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Wang Que sat in his seat, with noisy sounds in his ears and a lot of thoughts in his mind.

Time passed little by little, and it was around 11 o'clock.

The lights on the opera stage suddenly dimmed.

In an instant, the surrounding noise disappeared.

prelude:

An iron-grey curtain hangs from a 12-meter-high platform, and three sets of tilted cross projections rise and fall with the organ scale.

The cold green main light and the amber backlight alternately scan the audience seats, and an inexplicable sense of oppression emerges.

Amidst the tremolo of the double bass, the curtain suddenly split open, revealing a giant gear-structured judgment platform.

A character dressed as the Chief Judge appeared. I don’t know if it was a bad taste, but Wang Que looked at the character’s clothes and thought they looked a bit like Navilette.

"The moon bites the midnight's throat/Silver scales hold up the fallen soul/The Hadith flows between every tooth——"

The choir behind the scenes sang in unison: Let the moment when the silver tongue weighed the feather last forever, the tray on the left holds three morning stars, and the right must reach the boiling point of the seventh lava of hell.

The presiding judge disappeared into the shadows, and the villagers emerged into the light. The witness stand stood upright like a coffin, and the villagers pulled their testimony out of the bloody bandages.

(bass):

"Purple smoke rose from the wheat fields where she walked!

The grains cracked into skull teeth in the moonlight,

My millstone vomited out three grains of bloody rye on Shrove Tuesday."

(soprano):

"Her silver spindle is hidden in the thorn bush,

Each strand of wool is twisted into the shape of a hanging rope!

Last night I counted the lambs as the stream flowed backward,

The hundredth one's eyes were turning gears."

(Everyone suddenly switches to chromatic scale and sings in unison):

“She made our spring die in the 13th season!

The shadow of the bell tower grows a scorpion tail,

The church windows ooze asphalt,

Even the crows are starting to confess in human language!"

The background frequency suddenly changes, and there is the sound of a cane hitting the ground, forming a mechanical rhythm of 12/8 beats.

(Male part):

"Her owl laid eggs at a funeral!"

(female voice):

"The eggshell is engraved with the date of our unborn death!"

(Children's section):

"The bronze door knocker of the church became pregnant as she passed by!"

(Everyone roars):

“Her womb harbors thorns growing in reverse!

Every thorn is a name we have lost!"

The sound fades and the lights change.

Suddenly, the graceful witch appeared in the light, bound in shackles.

Wang Que's eyes narrowed. This witch... was actually Funina.

When she appeared on stage, there was an immediate uproar in the audience.

No one expected that Funina would appear as a sinner.

Fortunately, no one raised any questions and no one interrupted the performance.

On stage,

The witch looked towards the villagers with a mocking smile:

"You accuse me of a spindle-weaving curse?

Have you ever seen the maggots wriggling under the parchment of the codex?

Those lies marinated in holy oil are gnawing at the spine of time!"

Several mirrors were erected around.

The witch and her reflection form a duet, and the villagers reflected in the mirror transform into pigs.

"The first serious crime: You have forged your thoughts into a dog cage!

The second serious sin: feeding the truth with the milk of fear!

The third most unforgivable crime is

How dare you nail the coffin lid of obedience on the soul!"

With each crime she recited, a gear in the dome fell off, as if the law were crumbling.

And she still ran barefoot, as if looking for a way out,

But in the end, she just fell to the ground, singing foolishly:

"When you imprison the stars in the cage of scripture

When Four Seasons Are Castrated in the Confession Room

Even crows have to fake sunrise times~

This is the most perfect blasphemy!"

The background music suddenly rose five degrees, simulating the sound of an axle breaking.

The ignorant images of the villagers appeared on the mirror standing on the stage.

Natural disasters such as fires, droughts, animal attacks, floods, hurricanes, and even human disasters such as wars and killings.

They blamed all the unknowns that they did not dare to know on the witch, as if burning her to death would usher in the dawn.

The witch sang again:

"Since you have cast the judgment seat with your ignorance

Then let this holy ignorance devour itself—

Look! The Arbiter is eating its own beam

Lujingquan grows a knot that hangs justice."

The lighting changes.

The judge who had disappeared just now appeared again and stood in front of the witch.

The witch looked up and said, "How many demons do you see in my pupils?"

Presiding Judge: "Every refraction is new evidence of guilt!"

He seemed to be talking about the witch, but also seemed to be talking about the ignorant villagers reflected in the mirror.

One end of the scales in the judge's hand was covered with mirror fragments, and the other end was suspended with the witch's crown of thorns.

When the balance was about to tilt, the witch played by Funina suddenly broke off all the shackles, stepped onto the judgment seat barefoot, and her shadow overlapped with that of the presiding judge.

The stage lights suddenly went out, leaving only a beam of cold light that enveloped the witch and the judge as twin silhouettes.

The two recited the last line in unison:

"Now—who is the one being judged?"

After a moment, the cold light went out.

The curtain slowly fell.

Wang Que sat in his seat with a confused look in his eyes.

"Is this... an open ending?"

"Out of ignorance, the villagers regarded witches as the source of all evil, so they wanted to put them on trial."

"And the witch pointed out the villagers' ignorance in front of the judge."

“Which is more just, the justice of the majority or the justice of the minority?”

"Can a majority charge convict a person?"

Wang Que's eyes flickered slightly, as if he understood something.

Around him and behind him, the other audience members were making a lot of noise.

"A witch is bad, so she should be tried."

"Asshole, that's Lady Finina, how could she play a villain?"

"You're the bastard. Lady Fernina is the best actress. She can play any role."

"The villagers are the bad ones. They accused the witches of being sinners out of ignorance, so the judge should judge the villagers."

"How can that be possible? We can't put so many villagers on trial just for a witch."

"Why not? Since it's justice, we must carry it out to the end."

"Stupid! If so many villagers say witches are bad, then it can't be groundless."

"The witch said it all. It's the villagers who are ignorant."

"A witch is a sinner, and her words cannot be trusted."

"Hehehe, am I the only one who thinks Lady Funina's witch image is beautiful?"

"Yes, my friend, yes. I think Lady Funina's poignant performance was the best."

"Damn it, don't you two read the story? This kind of controversial story is what Lady Funina wants us to read."

"..."

The sound of quarreling continued to ring in my ears.

Wang Que even saw a few people arguing about going to find duel agents.

Chapter 191 Heading to Fontaine

Opéra Opéra.

In a luxurious room.

"Hahahaha, my performance is indeed the best. The audience must be talking about it non-stop."

Funina had changed back into her own clothes and was half lying on the velvet sofa with a smile on her face. On the coffee table in front of her was a cup of hot black tea and a piece of exquisite cake.

"Yes, Lady Finina, after the curtain fell, everyone in the opera house was very excited and everyone was discussing the meaning behind your performance."

A security guard responded.

"Hehe, I knew it, because I'm the best actor."

Funina smiled proudly, then took a bite of the cake happily.

"However, Lady Finina, we have discovered a special person among today's audience," said the guard.

Finina was stunned. "Special person? What kind of person is that? What's so special about him?"

The guard took out a photo and placed it in front of Funina: "This is the person."

If Wang Que were here, he would find that this is his photo.

Funina tilted her head. "Looks like a Liyue person. What's so special about that? There must be a lot of Liyue people in Fontaine."