don't call me singer

Chapter 580 This moment is already a legend
How does it feel when the music is delayed by 0.71 seconds?
For ordinary people, they may not care at all, isn't it less than a second?
But in one second, many things can happen.

The fastest speaking person in the world can speak 11 words per second.

In the history of music, raps with a relatively fast speaking speed can say several words in 0.71 seconds. For example, Eminem, the former world record holder, spoke 369 words in 1560 seconds in "Rap God", an average of 4.22 per second.

This record was later broken by Tech N9ne, who spoke an average of 4.68 words per second in "Worldwide Choppers".

That is, 0.71 seconds, in the extreme case, maybe 8 words...

Of course, considering that the pronunciation of Chinese is monosyllabic, more words may be spoken...

Music is actually a precise technology. For music, sometimes a gap of one millisecond is a fatal disaster.

If the drumstick stays on the drum for one millisecond longer, the tone may change dramatically.

When pronouncing, the control of the vocal cords is off by a millisecond, and flaws may appear.

Humans are very amazing creatures.

If you ask a person to count for 1 minute, nine out of ten people will be either a lot faster or a lot slower.

But if you have someone beat the time, nine times out of ten you can get it right on the beat.

This is the human sense of rhythm.

Something like a "built-in clock".

It has always existed, seemingly useless, but it controls human actions, handles human sense of crisis, and responds to human instincts...

Once the rhythm is not accurate, even if there is only a little flaw, professional musicians can hear it.

Even ordinary people will feel that "it doesn't sound good, it's a bit messy".

Music is a precise technology, so humans spend a lot of money to slow down this delay.

But it takes time for sound to travel through the air.

Especially when the two musical instruments meet at a distance of nearly 400 meters, the volume of the musical instrument itself exceeds 20 meters.

The volume exceeds 20 meters in diameter, which means that by itself, there is a delay of at least 58 milliseconds.

For some FPS games, playing games in 58 milliseconds is too slow.

In fact, many people have never thought that when playing a gigantic instrument like the Bell and Drum Qin, it needs to deal with problems that no one has ever encountered before.

Of course, for ordinary people, a return speaker may be able to solve this problem.

But for Gu Xiaobai, it was not enough.

After all, a foldback speaker is just a spot microphone.

It's like you and a person 20 meters away from you, singing together, both of them will definitely not be able to keep up with each other's beat, it sounds weird.

Not to mention, with the addition of a delay of nearly 400 meters in the middle, this is also the difference between "The Bell and Drum" itself and "The Bell and Drum Tower".

When playing the qin of bells and drums, there are actually more than these things that need to be considered.

Many people have never thought about it, but in fact, the transmission power of the rope also has speed.

Force is a kind of mechanical wave, and its transmission speed is limited by the speed of the wave transmission of the material itself, in other words, it is the speed of sound propagation.

The Qin of Hundred Bells on the left uses steel cables, and the speed of the steel cables to transmit longitudinal waves is 5900 meters per second, while the Qin of Thousand Drums on the right uses elastic materials for the firing part in addition to the steel cables. , which itself has a delay.

And the length of each steel cable is different, the mechanical structure they pass through is also different, and the resistance is also different...

Gu Xiaobai turned off the return speakers, put his hands on the keyboard, and lightly leaned against the joysticks with various shapes that fit his body.

There was a smile on his face, and he murmured: "I like music, I love the bell, drum and zither..."

In Gu Xiaobai's trousers pocket, the system happily popped out.

Oh my god, Xiaobai said he likes music!
Then, he heard Gu Xiaobai sigh happily: "Because it is a super complicated physics problem!"

"I love complex physics problems!"

A super complicated question!

So when you untie it, it's really super cool!
No, our music is not a matter of physics!
The system really wants to protest.

It popped up a dialog box, protesting Gu Xiaobai's random characterization of music.

But Gu Xiaobai didn't look at it, because at this moment, Gu Xiaobai had already closed his eyes.

At that moment, his consciousness spread at an astonishing speed.

It seemed that an invisible nuclear bomb exploded, and the terrifying shock wave spread like a ball.

A huge ball of light that no one can see but only exists in Gu Xiaobai's consciousness covers the bell tower, drum tower, and performance tower.

covered everyone.

The world is long and the city is full of traffic.

The sky is vast, and the underground of the city is as busy as the surface.

Passing subways, crowded pipelines, flowing water...

And, connected to the zither of bells and drums, the transmission cables buried deep in the ground.

Gu Xiaobai's consciousness focused on the steel cable, and groups of numbers emerged from Gu Xiaobai's side.

Steel cable one, longitudinal wave transmission velocity, 5872m/s, length 321.27m.

Steel cable two, longitudinal wave transmission velocity, 5872m/s, length 327.19m.

Steel cable three...

Consciousness travels along the cable, and more data emerges.

The firing device of Qianguzhiqin is made of elastic nylon, the longitudinal wave transmission speed is 2560m/s, and the length is 17.24 meters.

Elastic nylon two...

When the drumstick is fired, the shear wave velocity is 1527m/s...

No. 1 big clock, weighing 48.27 tons...

Countless data gathered around Gu Xiaobai to form a river.

At that moment, Gu Xiaobai felt that what he saw seemed to be the long river of time.

It seems to have insight into the truth of the world.

He loved the feeling to death.

Everything is in order, and the feeling of seeing everything clearly is really great.

But the best feeling is when you stir it, break it...

Movement is the foundation of the universe, dynamic things are the most beautiful!

Gu Xiaobai's left foot suddenly stepped on at a speed of 9 meters per second, and the lateral force passed through the short pedal at a speed of 1527m/s, and was connected to a 327-meter-long steel cable, and the speed was 5872m/s. The speed is transmitted, and then the speed of 9 meters per second is restored, and it is heavily knocked on the huge copper bell weighing 48.27 tons.

"Duang..."

Longitudinal waves, transverse waves, surface Rayleigh waves...

All kinds of waves, from the point of impact, start to propagate in the bell body, and then start to vibrate the air to produce sound.

The thick lip, which provides the thick base, then the wall above, which provides the upper third, then the upper fifth...

When you step on it, it's not a note, but a perfect triad.

Because its sounding body is not a string, but a huge bell!
This is the most complicated musical instrument in the world, bar none!

After the perfect triad, the whole body of the bell vibrated, and various sounds interfered with each other. What came out at this time was a buzzing sound that was several times lower...

If a triad is like waves on the surface, it's a dull current.

Enveloping everything, overwhelming, overwhelming.

In an instant, terrifying sound waves began to spread from the huge bell body, and everything that was originally orderly was instantly broken.

It's like an invisible flood, escaping from the bell body.

The sound waves covered indiscriminately began to resonate with all other bell bodies, and then began to vibrate the bell tower, the foundation of the bell tower, and the ground...

Shake the sky and the earth.

The sound was reflected and amplified inside the bell tower, passed through the windows that opened like fins, was corrected, and passed to the front of the performance tower, the triangular golden area.

Gu Xiaobai's consciousness wanders in such data and in such changes.

In his world, that sound is like a sea tide breaking a bank, like an erupting prominence, like a jetting white hole...

The complex data change at this moment may choke all the supercomputers in the world to death.

But for Gu Xiaobai, this is an unparalleled experience, which makes people excited, happy, and makes people forget to breathe.

In the next second, his body leaned lightly, and the Qin of Thousand Drums on the right was tapped.

When manipulating the qin of bells and drums at the same time, it is not possible to use such complicated skills as when manipulating the qin of thousands of drums alone. After all, the most dexterous hands of human beings are used to manipulate the qin of hundreds of bells.

But in this state, the movements that can be triggered by the limbs are enough.

"Boom!!!!" With a sound, the drum sounded.

The sound wave blooms from the percussion. Its waveform is complex and beautiful, like a flower blooming, and then quickly decays. The drum quickly returns to calm from the vibration, leaving only a little bit of subtle vibration to stir the air.

This is the vibration of the plate, complex and beautiful, but fleeting and fleeting.

And this short drum sound, like a sharp knife, met the sea tide breaking the embankment, the erupting prominence, the jetting white hole...

Then, cut it off with one knife!

In the next second, the tide continued, and the light of the knife flew.

Like a peerless knight, he practiced his sword in the tide, forcing the tide to stand still.

At that moment, Gu Xiaobai was already detached.

His consciousness is overlooking everything.

This is a picture that no one in the world can share with him.

No one can feel this feeling except himself.

This beauty, this experience of traveling through the physical and musical true self, perceiving everything and seeing everything...

nobody.

But he couldn't wait to experience it again.

More complex, more beautiful, more wonderful!
He couldn't wait to use his fingers, his fists, and his body to agitate this huge machine, stir this city, and stir this world.

This is an instrument he invented. In this world, no one understands it better than him, and no one knows how to play it better than him.

At this moment, he is the master of the world.

And everyone else can only tremble under his control.

Or, tears welling up in the eyes, and then throwing myself on the ground.

What sweet, what melody do you want?
I just want to beat this gigantic instrument to my heart's content.

Feel free to vent your emotions!
Come on, shake the world, conquer it, crush it, tear it apart!
Let everything, under my hands, tremble!
Let me die for this world!
This is my gift to the world...

"Send the Bell Song"! ! ! !

Whether you want it or not, I have brought you this clock!
No one can describe Gu Xiaobai's state at this time.

Under absolute rationality, indescribable sensibility and impulse.

His mind was calculating coldly among the numbers.

His consciousness, however, travels through the long river of history.

He calculated the slight error of 0.1 milliseconds, but in his heart, he was missing everything in the past, as fragile and sensitive as a baby.

He has seen, heard, loved, hated, cried, laughed.

His past life, future life, lost, gained.

One second he was the overlord of the spring and autumn, and the next second he was a helpless child.

He was originally a peerless military god who roamed the battlefield, but when he turned around, he turned into a genius boy in an ivory tower.

All emotions turned into the sound of bells and drums.

Rational, crazy, wild, restrained.

He is contradictory, and he is also perfect.

At this moment, Gu Xiaobai's state surpassed himself at all previous moments.

this moment……

His hands, feet, and his body seemed to be lodged by the spirit of this world, and the feelings that seemed to have accumulated in the long river of time and had nowhere to vent were vented through him.

this moment……

The Bell and Drum, the Qin, was truly born in this world!

In this world, a truly epic musical instrument appeared!
Everyone on the road fell silent.

They raised their heads dully and looked in the direction where the voice came from.

Then the body seemed to be out of control and was fixed there.

It seems that there is an existence countless times greater than human beings, at this moment, descending on this crowded and busy city.

Whether it is an office worker returning home, an elementary school student who has waited a day and is distressed by the aftermath, or a scholar, engineer, or worker who has participated in construction.

At this moment, they all spontaneously felt an unspeakable pride and happiness.

It's like being inside something much bigger than yourself.

Their bodies are standing still, but their spirits have surpassed everything.

All the troubles in life seem to be insignificant.

Wang Lianfang stood under the performance tower.

He, who never casually showed his feelings in front of others, was already in tears at this moment.

When he finally decided to accept this proposal, he never thought that he would hear such music.

Such a bell, such a drum.

The low-frequency drum sound lacks a sense of direction, and it is reflected by the surrounding buildings, as if it is coming from all directions.

But the sound of the bell was even more strange.

Its complex sound system, complex resonance and shading make it look ahead and look behind, touching far away in the sky, but chasing it close at hand.

It's like a precocious dragon, dragging its long body and swimming around him.

He opened his hands, closed his eyes, raised his head, and turned around in a circle, listening to the sound of bells, drums and zither coming from all directions.

The sounds of bells, drums and zithers converged in the golden triangle area from two directions, and then penetrated each other and spread to farther places.

At Dongyuan University not far away, the students who were just about to go to evening self-study suddenly stopped in their tracks.

The melodious bells and faint drums came from afar.

On the other side of the Baisheng Center, the security guard who was patrolling looked up and could vaguely see a corner of the clock tower, which was so small in the steel forest full of tall buildings.

In the distance, the office workers who were working overtime suddenly stood up and opened the windows that had been closed all day.

The cold wind poured in, and the sound of traffic flow poured in.

But at the same time, there are also the melodious bells and the exciting drums.

In the distance, on the construction site, on the top of the high crane tower, the master driving the crane suddenly stopped what he was doing and turned his head to look over.

In a modern city, the low and small bell tower and drum tower are like two small toy models.

In the distance, a plane was landing, and the sound wave hit the wing of the plane, and then reflected back.

The passengers in the plane seemed to feel something, and frowned and looked at the sandy ground below.

The sound waves passed over the plane, hit the clouds above the plane, and were reflected back, spilling over the city.

Farther away, an old man wrapped in cotton-padded clothes and walking in a secluded alley suddenly heard the sound of the surrounding walls resonating intensified. He suddenly stopped and raised his head to look at the sky in the sky. White cirrus clouds.

"It's strange, it's winter, why did you hear thunder?"

Not all the sound waves were reflected back, and some sound waves came out through the clouds, stirring the air above the clouds.

A small suspended liquid drop slowly rose amidst the vibration, and then condensed into a small ice crystal.

"Boom...duang..."

Every sound seemed to convey a bit of power to it.

It is in the clouds, doing Brownian motion, rising, rising...

The ice crystal collided with other small ice crystals, and then slowly grew larger...

At this moment, the sound waves from the ground seemed to soften.

And then, the buoyancy of the air finally couldn't support it, and it began to descend uncontrollably.

More small ice crystals also fell with it, and then they slowly touched, fused, and crystallized...

A snowflake fluttered down from the clouds, floating, floating...

The wind stirred up by the landing of the plane, blowing it, crossed the top of the crane tower, and slowly fell towards the model-like Bell and Drum Tower.

The turbulent sound waves also gave it a little momentum, and it was pushed towards the middle by the sound pressure from both sides.

Then it finally hit the finish line.

Gu Xiaobai closed his eyes, and suddenly felt a cold on the tip of his nose.

He opened his eyes, and the sound of bells and drums stopped abruptly.

He stretched out his hand, touched the tip of his nose lightly, then raised his head and looked towards the sky.

The sky is vast, and the world is long.

(End of this chapter)