couldn't bear it anymore, pushed the reporter away, and strode out.

Then he saw a black boy who was being interviewed excitedly.

"I'm miserable! I've been hit over 20 times! Really, I still have a huge bruise on my back right now! But it's amazing, really amazing! After being hit by that amazing instrument Instantly, I felt like music was going through my body! Dude, music was inside me! If you say I want to do something right now, I want to do it again. It's probably the most amazing feeling in the world. Hey , man, can you imagine? The music goes through my body, from my left ear, to my right ear, my whole body is in the music, it's just amazing... Honestly, I want to experience it again Once! Even if it means I get another bruise!"

The reporters wanted to put the microphone in the mouth of this young black soldier, and especially hoped that he would say more.

"My audience, just want to know this!"

Even, he was stopped by several people in suits and leather shoes in the lobby of the airport, and those people said to him:

"You were beaten by Mr. Gu Xiaobai, right? I can provide you with legal aid."

"Why should I accept your legal aid?" McEwan asked blankly.

"You can sue him for intentional injury! Guarantee you can get money that you can't spend in your life!"

If you can't beat it, sue the other party?
That's not how war is played.

This is war!
war!

It's just why the whole society is immersed in an atmosphere of joy, even carnival.

We obviously suffered heavy losses and lost many ships, why didn't everyone care about it, and didn't appeal for it.

Media, isn’t that what they do?
Shouldn't the public care about this?
For the first time in his life, McEwan felt a sense of absurdity surround him.

What's wrong with this society?
And this sense of absurdity reached its maximum when he walked out of the airport.

He saw countless people holding up signs at the door:

"Reject 'Zheng Ming and Sword Flash'! Reject violent performances! Reject harm in the name of art!"

"There is no killing without buying and selling! Every 'Zheng Ming Jian Flash' will cause countless people to be injured. This is not art, this is beating!"

Seeing McEwan and his comrades coming out of the airport, those people shouted loudly, and more signs were raised.

"Refused to hurt!"

"Please punish Gu Xiaobai!"

Someone even held up a sign with a caricature drawn on it. It was a British soldier who had seized the guzheng and was threshing Gu Xiaobai. It said: "Give Gu Xiaobai the punishment he deserves!"

This comic, except for Gu Xiaobai's unremarkable drawing, everything else is good.

But the problem is...

Is the key here?

"You idiots! Idiots!" McEwan finally couldn't hold back, and yelled desperately at the protesting crowd.

Then his comrades covered his mouth and dragged him away.

"You're under too much stress, boss!"

"Don't do that, let's go back and rest!"

McEwan, who was dragged into the car, wanted to vomit countless grooves in his heart, but couldn't.

He didn't know that at the end of the year, there would be an American movie "Don't Look Up", which satirized their self-deception and self-deception to the fullest.

People all over the world know that all this has something to do with Gu Xiaobai.

But they don't want to hear it.

Because the public doesn't want to hear it.

So the media concocts what they want to hear for them, so capital makes money from what they like to hear.

In the Sea Dragon Palace, the Norwegian scientific research ship Rocco is moored on the side of the Sea Dragon Palace.

Like a ship moored in a port.

A very friendly professional exchange is being held in the Dragon Palace on the Sea.

Gu Xiaobai never rejects communication with colleagues.

And this kind of communication can bring many benefits to other members of Gu Xiaobai's laboratory.

Kenyon Powell from the Massachusetts Institute of Meteorology finally met his idol.

"Gu... Dr. Gu Xiaobai!" He ran up to Gu Xiaobai like a groupie, stammered a hello, then thought about it, bowed again, and introduced himself incoherently Said: "I'm a huge fan of yours! Gosh, I'm so excited to finally meet you!"

Gu Xiaobai smiled friendly, without too many disturbances.

"No no no, I'm not a fan of your music... I mean, I love your music a lot, but I'm a meteorologist! Your academic achievements are nothing short of a miracle !"

Gu Xiaobai gave Kenyon more smiles this time. He reached out his hand and shook Kenyon's hand: "I rarely meet colleagues in meteorological research. It's a great honor."

"Doctor, can I ask you a question, how did you predict these abnormal snowstorms? I have read your previous theory, and it doesn't seem to be very accurate. What new theory do you have? Is it?" Kenyon asked impatiently.

Gu Xiaobai was obviously a little happy when asked by Kenyon Powell.

The kind of people who found something and couldn't help but want to show it off to their colleagues and feel happy.

"Well, what would you think if I said that, in theory...and I only mean in theory, manipulating the weather is not impossible?"

"Humans can certainly manipulate the weather!" Kenyon said, "It's just that it may not be the kind of manipulation we usually think of..."

"Perhaps, it's that kind." Gu Xiaobai said to Kenyon with a smile, "For example..."

In the Sea Dragon Palace, Gu Xiaobai raised his head.

Above his head was a clear blue sky.

In the sky, there was a group of pure white clouds that spread to the endless distance.

"Mr. Powell, where do you think this cloud is spreading?"

Although there are no various observation tools, Kenyon's professionalism is still very strong.

"This kind of cloud belt can often spread for hundreds or even one or two thousand kilometers. Judging from the current wind direction and this direction, as well as our location, it should be able to spread to the vicinity of the Baltic Sea."

"That's right." Gu Xiaobai nodded, then he took out his mobile phone, tapped a few times, and saw four thick black pipes with a diameter of three to four meters erected on the edge of the Dragon Palace on the Sea.

"What is this?" Kenyon was at a loss.

"These are four very large thermoacoustic engines, a device that converts heat energy into sound."

"Oh! Thermo-acoustic engine! Are you using a thermo-acoustic engine as a loudspeaker? My God, can you perform live in front of more than [-] people!"

"Uh... that's okay." Gu Xiaobai scratched his head, "But the function of this thing is not for performances... although it can be used for performances."

A thermoacoustic engine, which converts heat into vibration and compression of air, could theoretically also be used as a speaker.

However, the energy it can release is much larger than that of ordinary speakers, and its conversion efficiency is also very high.

Each of these four "speakers" can release more than 250 decibels of energy.

The energy of 250 decibels can directly shock people to death.

Of course, Gu Xiaobai couldn't perform with it.

But when it points to the clouds in the sky...

And such energy, released in the air, can cause a sharp increase in local air pressure, or a sharp drop in air pressure.

A change in air pressure corresponds to a change in temperature.

Gu Xiaobai clicked on the phone again.

"Boom!" Although it was a highly directional thermoacoustic engine, the leaked sound still made everyone feel their eardrums tighten and their scalps tingle.

Visible to the naked eye, four fluctuations shot straight into the sky, and the white cloud in the sky was torn apart, stirred, and then visibly turned black.

It was like someone poured a pot of ink in the sky, and after a few minutes, most of the sky was dark.

The audience who visited looked up at the sky, dumbfounded.

"Breaking the balance of a system is actually very simple, as long as the energy input is not large, as long as you find the right point and make the right energy input..."

Gu Xiaobai clicked on the phone casually, as if playing some music.

And under his "playing", four different thermoacoustic engines point to different directions in the sky, like four invisible hands rubbing the cloud, turning it from a white cloud to a dark cloud.

And this change is still spreading to distant places.

Two hours later, [-] kilometers away.

A blizzard hit the city of Riga.

(End of this chapter)