Arknights: Studying medicine can't save Terra

Qi Yan rolled over on the floor, dodging the man's punch, then got up and laughed:

"Dad, look outside, it's not dark yet."

As she spoke, Qi Yan walked towards the clean and clear window in the living room.

Windows are meant to be seen by outsiders, so women would meticulously wipe them clean every day, leaving no trace of dust.

Qi Yan stood by the window, looking down at the earth below.

Several figures were angrily roaring something downstairs.

A man with his fist raised charged up from behind.

But the woman suddenly grabbed his leg and pleaded:

"Don't hit the child! He has school tomorrow, and people will laugh at him if they see he has injuries!"

The man kicked the woman away and roared as he charged toward Qi Yan.

Amidst the men's angry roars, the women's pleas, and the howls from the figures downstairs, Qi Yan turned around and opened his arms.

"Dad, it's getting dark."

A fist landed on his face, and Qi Yan hugged the man's body, which reeked of alcohol.

He leaned back, smashing through the perpetually clean window, and clung tightly to the man.

The wind whistled in my ears; the world was so noisy.

The setting sun wasn't dazzling, but Qi Yan's vision was somewhat blurred.

The heavy toll announced that the death knell had been tolled.

The mournful cries signify a new beginning.

Qi Yan opened his eyes in the glow of the setting sun, his golden eyes reflecting the red sunset.

A putrid stench filled his nostrils.

But the next second, a petite, somewhat cold body threw itself into his arms and hugged him tightly.

"Brother...brother...brother!"

"Ah, the feeling of being hugged is that the hug is a bit too tight, like I'm being strangled."

The melodious violin tune came to an end.

Qi Yan slowly opened her eyes, a happy smile on her face.

Arturo put down his bow.

“Your thoughts are completely undisguised; you are the freest person I have ever met. So why can’t I express your thoughts through music?” Arturo asked.

"Perhaps you've already come to terms with it?" Qi Yan shrugged. "Everything I say and do is what I think and what I desire, so I don't hate."

Arturo frowned slightly.

"I can't understand. Your mind is very active. You are not calm or at peace. You must have some suppressed desires."

Qi Yan thought for a moment, then said seriously:

"Of course I have my own pursuits, but I have never suppressed them; it's just that I can't do it."

I admit your Originium Arts are impressive, but if, I mean if.

"How wonderful it would be if I could choose again, like in the illusion you gave me, never to have any contact with you again, and simply stop thinking after I fall."

Arturo was somewhat puzzled, and she asked:

"I can't see what you're experiencing in your own world. Could you describe it to me?"

“Repeating it is no problem, but given your emotionless state, it will be difficult for you to understand.”

Qi Yan cleared his throat: "But I think we can make friends through music, and I can also express my feelings through music."

"I am looking forward."

Arturo put down his violin, preparing to face Qi Yan's 'Originium Arts'.

Qi Yan took a deep breath and began to sing with all her might:

"Sleep, sleep, please stop wandering."

"Sleep, sleep, forget all your sorrows."

"Don't cry, don't be afraid, let me take you home. When the song starts, sleep, sleep, sleep."

"Let go of all grudges and resentments, and you will forget the pain and the unease."

"Let black and white, right and wrong, drift away with the wind, and go to meet your inevitability, let all the past sink into the sea of ​​reincarnation."

"You will forget the hurt, you will forget the gloom."

"After listening to this song, quietly leave, go to sleep, and never wake up again."

Qi Yan left the private room of the coffee shop alone.

He called Murphy and they continued being happy street urchins.

Begler watched them disappear into the distance, frowned, and, mentally prepared to witness a room full of dismembered limbs, opened the door to the private room.

Then, he stood there, stunned.

The room did not contain the hellish scene he had imagined.

The once elegant Sakota woman had now abandoned her beloved violin, curled up in a corner of the room, her body trembling.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'll never do it again, I shouldn't have done it."

"No, I can't break free from these constraints, I can't be free, I can't..."

"Please, close the door, don't open it, please..."

Chapter 277 It's so classy not having the lights on.

The two moons hung silently in the night sky, gazing at each other and casting a false glow upon the earth.

Qi Yan, wearing a soft bathrobe, walked out of Murphy's luxurious bathroom and threw himself onto the soft bed with a satisfied look on his face.

His body sank directly into the bed.

"Ah, Spalashi!"

Qi Yan sighed deeply: "Rhodes Island, even the dogs won't come back!"

Completely ignoring the fact that her hair wasn't dry, Qi Yan fell asleep in the embrace of the soft bed beneath her.

He slept soundly, but someone else was carrying a heavy burden in the dead of night.

Begler, wearing a cloak that covered his face, left his beloved café and followed the winding alleyways until he arrived at the door of an inconspicuous little house.

After tapping a specific melody on the door a few times, the door opened, and Begler walked in without saying a word.

In the dimly lit little room, there was only this one table.

An oil lamp sat on the table, its dim flame flickering and casting the shadows of several cloaked figures on the wall.

"I say, why are our secret agents from the Queen's Voice always so stingy? Can't we turn on the lights during meetings?"

Begler sat down in his assigned spot and began his usual complaints.

"This kind of thing is unimportant."

The cloaked figure sitting opposite Begler spoke up: "Tell me about what happened to you today."

Begler chuckled lightly, unconcerned, and said, "What's there to say? With your methods, you've certainly already investigated and found out."

The woman named Arturo somehow offended Qi Yan, and was subsequently driven to withdrawal by him, remaining secluded in her room talking to herself and completely unable to communicate.

The cloaked figures remained silent for a long while, before their gazes finally locked onto another cloaked figure at the table:

"Qi Yan, why did you attack that woman named Arturo?"

The cloaked man shrugged and said dismissively:

"You ask me? Who am I supposed to ask? He suddenly got the idea and said he wanted to be a geomancer. Then he said that the woman was his destined one and took the initiative to talk to her."

The conversation seemed to have died out immediately.

The room fell silent again.

After a moment, the cloaked figure who had asked the first question spoke again:

"Since that woman has been chosen by Qi Yan, we don't need to think too much about it. We'll send her to Murphy Manor later and let Qi Yan do whatever he wants with her."

As for the people involved behind that woman, that's not something we can concern ourselves with; let Qi Yan handle it himself.

However, I believe we must stop Qi Yan's attempt to taint worldly discourse.

Begler was the first to voice his support: "That's right, that thing is a forbidden artifact left behind by the Witch King. Once Qi Yan gets his hands on it, no one knows what he'll do with it."

A soft laugh interrupted their conversation.

Everyone turned to look and found that it was the cloaked figure who had been lying around doing nothing.

The cloaked figure, looking rather disheveled, waved to them and said:

"You're making trouble for yourselves. Who is Qi Yan?"

Even if the Witch King were alive, Qi Yan would have the right to challenge him face-to-face. Do you think such a powerful figure would care about a mere fragment of a melody left behind by the Witch King?

“But worldly sounds are a taboo left behind by the Witch King,” the cloaked figure who spoke first roared. “Qi Yan is provoking Her Majesty the Queen’s majesty!”

Has Her Majesty the Queen made any statement so far?

The cloaked figure, who was feigning defeat, did not back down and directly retorted.

The cloaked figure who spoke first was momentarily speechless, unable to utter a word for a long time.

The disheveled cloaked figure leaned back in his chair, shrugging and saying:

"If you ask me, you're all just meddling in other people's business. Qi Yan didn't come here to provoke Her Majesty the Empress at all; he just wanted to find something."

We should try our best to befriend a strong person like him, rather than creating an unworthy enemy for Letania just for the sake of saving face.

Besides, the Voice of the Mortal World, Count Utica, and that kid named White Chalk are all troublemakers who have given us a lot of headaches. Those remnants of the Witch King's faction are still up in their ways and have been eyeing these things for a long time.

Even though we all know that these things have no right to threaten Her Majesty the Queen, we still have to work ourselves to the bone to stop them.

Now that Qi Yan has taken a liking to them all and bought them all up, that's a good thing!

His words immediately stirred the interest of the other cloaked figures.

Begler was once again the first to express his support: "That's right, those things are a menace. It's a good thing that someone is willing to help us deal with them. It would be best if they could also lure away those remnants of the Witch King's faction so they can stop causing trouble in Letania."

The other cloaked figures stared at Begler, their eyes making no attempt to hide their intention to shut him up.

Begler touched his nose and stopped jumping around.

The cloaked figure who spoke first pondered for a moment, then nodded in agreement:

"That's indeed the case right now. Before Qi Yan shows any hostility, we should try to befriend such a powerful person and give him some gifts is acceptable."

He abruptly changed the subject, his tone suddenly becoming solemn: "Our Earl Strolo, Lady Gertrude's behavior has had a very bad influence. I think we should change the lord of Viseheim."

"That's right... cough cough, you guys chat."

Just as Begler was about to offer his support, he was intimidated by the looks from the others.

The cloaked figure, now in a state of disarray, pondered for a moment and suggested:

"There's no rush with Gertrude. Qi Yan's attitude towards her is a bit ambiguous. I'll make a decision after I figure out what Qi Yan means."

In addition, everyone should pay attention to their own safety during this period. Although the Voice of the Mortal World is nothing to a strong person like Qi Yan, it still poses a certain threat to us.

While Qi Yan is tinkering with the sounds of the mortal world, who knows what kind of harm might erupt? We'll do our best to contain the impact within the Sunset Zone. Of course, if necessary, abandoning Viseheim is also acceptable; consider it a gift to Qi Yan's laboratory.

Begler suddenly slammed his hand on the table, his face darker than ever before:

"Murphy, what nonsense are you talking about!"

There are so many people in Xizhao District, and you're going to give up just because of one sentence from you?!

A moment of silence fell over the room.

Murphy removed his cloak, his face appearing uncertain in the candlelight: