Chapter 503 Shanda
“This is the secret history of where we are.”
At this time, Gilan heard the voice of the “director”.
He turned around and saw to his surprise that the scene around him had changed at some point.
It is no longer the endless flower garden of Mahabob, the land of gods.
It is a spacious and luxurious theater.
The surroundings are very dark, and the thousands of leather seats are empty. Only the "director" wearing a white astronaut uniform and a round helmet sits in the middle of the front row.
It was as if the entire theater was open just for Him.
"I went back in time and promoted Alice's death, thus creating all the development of future generations."
The "director" said to himself.
The calm sound of the urn came from under the helmet and echoed in the theater.
"My dear friend, this is the only solution you gave. Only in this way can we get rid of the fate of the two of us fighting endlessly."
"Unfortunately, I failed."
“After all, I was targeted by the laws of the world. After returning to the normal timeline, I was instantly targeted by the three major art ministers. I can’t wait for the day you travel through time...”
"?!"
Gilan stood there, looking at the "director" sitting in the audience in front of him, confused.
Dang!
Boom, boom, boom! !
At this time.
The silent theater suddenly heard a dull sound.
Ji Lan suddenly turned his head and looked.
On the huge stage, twelve red lights suddenly lit up, illuminating the stage in scarlet.
The huge red curtain slowly opened to both sides.
A spotlight shone in the center.
A man appeared.
This man was wearing a black dress, a small hat, and long black hair reaching his waist.
His face is hidden in the darkness and cannot be seen clearly.
The left hand is holding a piece of parchment with hymns written on it, and the right hand is holding a slender baton.
On its hat, there is also a white dove standing.
“October Sichen’s ‘white dove poet’ Du Wei.”
The voice of "director" gently reached Gillan's ears.
“Huh?” Jilan was surprised.
The poet on the stage took a step forward and stood on the cylindrical steps.
He raised his hand.
The baton is raised, raised.
Bang! !
Another light shines on.
I saw a lady wearing a green evening gown with her hair tied up, sitting upright on a high-backed chair with a cello standing between her legs.
Her right hand holds the bow, her left hand holds the neck, and her slender fingers rest on the finger levers.
“June Sichen ‘Mrs. Ya’ Cynthia.”
The "director" revealed the identity of this woman again.
Jilan was frightened again, two Si Chens? !
Buzzing——
The cello was pulled, emitting a sad whimper, and an extremely depressing atmosphere flowed in the theater.
The poet waved the baton again.
Bang! !
A beam of light fell again.
I saw two figures, a man and a woman, appearing on the other side of "Mrs. Ya". Each of them was holding a violin and playing slowly.
The hoarse and melodious tunes blend into the sobs of the cello, intertwined together, as if the jury is echoing the judge's harsh trial.
Ding ding dong dong…
Further ahead, a middle-aged man in a tuxedo, with his back to the audience, was sitting in front of a piano, dancing with his fingers and pressing the keys, emitting tinkling music like spring water.
A tall and thin lady wearing a bright red evening dress stood behind the poet and sang melodiously in a high pitched voice.
"April Apostle's Girl of the World' Avril, 'Jazz Triangle' Pablo, 'Mr. Jean' Gago, 'Nightingale' Bell..."
"Director" The voice came again.
Jilan couldn't help but take a deep breath, there were four apostles again!
The poet's emotions became more and more intense, and he raised his left hand behind his back, holding the baton high in his arm.
Dang! !
The lights fell again.
Illuminates a new stage area.
Three men appeared in the light. One of their faces was covered by an origami bird, one wore a skeleton mask, and the other had a black cloth covering his face.
The three of them sang together, with the bass being responsible for the chorus, echoing the singing of the red-dressed "Nightingale".
"October Apostle 'Paper Bird' Ander, 'Dai Shen Song' Yahirs, 'Spirit King' Lorethio..."
The voice of "Director" remains the same dull.
The poet shook his head and was very intoxicated.
The right hand turned in a circle and pointed again.
Bang! !
The lights fell again.
This time, a man and woman dancing appeared. Women wear black skirts and veils, men wear white clothes and hats.
The two danced beautifully and mesmerizingly.
On the side of the piano stand, there was also a middle-aged man holding a brass pipe, blowing a high-pitched whistle.
"June Apostle 'Black Swan' Siegel, 'White Hat' Panteresi, 'Stonemason' Anthony..."
"Director" said again.
Gilan's whole body was numb.
He looked at the stage in a daze.
Two Si Chens, ten apostles!
They play together to create this grand performance. And the audience——
is only the "director"!
And it’s not over yet!
The poet suddenly touched his chest and bent down, pointing his baton downward, straight to the ground.
All the music disappeared.
The spotlight converges toward the center.
Illuminating a lady in a black dress.
The lady held white flowers in her hands, and her face was covered by a black veil, leaving only her red lips exposed.
"April Sichen's 'Miss Elegy'."
The "Director" sighed.
Jilan's pupils shrank sharply, all the three artistic staffs were present, and his apostles were also not absent!
At this time, I only heard "Miss Elegy" say: "Mr. Clark, it is an honor to perform for you."
"The string is the knife, the drum is the hammer, the conductor Wherever you go, you will be killed!”
“With my voice, please go to your grave!”
After saying that, she opened her red lips slightly and let out the most beautiful singing voice in the world.
As soon as the beautiful melody sounded, the music on the stage appeared.
The baton in the poet's hand draws a beautiful arc.
A grand performance has begun!
The "Director" sat at the front of the empty auditorium, his face blocked by a shiny black helmet.
Gillan, however, felt strong emotions.
"The greatest work in the world is a hymn to human art."
The "director" spoke in a hoarse voice, as if he was suffering from great pain.
“Whether art can be great depends on the precipitation and test of time, and people’s familiarity and appreciation. Only art that transcends time is the real art.”
“Time is The toughest referee.”
"After I die, I believe time will tell you the answer, what is real art..."
Boom! ! !
On the stage, the lady sang loudly.
Jilan felt that his vision was distorted.
The fear in my heart reached its peak.
At this moment, he seemed to feel the same as the "director" and was besieged by the joint forces of the three artistic directors.
A sense of déjà vu arises spontaneously.
Ding! ! !
Scarlet hints of light shine.
Jilan received the strongest early warning since time travel.
He had a premonition that the next second would happen.
It’s the next second.
He will die without a burial place!
‘Beautiful! quit! ! ’
Gilan shouted in his heart.
Buzz——
My eyes suddenly went dark.
All sounds disappeared and fell into dead silence.
…
…
When Gillan regained consciousness.
He was collapsed on the ground, sweating profusely and his brain was tingling.
"Humph..."
Gilan groaned in pain and got up from the ground with difficulty.
Look at the curtain on the wall again.
The movie seems to have ended.
This time, there is no list of behind-the-scenes personnel on the black screen, only a white message from "Director":
"My dear friend, when you see this real film, I must have fallen. From now on. In this secret history, you are the only one left..."
"Please be wary of art, and do not attract their attention before you are absolutely sure. You, like me, are time travellers, and you will inevitably suffer. To their purge."
"If you have the opportunity, follow the method I told you, travel to other secret histories, take a walk, and take a look, you will definitely gain a lot."
"If you can, please apologize to the other you in 'Secret History A' for me. I failed to fulfill my promise."
"Although I have never met you, I think we will become A very good friend..."
"My story has come to an end."
"The next is your wonderful chapter."
"I will be with Alice. Miss, embrace each other at the end of death and appreciate your art together, my best friend.”
Click.
The projector stopped.
The picture on the curtain disappears.
Jilan sat down on the ground, with cold sweat on his forehead, breathing heavily, and fell into a long silence.
A long while.
"It turns out that Mr. Clark, the 'director', has long since passed away..."
He murmured in a low voice.
Only now does Gillan understand why the "director's" last film was called "Curtain Call".
Because this is His record of His own death.
In the message, the "director" mentioned that he had a method of conveying the "Secret History Journey", but Gillan didn't know about it.
"So, is that method included in the content of "Curtain Call #1"?"
Gilan sighed.
His mood was inexplicably dull.
Perhaps it is the death of the "director", perhaps it is the exhaustion after knowing all the truths, or it may be the horrific performance jointly performed by the "Art Sansi Chen".
In short, Ji Lan is extremely melancholy.
'Fortunately, I did learn from this movie how to break through the restrictions of the world's laws...'
Gilan took a deep breath.
He rubbed his bulging temples and got up from the ground.
Then, he took "Curtain Call # Part II" off the projector, thought about it, and put it directly into the "ether bubble".
'It seems that this film cannot be given to the "recording meeting". Whether it is the important secret history contained in it or the scenes of the "grand performance", it is definitely harmful to them. ’
Gillan thought.
Others are not "beautiful" and can quit at any time midway.
It can be said that in this world, anyone except Gillan will definitely die once he watches "Curtain Call".
There is no possibility of survival.
Because it records the death of the "director".
It is the "supreme performance" of the "Three Masters of Art" plus ten apostles.
Even if an ascended person watches "Curtain Call", it will probably be a disaster!
This is a death film.
'It seems that the "director" knows my specialness, which can be seen from the "Pilan" that he has, which is similar to "Bailan". ’
Jilan thought secretly.
(End of this chapter)