$119, The Fourth Retirement World [14]

In the next few days, several people including Yan Ling searched various places in the school several times, but found nothing.

It was as if Park Siyuan had never appeared in this world.

If they had clear memories in their heads, they would probably think that Park Siyuan was just a fictional character in their dreams.

Danger came again, and the relaxed mood of several people became tense again.

They began to seriously explore this world.

As mentioned before, they have been living in the hotel. As for their home in this world, not only did they not go there, they didn't even think about asking.

However, many days have passed since then, and neither the school nor they have received any information about their overnight destination.

It can be seen that the home in this world has no binding force on them, and the same is true for those parents who have never appeared and are only introduced as background.

So, Cui He first made a suggestion.

He decided to leave this school directly.

Park Siyuan's disappearance shows that the school is not a safe place, and danger may be hidden in any corner of the school.

If you leave the school and choose to live in a hotel, although you don't know if there will be any danger in the future, at least you are away from one person.

In the past few days, everyone looked worried, especially Fang Yunxin and Song Weiyu.

Perhaps because both of them are girls, they are more frightened than boys, and their faces are thinner due to hunger.

When Cui He's idea was proposed, the two agreed the fastest.

Five people, the minority obeys the majority, so the matter was decided.

...

The next day, several people got up and ate breakfast and did not go out, staying in their rooms.

The school class time is 8:00 in the morning. Yan Ling looked at the clock beside the bed and there were still three minutes.

Time passed by minute by minute.

Just when the pointer was missing the last small grid to turn to the hour.

Yan Ling suddenly noticed that the pointer stopped!

To be more precise, the time in this world has all stopped.

Not only the clock in this room, but also everything in other rooms that can see the time, all the time displayed on them has stopped at 7:59.

The trees outside the window, the leaves on the treetops that were originally swaying with the breeze, became silent.

Opening the door and going out, the elevator could not start. Several people walked down the stairs. At the door, the hotel owner still kept the action of taking things. The whole person was like a sculpture, cold and hard, and the expression on his face looked funny.

This is a very depressing feeling, as if all the sounds and dynamic images in this world have disappeared all at once.

There is no fireworks around, and it is dead.

No explanation is needed, everyone has guessed the reason.

Everyone looked at each other!

...

With the sound of "dinglingling", the school's one-day course began.

Yan Ling sat on the chair in the classroom. The sound that suddenly sounded in his ears made his ears feel uncomfortable, but he quickly adapted.

His eyes fell on the clock in the classroom.

Sure enough, everything returned to normal.

…

The school teacher walked into the classroom slowly, stood on the podium, and began to talk about the textbook like every day before.

Under the podium, every student had a carefree look on their face. They held textbooks in their hands, opened their mouths wide, and were reciting poems.

At first glance, it was a harmonious scene.

However, in the eyes of everyone, the scenes in front of them were like a black and white TV that had lost all colors.

All the sounds in their ears, like the countdown of death, kept telling them--

As birds in a cage, they had nowhere to escape.

This school is a prison carefully built for them by this world!

No one knows who built this world, and no one knows what its intention is to keep them.

Is it like a cat playing with a mouse, or is it just to keep them.

At this moment, everyone fell into silence.

…

The days passed quickly, and the music conference arrived as scheduled.

…

The music conference was held on Tuesday, and the event will last all day.

On this morning, every student who entered the school had an extremely excited expression on his face.

It seemed that before the competition started, they already knew that they had achieved very good results.

The order of the music conference competition was not arranged according to grade or the order of registration.

It was determined by the order of drawing lots.

Among Yan Ling and Qin Jiao, the performance of Song Weiyu and Fang Yunxin's duet was lucky or unlucky, and it happened to be the first performance after the opening ceremony of the music conference.

…

The few people had no way to leave this school, so naturally, they could only follow the plot in this school and try to find out whether there was a way to leave this school, or this world.

Cui He has always been smart.

So he quickly thought of the special features of this music conference.

Moreover, Cui He and Yan Ling thought of the same place.

That is the so-called ranking - its true meaning to them.

So, this music conference.

The remaining five of them, no matter who they are, no matter what method they use, must try their best to get the top three, or even the first place, in this music conference.

There is absolutely no room for error.

Because everyone else will perform at a later time during the music conference, you only need to arrive backstage ten minutes before the performance to prepare.

So except for Song Weiyu and Fang Yunxin who performed in the first performance, the other three people all sat in the seats in the music conference hall, watching the music conference that was about to come to an end on the stage with everyone.

…

The host on the stage spoke impassionedly, but the students in the audience found it boring, especially Qin Jiao, who didn't have much patience to begin with.

He tilted his head and began to chat with Yan Ling.

"Although I have performed in classes before, to be honest, this is my first time to play an instrument in a performance hall where so many people are sitting."

He seemed to be troubled in hindsight.

"Although it is possible that these people are not real people, looking at this dark area, to be honest, I am really nervous."

Yan Ling glanced at him and comforted him.

"It's okay, just follow what we practiced before."

After all, they want to get the top ranking, so several people have practiced many times, especially Qin Jiao.

Compared to solos, ensembles obviously require more adjustment, but to Yan Ling's expectation, although Qin Jiao's individual performance ability was much worse than his, she was able to keep up with his rhythm naturally.

"But, Yan Ling, you really surprised me."

Qin Jiao seemed to be recalling the previous ensemble.

"I originally thought that I could play the violin quite well. I remember last summer vacation, my music teacher told me that my violin skills have reached the advanced stage of ordinary people."

"Now that I think about it, she must be coaxing me."

Although Qin Jiao said this, he didn't look angry at all. It seemed that he still had a good relationship with the violin teacher.

Qin Jiao seemed to have suddenly thought of something, and there was a burst of excitement on his face.

"By the way, Yan Ling, you must promise me - if we can successfully leave this hellish place this time, you must introduce your piano teacher to me."

"Although I am practicing violin now, I also had a piano dream before."

Qin Jiao grinned with white teeth.

"Unfortunately, my piano teacher at the time said that I didn't have the talent to learn the piano. In the end, I had no choice but to give up and choose to learn the violin."

"But I think that since you can teach a student as powerful as you, Yan Ling, the teacher who teaches you piano must be an even more powerful person."

Qin Jiao's eyes were filled with admiration.

Yan Ling said "Yeah" casually.

Anyway, with Qin Jiao's memory, he forgot about this matter within a day.

As for his teacher, Yan Ling thought about it and suddenly remembered that he didn't seem to learn piano from humans, but from a certain elf living in the human world.

Therefore, the music played by Yan Ling can easily resonate with the listeners.

…

The host on the stage finally said the last sentence.

"...Now, this session of the North-British College Music Conference has officially begun!"

The audience burst into applause!

On the lifting platform, the host has already left.

…

The lights gradually dimmed, and the burgundy curtain slowly rose from the ground.

The white light is like the fragments of starlight quietly searching for in the starry sky, condensing from the large auditorium.

Finally gathered on the stage, dazzling!

…

"Ahhhhhhh!!!"

"Someone killed someone! Someone killed someone!"

"Teacher Li? Where is Teacher Li? Call the police and the hospital!"

…

The whole hall was suddenly filled with piercing screams.

The crowd was confused and noisy.

Yan Ling and the others stood up.

Because of their height, even if they were standing in the back row, they could clearly see what was happening on the stage.

On the performance stage, a person lay quietly in a pool of red blood.

‌Song Weiyu, dressed in a red dress, looks as beautiful as the clouds on the horizon in the evening under the gentle light.

She was lying on the piano.

Like a sleeping princess.

It seemed that she finally woke up due to the ringing in her ears.

Then she was shocked to find that for some reason she was holding a dagger in her hand.

The dagger is beautiful, like a handicraft with gems inlaid on it.

But its whole body was covered in blood.

My body was wet.

Song Weiyu looked down and found that the white dress that she had carefully prepared had become messy and sticky.

Red fishy smell.

It made her whole brain go numb.