Having skillfully operated the radio station, Hermione first connected the radio to some short-wave channels in Paris.

These are some short-wave channels that are often used by the people, such as traditional radio stations or personal radios, which are used on this channel. She wants to use the movements on these channels to determine what the riot she saw is. Is it only the corner she saw in front of her, or the entire city has fallen into it. These are things that require external information to determine, and the movements in these short-wave channels are the best source of reception.

According to Hermione's idea, the best situation at this time is that everything is the same. Whether it is the fancy news stations, the music that sounds harsh, or the conspiracy theories that are nervous, it is completely a subjective conjecture. As long as there are one or two that remain normal, she can feel more at ease. Unfortunately, it is not.

No matter how she adjusts her short wave band, she can only receive a silent feedback. This makes her feel inexplicably worried, that is, she will not be the only one left in this world.

"Damn, how is this possible?" Hermione, who thought she had seen strong winds and waves, quickly dispelled her crazy idea. You know, even in the UK, they and other humans did not break off contact in such a disaster.

The mayor of London was in charge and posted shelter information on the radio. The radio station was either the notice of the location of the shelter or the distress signals from individuals. Although it was a panic-like chaotic scene, no matter what, it was stronger than today's quiet situation. This light was not loud, it would be broken.

After hurriedly holding the tool, he checked the wireless station and confirmed that there was no problem with the radio station, Hermione changed the band again and turned the band to the national channel.

According to her idea, there is such a big deal now. Even if it is to soothe people's hearts, the State Radio should make some remarks in this regard. Regardless of whether the remarks are lying with their eyes open, it is better to have news than to have no news.

But there was still no. Only a silent rustling sound came from the radio, making Hermione's heart fall to the bottom in an instant. She couldn't think of why, so she could only try in vain. And just after she tinkered in such a futile manner for several hours, finally, a vague voice came out of the radio.

The sound was very weak, so weak that it was almost impossible to hear clearly in the harsh sound of electric current. However, Hermione hurriedly put on the headphones like a dew, but carefully began to adjust in the band.

After tying left twice, the sound became louder and it sounded like a female voice. When typing right, the words gradually became clearer and she could hear it singing. When Hermione found the most accurate channel, the singing suddenly became louder. By Hermione's own high artistic cultivation, the sad and touching singing on the radio happened to be a singing segment in the famous musical "The Phantom of the Opera".

“think of me,think of me fondly,when weve said goodbye.remember me,one in a while, please price me youll try”

The man's singing is released from this low female voice, but it is less strange and more sad. Of course, it is very skilled. Even if she has been wandering in the upper class for many years and is used to the so-called musicians, Hermione has to admit that the singing skills of this female voice are really great, even if it is held in Vienna, it is completely enough.

However, no matter how beautiful the singing is, it cannot change the current situation. In the current situation, Hermione cannot even forget the dangers she faces like those in the movies, listening to such beautiful singing. She is not so irresponsible for her life, so at the moment, she is already shouting to the other side of the radio.

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

“when you find that,one again, you long to take your heart bak and be free -if you ever find a ment, spare a thought for me”

The singing did not stop, but continued. But Hermione could clearly hear that there was a slight irresponsible interruption in the middle. This meant that the other party did not hear her speech, but just felt that there was no need to pay attention to it.

This is a bit disrespectful, but Hermione doesn't care much. She just wants to hear people's voices and learn about the specific situation outside. As for asking for help, maybe who asked for whom?

"Repeat, has anyone heard me? I need help. Please answer if you hear me, please answer if you hear me"

The smart Hermione always suddenly interrupts when a woman is about to reach orgasm. It is like a person who just lifts up and is suddenly slapped by another person. It feels like he will not feel good, and naturally, he will inevitably feel angry in his heart.

It's okay to forget it once, but she can barely endure it. But when Hermione does this again and again, it must be that Buddha will have fire.

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

The singing on the radio stopped and turned into a swearing man with a thick voice. And such an unexpected change certainly made Hermione a little stunned.

There is nothing strange about men making 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 sing such a sad and sad female voice like this slutty male voice.

On weekdays, she would make this reversal change into a video and throw it on the Internet, and she would have to make a large number of people call me a few words. But now, at present, Hermione really doesn't have the spirit to praise this man's singing skills. She only wants to know the situation outside, so she immediately started asking while the man was speaking.

"Listen, sir. I don't have time to listen to you singing here, and I think if you know what's going on outside, you shouldn't be able to sing. If you don't know what's going on outside yet, listen to me, open the window, look at the street, and tell me what you've seen."

"What did I see?" The man's voice was full of doubt. Then, he seemed to have discovered something, and shouted at her with obvious excitement. "I saw, I saw. I saw blood and flames, I saw madness and chaos. Life is so fragile that it is simply Mars swaying in the wind. The light disappeared in an instant, and the only thing that left behind was darkness is eternity."

The voices on the radio station became more and more fanatical and excited. Hermione, who was sitting here, looked confused and confused, and she couldn't help but mutter in her heart whether she had met some crazy artists who liked to take drugs.

Many people who play art will choose to take drugs for the sake of so-called inspiration. It has to be said that some such artists are really capable. By seizing such inspiration, they can really produce some amazing works. However, taking drugs is not the right way after all, and the hidden dangers they bring are often to make these so-called artists unhealthy.

If you just have physical marketing and thinness, then it's fine. To praise it, this is called dedication for art, which sounds quite decent. However, if you make your whole spirit confused and distort your three views, then even if your work is amazing, it is probably difficult to say decent.

Of course, if you die and your works are amazing, comparable to Van Gogh and Beethoven's words, then you must say something else. However, with so many artists, how many talented people like Van Gogh and Beethoven can there be?

Although Hermione agreed with the man's previous level, she did not think he could be that high. So naturally, in the face of the man's crazy murmur, she interrupted without hesitation.

"Since you see it, please shut your mouth honestly and don't howl like that. If you don't want to be the Mars in your mouth"

"What's wrong with becoming Mars? Women, you have to know that human life is so small. Instead of burning without any waves and finally annihilated in the ashes, then it's better to be a Mars, even if it's just a moment, but there's the most glorious moment in your life, right?"

"Then go, go and achieve your glory. Encourage others to do such stupid things, but you are waving flags and shouting behind you? What I look down on the most are you bastards who only know how to speak loudly on your lips!"

From her own experience, Hermione obviously values ​​those who do people more, and looks down on those who only know how to talk. As for those who don’t even know their brains and often don’t take human life seriously, she doesn’t even have the desire to look at him intently.

It can be said that if she hadn't really found someone at this time, Hermione really didn't want to say even one more thing to this guy. Even if she said that she had to have something to do with him due to the situation, she felt that it would be better to say less than two words.

This is the reason why she is not polite. Faced with such an impolite tone, the hoarse man opposite him smiled and said strangely.

"No, no, no. You said it, this is a stupid thing. Of course I can't do it. After all, compared to doing such stupid things, I still prefer to see you humans. The spark that struggles in despair is that I don't know if your spark will be more dazzling than others?"

As soon as the words "hell" were said, Hermione immediately felt something was wrong. She almost instinctively put aside her headphones and immediately distanced the distance from the radio station. But at this time, the vision had already followed the man's words.

The radio station had no need to operate, but it had already started to operate spontaneously. The song of the Phantom of the Opera came again, and this time the sound was so loud that it almost echoed throughout the safe house.

This time, the song was not filled with the song, but the sad female voices. There were also some harsh male voices in the middle, making the whole song become weird. Listening to such a weird song, Hermione fled towards the escape passage without saying a word.

She knew that she had met a ghost again this time, just like the last time she was in the UK. If the last time she didn't meet a monster full of flames halfway through, then maybe she would be buried in the mouth of the terrible monster. And now it is obviously not as good as the last opportunity, because no one can jump out to help her now.

She had to save herself, and for this, she would be willing to escape from this safe house that she regarded as a living base.

On the issue of life and death, Hermione can be said to have thought it very clearly and done it very clearly. Unfortunately, some things are not something she can decide. Just like now, when this devil who was secretly spying on her discovers her existence and regards her as her own hunting target, no matter how much she wants to escape, it will be useless.

The dark phantom flew out of the dark corner in the singing. In just a moment, it pounced on Hermione and pressed her entire body against the wall.

Hermione was already struggling desperately. But obviously, with her ordinary human female physical fitness, it was obviously not so easy to struggle from the hands of a devil. So she could only watch the dark phantom singing the opera, and stretching her head towards her little by little.

The song has come to an end, and the strange song has come to an end. Hermione's fear has reached its peak at this time. She can hardly control her body trembling, and she can't help but beg with tears.

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

"No, you won't die. You just survived in my belly in another way."

The Phantom smiled lowly, revealing his true face. If the broken masks were put together, a big gap suddenly appeared on her face, and her tongue, which was flying like a poisonous snake, licked Hermione's pear blossom face and slowly entangled her neck.

With a click, the neck was twisted into two pieces. Blood gushed out, and then there was a huge swallowing sound, as if the sewer was swallowing something foreign object.

After a while, the ghost raised his head with satisfaction and wiped away the blood stains on his face. At this time, when she looked at Hermione, she was already a dead person whose abdominal cavity was being scattered cleanly.

The human internal organs are the most delicious food for him, the devil born in crazy music. Even if he just enjoyed a full meal, he still inevitably feels unsatisfied. After all, the ingredients are quite fresh and quite top-notch. It is not surprising that he feels unsatisfied.

"That's great, a young and rich girl. If you can find one of the same ones, it would be wonderful."

The Phantom Devil whispered in a low voice, mostly in his words, the meaning of reluctance, emotion and imagination. Now he is immersed in his own world. What he did not discover was that behind him, some strange things were also happening to the girl who had been cleaned by him.
Chapter completed!