Chapter 1875 The Phantom of the Opera

? Skillfully operating the radio station, Hermione first connected the radio to some local shortwave channels in Paris.

These are some short-wave channels that are often used by the people, such as traditional radio stations or personal broadcasts, will be used on this channel. She wanted to determine the scale of the riot she had seen through the movements on these channels. Is it just the corner she sees in front of her eyes, or the whole city has fallen into it. These are things that need external information to determine, and the movement on these short-wave channels is the best source of reception.

According to Hermione's idea. The best situation at this time is that everything remains the same. Whether it's those gaudy news stations, or those music that sounds harsh to her, or those neurotic conspiracy theories that are completely subjective. As long as there are one or two that remain normal, she can feel at ease. Unfortunately, no.

No matter how much she adjusted her shortwave band, she could only receive a burst of silent feedback. This made her inexplicably worried that she would not be the only one left in this world.

"Damn, how is this possible." Hermione, who thought she had seen big wind and waves, quickly dispelled her crazy idea. You know, even in Britain back then, in such a disaster, these humans did not lose contact.

The mayor of the city of London personally sat down and announced the evacuation message on the radio. On the radio, there were either announcements about the location of various shelters, or those distress signals from individuals. Although it is certainly a scene of panic and chaos, it is better than today's peaceful situation. The light is silent, so it must be broken.

Hastily checked the wireless station with a tool, and after confirming that there was no problem with the station, Hermione switched the band again, flipping the band to the national channel.

According to her thinking, there is already such a big commotion at the moment, even if it is just to appease people's hearts, the national radio station should make some remarks in this regard. Regardless of whether the remarks are open-eyed or nonsense, news is always better than no news.

But, still not. Only the silent rustling sound came from the radio, making Hermione's heart feel like it fell to the bottom of the valley in an instant. She couldn't figure out why, so she could only try again and again in vain. And just after she had been working in vain for several hours, finally, a vague human voice came out from the radio.

The sound was very weak, so weak that it was almost inaudible mixed with the piercing electrical sound. But Hermione put on the earphones as quickly as honeydew, but cautiously began to adjust the frequency band.

Press the left button twice, the voice becomes louder, and it sounds like a female voice. Dial to the right, the words become clearer,

I could hear her singing. When Hermione found the most accurate channel, the singing suddenly became loud and clear, and judging by Hermione's extremely high artistic accomplishment, the sad and soul-stirring singing on the radio happened to be the famous musical " The aria from The Phantom of the Opera.

"Think of me, think of me fondly, hen e've said ber me, once in a hile, please promise me you'll try..."

The aria that was supposed to be a man came out from this deep female voice, but it was a little less bizarre and a little more sad. Of course, the skills are not cheap. Even Hermione, who has been in the upper class all year round and is used to those so-called musicians, has to admit that this female voice is really good at singing, even if it is held in Vienna for a special concert, it is completely enough.

However, no matter how beautiful the singing is, it can't change the current situation. And in the current situation, it was impossible for Hermione to forget the danger she was facing when she heard such a beautiful singing voice like those people in the movie. She wasn't so irresponsible for her own life, so at the moment, she was already yelling to the other side of the radio.

"Is anyone there? Can you hear me? I need help here!"

"hen you find that, once again, you long to take your heart back and be free -if you ever find a moment, spare a thought for me..."

The singing does not stop, but continues down. But Hermione could clearly hear that there was such an imperceptible break in between. This meant that it wasn't that the other party couldn't hear her, but that they didn't feel the need to pay attention to it.

It was a bit embarrassing, but Hermione didn't care much. She just wanted to hear people's voices and learn about the specific situation outside. As for asking for help, maybe who will ask whom?

"Repeat, can anyone hear me? I need help. Answer if you hear, answer if you hear..."

The clever Hermione always interrupted suddenly when the woman's singing was about to reach its climax, it was like one person raised it in one breath and was suddenly slapped down by another person. The feeling will definitely not be good, and naturally, there will inevitably be anger in my heart.

It's fine once, but I can barely bear it. But if Hermione came here again and again, then the Buddha must be angry.

"Enough, shut up and listen to me sing. Is this so hard for you?"

The singing on the radio station stopped and turned into a man with a rough voice yelling. And such an unexpected change, of course, made Hermione a little dumbfounded.

There is nothing strange about male voices and female voices. Not to mention those talented people, even those good singers can imitate one or two. However, it is really not something that ordinary people can do if they want to sing such a sad and charming female voice like this rough male voice.

Putting this kind of reversal change into a video and throwing it on the Internet on weekdays, it might make a large group of people call them gods. But now, at the moment, Hermione really doesn't have the spirit to praise this man's singing skills. She only wanted to know the situation of the outside world, so while the man was speaking, she immediately asked.

"Listen, sir. I don't have time to hear you singing, and I think if you know what's going on outside, you shouldn't have the energy to sing. If you don't know what's going on outside , then listen to me, open the window, look out into the street, and tell me what you see..."

"What did I see?" The man's voice was full of doubts, and then, as if he had discovered something, he yelled at her with obvious excitement. "I saw it, I saw it. I saw blood and fire, I saw madness and chaos. Life is so fragile, it's like sparks swaying in the wind. Light dies in an instant, leaving only darkness forever ..."

The voice on the radio station became more and more fanatical and excited. Hermione, who was sitting here, looked dazed and confused, and even couldn't help but wonder if she had met some crazy artists who liked to take drugs.

Those who play art, many people will choose to take drugs for the so-called inspiration. What I have to say is that some of these artists are really capable, relying on such inspiration, they can really make some amazing works. However, taking drugs is not the right way after all, and the hidden dangers it brings are often to make these so-called artists look ugly.

If it’s just a matter of physical thinness, that’s fine. To put it bluntly, this is called dedicating oneself to art, which sounds pretty decent. However, if the whole person's spirit is muddied, and even the three views are distorted, then no matter how amazing your work is, it may be difficult to say a word of dignity.

Of course, if you die and your works are really amazing, comparable to Van Gogh and Beethoven, then there must be another story. However, there are so many artists, how many talents like Van Gogh and Beethoven can there be?

Although Hermione agreed with this man's previous level, she didn't think he could reach that level. So naturally, facing the man's crazy raving, she directly interrupted without politeness.

"Since you have seen it, please shut up and stop crying. If you don't want to be the spark in your mouth..."

"What's wrong with being a spark? Woman, you have to know how insignificant human life is. Rather than burning without any waves and finally annihilated in ashes, then it's better to be a spark, even if it's just for a moment, but with you The brightest moment of life, isn't it?"

"Then you go, go and achieve your brilliance. Instigate others to do such stupid things, but you are shouting behind the flag? What I despise most are you bastards who only know how to talk big!"

From her own experience, Hermione obviously valued those doers more than those who only knew how to play tricks. As for a guy like this who doesn't even have a clear mind and who doesn't take human life seriously, she doesn't even have the desire to look at him.

It can be said that if it wasn't for the fact that no one else could be found at this time, Hermione really didn't want to have a word with this guy. And even if she had to interact with him due to the situation, she also felt that it would be better if she could say a few words less.

This is the reason for her rudeness. But in the face of such an impolite tone, the hoarse man on the opposite side smiled, and then said a little weirdly.

"No, no, no. You also said that this is a stupid thing. Of course I can't do it. After all, compared to doing this kind of stupid thing, I still prefer to see the spark that you humans struggle out of despair I just don't know, will your sparks be more dazzling than others?"

"Damn..." As soon as the words came out, Hermione immediately felt something was wrong. She almost instinctively threw away the earphones she was wearing, and immediately distanced herself from the radio station. But at this time, the vision followed the man's words.

The station does not need to be operated, it has already started to operate spontaneously. The Phantom of the Opera sang again, this time so loud that it almost echoed throughout the safe house.

This time, it was only the sad female voices that were missing from the singing. There are also some harsh male voices in the middle, which makes the whole song weird. And listening to such a weird song, Hermione fled in the direction of the escape route without saying a word.

She knew that she encountered a ghost again this time, just like the last time in England. If it hadn't been for the last time that she encountered a strange man surrounded by flames, then maybe she would be buried in the mouth of that terrible monster. And right now, it is obviously not as good as the last chance, because no one can jump out to help her now.

She has to save herself, and for this, even if it means escaping from this safe house that she regards as a stronghold for survival, she will not hesitate.

On the issue of life and death, Hermione can be said to think very clearly, and she also does it quite clearly. It's a pity that some things are not up to her to decide. Just like right now, when this spying devil discovered her existence and took her as his hunting target, no matter how much she tried to escape, it would be useless.

The dark phantom flew out from the dark corner amidst the singing. In just a split second, it pounced on Hermione, pushing her whole body against the wall.

Hermione was already struggling desperately. But obviously, with her physical fitness of an ordinary human woman, it is obviously not that easy to struggle out of a devil's hands. So she could only watch helplessly as the dark phantom sang the opera in a low voice, and poked her head towards her bit by bit.

The song has come to the end, and the weird singing voice has also come to an end. The fear in Hermione's heart had reached its peak uncontrollably at this time, she could hardly control her body trembling, and she couldn't help pleading with tears streaming down her face.

"Let me go, please, let me go. I don't want to die, I don't want to die..."

"No, you're not going to die. You're just living in a different way, in my stomach..."

Phantom smiled lowly, revealing her true face. If there was a big gap on the face that was put together by the broken mask, the tongue that flew like a poisonous snake slowly entangled around Hermione's neck while licking Hermione's face with rain.

With a click, the neck was directly twisted into two sections. Blood spurted out, followed by a huge swallowing sound, as if the sewer was swallowing something foreign.

After a while, Ghost raised her head in satisfaction and wiped off the blood on her face. And looking at Hermione at this time, she was already a dead person with her abdominal cavity ripped out.

Human internal organs are the most delicious food for a devil born in crazy music like him. Even if he had just enjoyed a full meal, he still had a feeling that he still couldn't get enough of it. After all, the ingredients are quite fresh, and they are quite top-notch. It's not surprising that he has this unfinished feeling.

"Exactly, young rich girl. It would be wonderful if I could find one just like her..."

The phantom devil began to whisper in a low voice, most of the words were nostalgia, emotion and imagination. Now he is immersed in his own world. But what he didn't realize was that behind him, the girl who had been cleaned up by him was also experiencing some strange things.

The flesh and blood squirmed, and her body trembled slightly, as if...she was still alive.

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