Am I really hallucinating?

Chapter 289 Direct Confrontation
The sound is a harsh thing.

Music in the violent world has always been like this, with chaotic melodies, full of emotional catharsis, and malicious attacks.

There is no classical music there, and percussion instruments are the most popular, because everyone can play this "instrument" and anyone can use it to play malicious music.

In such an environment, a weak boy in the violent world picked up a broken violin.

Only then did he realize that there were such sounds in the world.

However, such an instrument cannot convey any sound in a violent world, and the fragile violin is too fragile even to hit a person.

Even though no one taught him, he still tried it on his own, and in the end...

……

"Stop, why did he go straight into the memories? Did he want to explode or just drive away on his own accord?" Zheng Fan suddenly spoke, and the Black Sparrow bobblehead doll flew up.

Although she didn't know what Zheng Fan was talking about, Doris stretched out her hand and the piano case in the car automatically flipped open, and a pitch-black rapier flew into her hand.

Seeing this, the Violin Killer had no time to think about it, as he had obviously met a tough guy.

The first thing he did was to pick up the bloody violin, put the bow on the red string and pull it hard.

The sharp piano sound sounded like a woman's scream, making people feel uncomfortable instinctively.

Doris's face darkened, the rapier in her hand swayed softly, she stretched out her hand and clenched it, then quickly plucked the violin. Even with such a high-pitched sound, it still sounded accurately and suppressed the opponent's voice.

Upon seeing this, the Violin Killer couldn't suppress his inner surprise, and his expression showed obvious hesitation.

This is no longer just a tough guy! This is simply...!
From the perspective of others, the blood-red and pitch-black musical notes rose together with the music of the two, then entangled, rubbed, and collided. In an instant, the blood-colored music quickly collapsed and was easily crushed, vulnerable to a single blow.

"Nemesis!" This word flashed through the Violin Killer's mind.

His body was shaken, and he was swept away by Doris's piano music. He stood there with his eyes wide open, and before he knew it, blood was flowing from all his orifices.

Seeing this, Mora, who was ready to help, felt that he was no longer needed.

In fact, there was no need to do it. Gao Song didn't even move his hands and had no intention of doing it from the beginning. Any more movement would be disrespectful to No.1.

As for Tao Zhi, as a functional role, don't think too much at the beginning, just stand back.

Zheng Fan relied on the connection with Doris and followed the output of the music directly into the mind of the killer in front of him. The opponent's ability was basically an all-round inferior version of Doris. Although the form might be more similar to what Zheng Fan was good at, the strength was really too different.

Ok?
Suddenly, Zheng Fan felt something more interesting.

He actually saw some memories in the other person's mind.

Sorry, he seemed to have spoken a little loudly just now. The ability of this killer seems to have a deeper meaning. Compared with the pure output of Doris and Zheng Fan's music, the music of the violin killer actually has the nature of demanding from the audience.

It is so evil that Zheng Fan must taste it carefully.

It's a pity that although the opponent has walked his own path in the realm of music, the classical master is the master. There is no doubt that he was easily killed by Doris. He had no room for resistance at all, and even caused a backflow, allowing the evil Black Sparrow to take advantage of the opportunity and take things from him.

Suddenly, a strong will of resistance cut off the backflow. It turned out that the violin killer was relieved by Doris's music.

Not only did his faith not break, but Doris also brought out the suppressed emotions in his heart.

“Very good, very good! The violin in your hand is the essence of your hard practice, the crystallization of your spirit! And what I need is to knock down this classical music!” The killer showed a twisted and hideous smile, his hands trembling, even though blood was still flowing from all his orifices, he still got into the posture of playing again.

Doris' eyes widened slightly, a little surprised.

Just now she thought that the problem had been solved. Not to mention the problem of violin level, the gap in hard power itself was huge.

The opponent's current performance is like a last gasp, and it is still getting stronger.

The blood on his hands smeared across the strings, an action that was enough to make the violinist frown, but was covered up by the more intense music the next moment.

Doris took a deep breath, and her originally relaxed state of mind was officially lifted. She regained the feeling of a formal performance and played the music.

For murderers, most of their symbols are simple and direct. The violence that impresses them most deeply will become the weapons in their hands.

It is rare to see someone like Jiang Si using silk thread as a symbol, and it is probably not a problem to say that he is the only one who uses a violin, or violin music, as a symbol.

In the memories that Zheng Fan just obtained through the regurgitation, the other party had struggled his way through the violent world bit by bit.

The harsh sound can cause discomfort and make the violent residents more violent. As long as he plays in a place with enough people, he can make these people become his audience and use the violent sound as cheers for him.

Before he knew it, he gained some fame, and moved around flexibly without getting into too much trouble, until he became a murderer.

He is a musician in a violent world, and that may be true.

Until he came to Dadu and was introduced to music that did not belong to the violent world.

This strong dissonance and gap once again told him that the so-called performance he was good at was simply stimulating people's pain in order to seek feedback.

On TV, on the Internet, and even at some live performances, the real performance is so dazzling and the real applause is so enthusiastic.

Makes him jealous...

But, does he not want to play serious music?

Yes.

He just doesn't want to.

The sounds made of blood are the real music. Those bright and beautiful vocals are all attics in the sky that can make the audience cheer with their lives. This is the true meaning of his performance.

He wants to enjoy the pain brought by his performance.

This is the music of a violent world!

And Doris before him was the enemy he was going to defeat at the cost of his own blood and life!

The tearing feeling stretched out. Doris felt the pressure. Although she didn't read the memory as directly as Zheng Fan, everything was in the other party's resolute vocal music.

An understanding from another world?
Interesting, but you may be disappointed.

The black sparrow suddenly stopped watching and transformed itself into a pitch-black violin, which fell into Doris's hands.

At this moment, Doris's rapier bow was no longer playing in the air, but was fitted with real strings.

The atmosphere trembles as she plays the strings, and the bow spans the memories of the past and present. It is a song that deviates from classicism and is completely individualistic, more violent than violence.

Tao Zhi was stunned. He could not understand either side's performance.

Gao Song narrowed his eyes. He had seen Doris's best performance when fighting against the old nun. It has only been a short time and Doris seems to have improved again. Even if she abandons the cooperation of that illusion, if Doris goes back to that time, she may have a chance to really assassinate the old nun under the light of the lighthouse.

Mora's face looked heavy, and Tikman took a deep breath.

Whenever he thought of these children, especially those of Doris's level, he was afraid that one day on some big stage, if Doris got carried away like she did this time, how would the scene end.

(End of this chapter)