Miss Witch doesn't want to be a diva!.

Chapter 709 Black Cello
The deep cello played in the night, the streets along the way were exceptionally clean and cool, and the sound of trickling water was exceptionally clear in the darkness.

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Many people take it for granted that the interstellar age should be lively and noisy, with all kinds of information interweaving. In videos, movies and TV shows, many characters perform never-ending musicals and dances. No matter whether they are vulgar or elegant, they have their own audiences. Performers and viewers form a flowing circle, in which emotions of sorrow, joy, anger and happiness linger and flow.

This kind of understanding comes from living in a city where the lights never go out for a long time, and from the uninterrupted narration and accompaniment in every video and film. People have become accustomed to the world of music and to labeling everything with various short words.

If, one day.

Turn off the electronic devices at hand and in your life, and enter a completely quiet world, an empty world with no one. In that long dark night where you can hear a pin drop, in that monotonous world without any accompaniment or music, what will you think of?

Is it the long memories, the deep fear of facing the unknown, or the feeling of a long-lost peace and relaxation.

The bizarre information is like a torrent that engulfs the people of this era, making them laugh wildly, feel anxious, confused, and angry at times. Many concepts and viewpoints are like invisible strings, manipulating the puppets below to laugh and cry.

All moods are like flashing diodes, constantly flashing and jumping.

When this process is suddenly interrupted one day and they return to the gray and monotonous reality, a strong discomfort will spread, urging them to return to that wonderful world again.

Objectively speaking, the life of an ordinary person is short and poor, like wearing a thick raincoat, holding an umbrella, walking hurriedly through the dark streets.

The unknown and anxiety are always around, and there is always a voice in my heart urging me to get through this stage as soon as possible, but after turning one street there is another, and there is no place for me to relax and rest.

It takes an extremely strong will to fight against the tide of the times, and to turn around and face the darkness, you must have the courage to look at yourself with all your shortcomings, cowardice, and even meanness.

~'If you are not a saint, don't force yourself to go down that path. '~
In the quiet room, a black-haired man was holding a cello. He was dressed in all black, and his shoulder-length black hair swayed slightly as the bow moved.

The immersive music plays, telling the story of a life flowing quietly in darkness. It is isolated from external evaluations and is his unique aesthetic and taste.

The incandescent filament emitted a halo of light through the yellowed glass lampshade, illuminating the tabletop, on which lay an old, flipped detective novel. The man sitting at the table was wearing a gray-brown wool sweater and holding a cup of freshly brewed hot coffee in his hand.

The sound of the cello music passed through the low valley and gradually entered the soaring night sky. It was a magnificent sadness of a lone bird flying, grabbing the hearts of the listeners.

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The long song ended with constant ups and downs and back and forth, and the slowly released emotions seemed to still surround this room and in the darkness outside the window.

The cup of coffee was gently put down, making a slight sound as it collided with the porcelain plate on the base.

"I haven't heard you play the violin for a long time, Prince." The man sitting at the table felt a little nostalgic, thinking of the scenes from his youth, but unfortunately everything was blurry like a yellowed and faded photo.

The black-haired man in black put down the cello in his hand, and his booted feet stepped on the wooden floor, making a sound in the quiet night. He picked up the tin kettle from the stove on the other side, poured himself some hot water, and tasted it slowly.

"Tell me, what do you want from me?" He sat opposite the man, holding the cup between his fingers and shaking it gently, as if it contained not just hot water, but rare wine.

"I want you to kill someone." The man spoke slowly.

"Who is it?" The black-haired Prince continued to shake the hot water in the cup and watched the steam rise.

"my daughter."

“What a sad story.”

The two fell into a long silence and quiet.

"I remember the last time we met more than 30 years ago. At that time, you said you had married a very good wife and told us old friends that you would retire from the world and no longer get involved in dark and dangerous things."

"And now, you come and tell me this." His voice was as low as the friction of crow feathers.

With a long sigh, the man in the gray-brown wool sweater picked up an old detective novel at hand, which contained an ancient murder case printed in black lead type.

“Novels often weave reasonable motives and logic for behaviors that ordinary people cannot understand.”

"But in reality, all it takes is one impulse."

"I must be responsible for my past impulses and end the prophecy that has not yet been fulfilled." His fingers flipped the pages that kept passing by, his eyes dazed.

"Prophecy? Do you still believe in this relic of the superstitious era? If prophecy is really effective, then all social operations now can rely on it for guidance." The black-haired man shook his head, not understanding how the decisive and resolute man in the past had become like this.

"Yeah, I didn't believe it at first." The man put down the book.

"In the past, I was so rebellious. I could carry out any task decisively, have my own principles, find the balance between reality and ideals, and continue to achieve success."

"Looking back now, I was so confident and determined at that time. I never regretted any decision. If I really did, I would use the gun and sword in my hand to make it reasonable."

"And now, have you, a lone wolf, grown old? You have taken so much trouble to find my secluded place and ask for help from me, an old friend waiting to die."

"I have indeed grown old. I don't even dare to face the mistakes I made in the past, that huge mistake." The man looked at the gradually cooling coffee and slowly closed his eyes.

"I shouldn't have allowed those two children to be born. They shouldn't have appeared in this world."

"Why do you say that? Aren't those two children very beautiful? They are even very kind. Even without you, they haven't become bad." Prince blew on the hot water and drank it slowly.

"Yes, if others see it, I not only have the best wife, but also two angelic daughters."

“But what if they really are angels, gods that were never born into this world?” The man told the truth he knew.

"Do you know the story about Pandora in Greek mythology?"

"I know." Prince didn't wait for the other party to speak, but continued speaking.

"I also know what you want to tell me, about the magic box in Pandora's hand and the final thing that was pressed inside."

"Yes, it is 'hope'."

As if he had made up his mind, the man in the sweater stood up and walked around the room.

“When do people grow up?”

"The answer is in desperation."

“When will the child leave the family home?”

“The answer came in knowing that this family could no longer provide the freedom and space that I needed.”

"I was very young at that time. I didn't like the various fallacies, deceptions, and injustices I saw in life. I also hated those cowardly and numb people. I also thought that I didn't care about these phenomena and mundane things."

"But at the most critical moment, you chose your ideals and betrayed the organization." Prince answered with a hint of sarcasm.

"Yeah, when people make choices, there aren't actually that many big reasons. It's just the impulse that stops for a few seconds."

"I thought I had done a good job replacing the special test tubes found on that mission and saving them."

"Yes, we didn't realize it, and we all believed that it was just something made up by a crazy cult. If there really was such a treasure, it would have been confiscated by the federal officials or the cult long ago." Prince put down the cup.

"Until ten years ago, we didn't care about that little thing. We thought you just fell in love with that beautiful oriental girl and chose to leave the organization for the sake of your family."

"Even though it was very unhappy back then, no one blamed you too much and let you leave after the incident."

"More than 30 years have passed. Some of my former companions are no longer with us, some have retired, and some are hiding in hard-to-find places like me. Yet you suddenly tell me to help you get rid of your daughter."

"I thought you were a very calm, logical, decisive and rational person." Prince continued to shake his head.

"You now look like an old lion that has been driven out of the lion group, emitting a contemptible and rotten stench." He leaned back in his chair and slowly spoke the sarcastic words.

"Besides, who do you think I am?"

"Now I am like the crow guarding the cemetery, quietly waiting for the day when I will be buried."

"I have no obsession, nor do I have gratitude or hope for anyone. You can't convince me."

After saying this, the two fell into a long silence.

The man stood by the window, looking at the dark streets outside, the cold and deserted city.

"This is where you grew up, right?" He suddenly spoke again, but this time he did not continue the previous topic.

"Yes." Prince stood up and went to the window.

"There weren't many people here before, but I really like this quiet environment without any disturbance."

"Are there still people living here now?" "Besides me, there should be two other families living here now."

"Can I visit them tomorrow?"

"Go ahead, but don't say you're my friend."

"Ah."

The two stopped talking.

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the next day.

The man brought a small gift he had prepared and came to a gray house in the city and knocked on the door gently.

After waiting for a long time and hearing no response, he knocked on the door again, and the bang bang sound echoed in the empty street.

Just like that, an hour later, the old wooden door slowly opened, revealing an old woman with a hunched back inside. She was wearing thick glasses, and next to her was a mottled and faded robot dog. Part of the robot dog's shell had fallen off, revealing its circuits and structure.

"Who are you?" The old man reluctantly raised his head and looked at the man.

"I'm new here and I want to know something from you. This is a small gift for you." The man showed the gift box in his hand.

"No thanks." The old man closed the door, and then it closed again.

After hitting a wall, the man moved to another house, which was in the suburbs, with messy weeds all over the yard.

When he arrived, the elderly people here were walking in wheelchairs, looking at the cemetery not far away in the suburbs, while the personal terminal next to them was playing the radio, telling the latest news and current affairs.

When the man appeared, the old man was obviously surprised and even pressed the alarm device on his wheelchair, attracting several riot control units to take off from the city and rush over here.

"I'm not a criminal, I just want to talk to you." The man explained, but the old man still shook his head in disbelief.

Later, the riot police arrived. After some questioning and explanation, and under the watchful eyes of these riot police, the man slowly left the yard.

In the following days, he continued to try various ways to greet the two people in the city, and then he settled down here and began to plant trees and trim the messy vines and plants.

Just like that, three months later, the old man saw the garden full of roses while taking a walk and nodded slightly to him in greeting.

Later, the woman living alone finally accepted the flowers sent by the man and let him in for a cup of tea.

"So you know Prince." As the two gradually talked, they got to know the man's purpose and expressed their feelings.

"The child lived like this since he was young. When he grew up, he went out to explore the world and didn't come back until ten years ago," the old man recalled.

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"You asked Prince about his childhood. He was a quiet kid with a pouty mouth, just like a little adult. He was not sociable."

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"As for anything out of the ordinary or special, I really don't remember anything. The only impression I have is that he played the violin very well at that time, and a girl even confessed her love to him for that."

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"As for the result? There was no result. They separated after about two months together. We don't know the specific reason. Now it seems that Prince was not the kind of music prince that young girls fantasize about." The old lady commented and laughed as she spoke, as if she was remembering her own youth.

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"He must have a very stubborn personality, but he would never show it outwardly. Instead, he would vent it in music, which was probably the world he liked," recalled another old man.

“There are actually quite a few people like this, but they won’t show it when we spend a short amount of time together. And a lot of the time people can’t see themselves clearly. They think they can make do with it, but when they really face that kind of situation, they can’t stand it at all.” The old man once again talked about his life experience.

"I don't think it's an impulse, it's actually you, your true self free from the constraints of social morality."

"I increasingly feel that some of the choices I made when I was young, which seemed accidental and unconscious, were actually caused by my own inherent character. Even if something seemed right to outsiders, if I didn't like it, I would subconsciously avoid it and even fail like a self-fulfilling prophecy."

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"Hahaha, so you want to convince Prince."

"He is indeed a difficult person to get along with. Even those of us who are familiar with his past find him difficult to deal with."

"Let him go out with you and explore the world? This is a difficult idea. He is not a materialistic person."

"Besides, you can't ask him what he really thinks. It's a very obscure thing. I think he spends more time analyzing himself than you guess."

"It's a pity that you are a man, not a fair-skinned and beautiful girl. If it were a girl, he would probably be shaken. Haha, I was the same when I was young. I always thought I was very firm, but in the end I was shaken by a gentle girl."

"Okay, no more jokes. I advise you to give up. I know something about Prince's situation. He is waiting for death just like us."

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After the questioning with the two elderly people, the man knew a lot about Prince's past, but he still couldn't get this old friend to come out.

"So finally, you brought me this." Prince sat on the familiar second-floor balcony, which had a small table and teapot and cups.

"Yes." As he said that, the man put down the projector in his hand.

Press the button above, and the black light curtain will gradually close the surroundings. Then a ray of light will shoot out and then quickly differentiate to form a three-dimensional projection.

On the stage, the girl with black hair and black dress closed her eyes slightly and sang softly. The slightly sad song flowed on this quiet balcony.

“Very good song, very beautiful girl.”

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"You said, this is your only surviving daughter?"

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"She is already a diva, why let her die? Isn't this what you hoped for in the past, to have a great diva change this decadent and corrupt world full of deception and stupidity."

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"It's funny, you're telling me now that you no longer believe in this ideal, because you're increasingly aware that this change will not bring about a new life, but another, more extreme world."

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“No one wants to be the saints described in the scriptures, because for most people, that is extremely depressing, uncomfortable, painful and twisted.”

"I used to hate people who told lies, until one day I saw myself in the mirror."

"It turns out that I didn't really want to be that kind of person. I just wanted to enjoy the admiring looks and countless preferential treatment that came with that identity."

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"The better her talent as a singer, the further she will go wrong, until she ends up dragging everyone into the abyss, because she will not learn from her failures and understand the filth of accepting reality."

"And this kind of idealism is inherently just, which makes many people foolishly believe in it."

"Until the end, when you can no longer hold on, the building collapses, and everything that pours out will be more violent and more desperate than before."

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"Didn't you realize that when you told me all this, and even wanted to change your past mistakes, that was when you were most idealistic, because you still hadn't let go and were still living in that obsession."

"But impulse is so strange."

"I accept your invitation to meet that girl and show her the darkness of human nature. If she collapses because she can't hold on, it means that she is indeed a mistake, and the despair predicted will end."

"What if she persists and even becomes more obsessed with achieving her ideal?" the man finally asked.

"Then let us watch together as this world slowly descends into despair."

"Before I died, I was relieved to see so many people in the same predicament as me. Now you know what kind of person I am."

"I have recognized my own darkness and will not change it."

(End of this chapter)