Fate's Choice: Livestream at the Start Summoning Billions of Ravens

The live broadcast took place at 7:50 p.m. on the evening of the broadcast at Jiangcheng Riverside Park.

The location shown in the trailer was already packed with people.

A sea of ​​people stretched from the DJ booth to the edge of the park, far exceeding the number estimated when the event was registered.

The air was stuffy, thick with the smell of sweat and excitement.

Inside the makeshift mobile command center outside the park, Zhao Lin stared intently at the ever-increasing real-time heat map of pedestrian flow on the screen, her palms sweating profusely.

The numbers had already exceeded the safety limits set by the police, and several security personnel behind her were anxiously coordinating with the police.

At the same time, inside an inconspicuous black command vehicle on the outskirts of the park.

Chen Jianguo sat in the center, with multiple screens in front of him displaying surveillance footage from different areas.

On one main screen was a bird's-eye view transmitted from a drone, showing dense crowds resembling ant colonies, which made him frown.

It's exactly eight o'clock.

Amidst great anticipation, Jiang Ming appeared on the DJ stage right on time.

He was still wearing that simple white T-shirt, and his figure appeared somewhat thin under the huge stage lights.

The cameras of tens of thousands of audience members and hundreds of media outlets instantly focused on him.

The audience quickly noticed something was wrong.

The huge DJ booth was empty; there were no CD players, no mixing consoles, no electronic devices, only a lone standing microphone.

Jiang Ming did not give anyone a chance to ask questions.

He opened a Douyin live stream with a simple and direct title.

"Tonight, the city will celebrate cats."

The moment the live stream started, the number of viewers jumped from zero to 100,000, 300,000, 500,000... at an alarming rate.

The bullet screen was filled with comments like "Crow God" and "Cat God".

Jiang Ming picked up the microphone.

"Before the party begins, let me introduce to you the real DJ for tonight—General Yu."

After he finished speaking, the entire room fell silent.

Everyone, both online and offline, was stunned. General Yu? Who is this? Which underground label's top DJ?

Under the bewildered gaze of everyone, an unusually large, one-eyed orange cat slowly emerged from the shadows backstage with a gait so steady it was almost animalistic.

Ignoring the blinding lights and the roaring crowd around it, it leaped lightly onto the DJ booth and squatted down at Jiang Ming's feet.

A giant LED screen at the back of the stage projected a close-up shot of it into the night sky.

The empty left eye socket, the hideous scar, and the single eye that gleamed with a wild light.

A primal atmosphere, belonging to the streets and the struggle for survival, forcefully assaulted everyone's visual senses through live broadcasts and large screens on site.

"Holy crap! It's a cat?"

"That cat is fierce! Those scars... it must have been in so many battles!"

Both online and offline, uncontrollable gasps and commotion erupted simultaneously.

Jiang Ming ignored him and spoke into the microphone, producing a unique, low buzzing sound from his throat that, to human ears, sounded like ordinary electronic music.

The sound was amplified and carried throughout the entire park.

However, with the blessing of the Voice of the Mind, it represents a clear command to all the felines in this area.

[Assemble]

The next moment, something unexpected happened.

A dense rustling sound began to emanate from the bushes surrounding the park, from the shadows of distant buildings, and even from the feet of some of the crowded spectators.

In the darkness, one pair, ten pairs, hundreds of pairs of glowing eyes suddenly lit up.

The green and yellow lights merged into one in the night, silently announcing their arrival.

Before everyone could recover from this bizarre sight, Jiang Ming emitted a second, more complex buzzing rhythm with rapid shifts in direction.

[On stage].

General Yu, who was squatting at his feet, seemed to have received the king's order. He suddenly raised his head and let out a deep, penetrating roar.

A roar is a military order.

Hundreds of stray cats, like a black and variegated tide, surged out of the shadows from all directions, ignoring the astonishment of humans, and charged directly toward the DJ booth where the lights converged.

"ah--!"

"Cats! So many cats!"

The front-row audience members facing the onslaught of cats finally let out terrified screams.

Panic in a crowd is contagious. Even those in the back rows, who couldn't see what was happening, began to stir and instinctively wanted to back away.

Inside the command vehicle, Chen Jianguo suddenly stood up from his seat, grabbed the walkie-talkie, and was about to issue an order to forcibly disperse the crowd.

"All units..."

He didn't finish his sentence.

The scene on the screen caused his brain to momentarily freeze.

The unstoppable cat horde did not surge into the crowd.

They stopped with perfect precision about ten meters away from the DJ booth.

There was no chaos, and not a single cat crossed that invisible boundary.

Even more baffling is that after they stopped, they began to automatically divert the flow.

Orange cats gathered in one group, tabby cats in another, and pure black and pure white cats each formed their own groups, clearly distinguishing themselves into several large square formations.

Jiang Ming played the third section of rapid, highly rhythmic buzzing beats.

Follow the rhythm

The lighting equipment above the DJ booth finally came on at that moment.

Accompanied by the powerful electronic music drumbeats that suddenly burst from the speakers, colorful beams of light began to flash wildly.

A miracle occurred under the watchful eyes of tens of thousands of people in the stadium and millions online.

Below the stage, the thousands of stray cats, who had just been displaying their wild side, began in perfect unison, with the back row imitating the front row and the squad leaders imitating General Yu, to the explosive beat of the music.

nod.

Shake your body.

Wagging its tail.

From the perspective of a high-altitude drone, the thousands of points of light on the dark lawn are reflections from cat's eyes.

These lights flickered in sync with the rhythm of the music, rising and falling, creating a flowing, eerie "light show".

The audience's brains couldn't process information as quickly as their eyes could see.

The initial fear was replaced by a more extreme and unbelievable emotion at this moment.

fanaticism.

"Holy crap! Holy crap! They're dancing!"

A boy's piercing scream ignited the entire venue.

Everyone frantically pulled out their phones, aiming them at the once-in-a-century spectacle of "a hundred cats dancing."

Screams, cheers, and the deep bass of music nearly blew the night sky over the entire Binjiang Park.

Inside the command vehicle.

Chen Jianguo, with the half-smoked cigarette dangling from his mouth, stood there stunned for a long while.

The young police officer next to him, Xiao Wang, had his mouth agape, wide enough to fit an egg, and was muttering to himself.

"Captain...they...they're dancing?"

On stage, Jiang Ming became the sole conductor of this carnival.

He began to use more complex buzzing sounds and simple gestures to direct the cats below the stage.

With a wave of an arm, the orange cats in the formation undulated their bodies in a wave-like motion.

With one finger pointing to the other side, the black cat formation and the white cat formation began to "jump" at each other, battling with the frequency of their wagging tails.

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