0024 Chapter 1: Confessions of the Dead (Section 18)
The pain disappeared, and the noisy rain outside the window disappeared without a trace. On her arms were two familiar kimono sleeves; under her palm were black and white piano keys.
Due to his background, Zhen Cheng can naturally play the piano, but his level is very average. But even if he is not aware of the spirituality in "his" performance, he can still fully feel the smooth skills that are exaggerated for his age.
.
Bang, bang, bang. Three isolated high-fives. Rather than applauding for an excellent performance, it was more like interrupting impatiently.
"It's time for His Excellency the Baron to lecture. Miss, our class is over today."
Zhen Cheng turned her head and saw an old woman with white hair standing next to the piano, looking at him with a complicated expression. Her delicate features were obscured by the wrinkles left by the years, but she could still tell that she was young.
She is definitely a stunning beauty.
"Yes, teacher," Zhen Cheng stood up from the piano bench and heard a voice coming from his own mouth: "You know he hasn't talked to me for a long time. He just asked me to listen to the tape he recorded during lecture time every day.
.I feel that my adoptive father is a bit scary recently..."
"It's Father," the old woman interrupted Zhen Cheng sternly, and then sighed: "I haven't told you before, and it seems like I should tell you today. Do you know? When the teacher was young
, I have always dreamed of becoming a pianist.
I worked hard all my life, but in the end I found that I didn't have that talent, but found my talent in other... fields that I was not originally interested in, but were very mysterious.
Then, perhaps because of this, Lord Baron found me and asked me to be your teacher. I was very happy when I first came into contact with your talent, and I dreamed that you could realize my dream for me.
Then, your father told me something about you, which made me feel desperate. Frankly speaking, at this moment, I am jealous of your talent."
"I always think the teacher's performance is the best." Zhen Cheng felt a gentle smile in her voice. She turned and walked up the stairs, and in the last glimmer of sight before her vision shifted uncontrollably, she noticed the old teacher.
The woman has an extremely complex and distorted expression on her face.
Jealousy, struggle, determination. Zhen Cheng didn't know what the kimono girl was thinking back then, but she clearly felt something strange about this woman.
Generally speaking, is it possible for an old woman who looks so serious and old-fashioned to express her true feelings so frankly to her young students?
Is it possible for a gifted student to turn into jealousy after spiritual sustenance? This obviously lacks reasonable logic. And if she is really jealous of the student's talent, is it possible for her to say it directly like this?
Behind her, the white-haired woman began to play the piece that Zhen Cheng had just played. Even with a layman's ear, Zhen Cheng could tell that the performance was obviously not as good as the body she possessed.
She climbed up to the second floor and saw a figure hugging her shoulders and shrinking out of the baron's master bedroom on the right. The woman was disheveled, with bruises on her face, and her round, big, owl-like eyes made her
She has a deep memory.
The person who came out was the maid who later covered "herself" with a rag.
"Are you okay?" Zhen Cheng heard herself ask with concern.
The maid seemed stunned as if she had been stimulated. Two seconds later, when her eyes focused on Zhen Cheng's face, she suddenly widened her eyes and let out a hysterical scream, like the last roar of her life, turned around and rushed towards
Stairs on the side of the mansion.
This reaction... is even weirder? Zhen Cheng reluctantly wanted to rub his forehead, but failed to move his "own" hands.
When I was "killed" before, I felt that there was something strange about the maid. However, the subsequent unfolding of the situation proved that it was an abnormality caused by excessive mental stress before preparing to kill. At least the truth is clear.
But what does it mean to see yourself now as if you are seeing a ghost?
Could it be...Suddenly, Zhen Cheng connected a series of vaguely strange clues in his mind and came to a horrifying conclusion.
Could it be that this retrospective illusion did not jump to an earlier time than the previous experience, but... after the kimono girl was killed by the maid?
In this way, it seems that these retrospective episodes that I have experienced have not had the opportunity to see the face of "myself" clearly.
The VR movie-like historical recollection did not get stuck due to Zhen Cheng's thinking. The kimono girl she "possessed" just stretched out her hand to the maid worriedly, and then quickly lowered it. She seemed a little lonely, but she was not.
Chase him.
She didn't even approach the gorgeous master bedroom door that was ajar, which made Zhen Cheng extremely curious at the moment. Instead, she turned directly into the previous nursery following the increasingly gloomy sound of the piano downstairs.
Zhen Cheng's body walked towards a locker in the corner, but his consciousness was deliberately comparing the surrounding environment with what he saw in reality.
There is no doubt that the organizer's decoration of the room has reached an artistic level of meticulousness. Every furnishing and every photo on the wall has been restored to perfection that will make even a paranoid person feel defeated.
The recent photo of the baron hiding in the secret room still has a three-dimensional and slightly exaggerated big nose, but the lines between his eyebrows and eyes...
Zhen Cheng secretly hesitated in her heart. She always felt that this photo seemed different from what she had seen in reality. Unfortunately, she was not the kind of detective with the ability to capture details and have a photographic memory, so she could not recall what she had seen in reality.
There are so many details in the picture I passed.
She only felt that the Baron's face in this photo seemed to look a little more like Mr. Epilens than the one in reality.
She wanted to study it more carefully, but unfortunately the photo quickly disappeared from her sight. Zhen Cheng opened the locker in the corner, rummaged through a pile of strangely detailed dolls, and finally took out something from it.
A tape.
At this moment, the sound of the piano downstairs suddenly changed. The gorgeous romantic virtuosity stopped abruptly, and was replaced by simple and exquisite Baroque counterpoint. The left hand chased the melody of the right hand, not missing a note, but it was able to do it.
The harmony and rigor of every section.
As soon as the musical notes entered his ears, before a musical phrase ended, Zhen Cheng felt his head buzzing and his whole body fell softly against the open drawer.
Before the colorful corridor in front of her became clear, she once again felt the extremely terrifying experience that she could only experience once in her life under normal circumstances.
That was the experience of being covered with a maid's wet rag and struggling to the last moment; that was the experience of the moment when the bullet shattered the skull and the brain was turned into paste; that was the experience of the sharp key piercing the eyeball