Killing an old enemy

In a sense, music can best reflect a person's inner world.

Maybe the expression will be restrained and the tone will be concealed, but the notes played can't be deceiving at all.

That is to say, when a person is thinking about something in his heart, his emotions will be involuntarily poured into the movement at the moment, which is considered to be injected into the soul of the performer.

Fyodor did have the purpose of getting closer at the beginning, but in the process of playing the piano, he was involuntarily drawn into the scale world of the piano by the emotions of another player.

He found that whether he wanted to change the tune or the tone, Caesar could perfectly perceive his intentions, and he immediately connected to Fyodor's rhythm before his fingers fell, making Fyodor who discovered all this Er could not help feeling happier.

It's unbelievable that he was allowed to immerse himself in music that should be boring like this. Could it be that they are the same person?

He... so he can understand him, right?

Since he was born in a Russian noble family, he has dabbled in piano, violin and cello, even the most demanding musicians will smile when they see him playing.

But in fact, Fyodor is not so passionate about music.

It's just that I put the useless and weak human emotions of anger, sadness, and joy that I heard from God into myself, so that I feel pity, so I can play this kind of repertoire.

Fyodor would play music while thinking, which would allow him to calm down and listen carefully to God's will for him.

——All this was witnessed by his former tutor, and he called it an evil whisper in horror.

So 14-year-old Fyodor killed her and buried the body in the garden, where the grass grows and warblers fly, but the filthy human body can nourish the flowers.

As a result, Fyodor's heart was moved, and he injected this part of his emotions into his music, creating new tracks on the spot.

Caesar is using Mozart skills at the moment. For this talented performer, Fyodor's whim is just a small matter, just creating a piece of music temporarily. There are so many freaks in the musicians. It is not difficult to come up with such evil thoughts.

The music didn't stop, let alone freeze.

He picked it up... Fyodor opened his eyes wide and looked at the person beside him.

Did he understand what he meant?

...Are they really the same person?

No, even a step further, almost like a god of compassion who once bestowed on him those emotions.

Thinking of this, Fyodor's world, which was originally calm like a pool of stagnant water, couldn't help being shaken. He seemed to come alive, and he was a little at a loss.

His emotions became extremely excited, a faint blush appeared on his pale and bloodless face, his originally steady hands trembled, so much so that he played a wrong key in the joy of being dizzy.

The music stopped abruptly, and this sudden noise brought him back to his senses.

"You made a mistake."

Caesar, who is very sensitive to music, frowned immediately, and then he stopped his movements, and pushed Fyodor away who was sitting beside him unceremoniously.

Zhong Yuanzhong, who was watching with his arms folded, was also surprised to find that this indifferent rather than arrogant stranger stood up obediently, and he could not see any rebellious emotions from his face, but his eyes stared almost unblinkingly. With Caesar.

At the same time, his body was shaking uncontrollably.

Excited, exhilarated, or terrified...?

Fyodor tried his best to restrain his emotions, and said in a weird tone, "I see, goodbye, next time... goodbye."

Yes, the plan he made in Yokohama was a complete failure, and he was absolutely right to reprimand him, he was too distracted.

"When I am perfect, I will come to you again."

Because of Fyodor's abnormal behavior, Caesar gave him a strange look, and because he was too drowsy to hear his thoughts clearly, he gave up thinking about why he said that.

"No need." He just refused without hesitation.

"I see."

He will... a more perfect soul confidant who can play with him.

Fyodor took a deep look at him for the last time, then turned and left without hesitation, as if an insignificant episode appeared out of thin air, and then his figure went further and further away until it disappeared completely before Nakahara Nakaya took it back out of sight.

"..."

Immediately afterwards, Zhongyuan Zhong also came to Nishizawa who was sitting quietly in front of the piano for some reason, wondering if he was in a daze, but when he saw the other party's state at the moment, a helpless sigh overflowed his lips again .

Nakahara Chuya was helpless.

As a guy who made such a fuss after being drunk, he fell asleep just like that.

But it's also convenient for him to take him back...

Zhongyuan Zhong also bent down to Nishizawa resignedly, and picked him up.

……

"Zhong also took advantage of me." Caesar said, he was carried back by the other princess in the end, "Zhong also said to keep a distance from the same sex, or you don't have to."

Central Plains Chuya "..."

Would you please reformulate the wording? !Why was Caesar saying that, he felt uncomfortable for a while.

Not getting an answer, Caesar glanced at his panel.

Karna sync rate 20.00% five

Arthur Pendragon sync rate 20.00%

Mozart's synchronization rate is [-]%

"..."

He will never drink again...

Seeing Nishizawa frowning, Nakahara frowned, then stretched out his hand to put on his temple, and rubbed it lightly, relieving his pain.

Caesar didn't stop him because his head was really hurting, not only because he had a headache after drinking alcohol, but he didn't recover until noon the next day, but also because he was about to face drunkenness right now. For a while, the follow-up events of the crematorium were sober.

That's because of one obvious point.

Not only did Mozart have an old enemy, but this old enemy was also the type who couldn't communicate at all.

Once the treasure is opened, there is a chance to bring out the old enemy, but Caesar is simply a European emperor in this respect.

For others, the probability of a few percent is 90.00% for him, so of course he won the big prize this time, and the new enemy cg has been stored in his mind, that is Mozart's friend —Antonio Salieri.

Salieri was not artificially deranged like Lancelot, and his appearance was very complicated.

Although his job title is the avenger avenr, he was a complete victim in history. This made Caesar, who recalled the cg content a little bit after drunk, unable to attack him, because the other party's experience was too bizarre up.

Logically speaking, Mozart and Salieri in history were not old enemies. Strictly speaking, Salieri could even be regarded as Mozart's predecessor.

The reason for all this is a misguided rumor that "Salieri was jealous of Mozart's musical talent, so he insidiously poisoned him"——

In fact, this is not the case at all.

But the formation of heroic spirits is based on human imagination of those legends, history and myths, so to some extent, rumors can even affect the memory of heroic spirits.

Therefore, the peerless genius Salieri who was dubbed "Poison Killing Mozart" could not help but believe that he killed Mozart after he became a heroic spirit.

And, Mozart had to be killed again, too.

As Salieri's musical genius, he was completely distorted by the world.

Bearing innocent charges and becoming a murderer, being influenced by public opinion and becoming an old enemy, Salieri grew up admiring his musical talent, but died under the rumor that he was jealous of Mozart's talent, and finally became a Innocent monster.

So, did he just bring in that musical genius called Salieri so rashly?

He wasn't very worried about Lancelot, because Merlin would definitely take care of it, and it was Salieri...

What if innocent humans are hurt?

He didn't know what form he appeared in. If he was the type who completely lost his mind, even if he didn't open the treasure, Salieri would be an extremely dangerous existence.

Because Salieri has his own B-level skill Prairie Fire - a heroic spirit born in rumors, slanders, and slanders. He is born with the ability to turn the words of the ears into his own power, which can easily weaken the human will to survive. Strong The mental attack can even make people crazy and suicidal.

"I'll take care of it right away." Caesar said gloomily, "Chuya, sit up straight."

This time, I'm afraid he will go to find Salieri on his own initiative. This old enemy must not be ignored, nor can he escape cold treatment.

Although he didn't know why he said that, the person whose name he called sat up subconsciously, and then looked at him with puzzled eyes.

Caesar fell down and lay comfortably on Zhongyuan Zhongye's lap where he was sitting on the sofa, and directly pillowed his knees without any psychological burden.

He opened his eyes and looked at Nakahara Nakaya's smooth jaw, and found that the choker that he took off before was put on again, so he raised his hand and touched it casually, without any consciousness of taking advantage of others.

On the contrary, Zhong Yuanzhong was also taken aback by his sudden movement. He raised his hands to avoid touching Caesar, his whole body was stiff until he recovered after a moment, and said irritably, "Don't touch here."

Nishizawa ignored his duplicity, "Why does Chuya wear a choker?"

"Just wear it casually."

"It's beautiful." Caesar threw a straight ball, "Don't take it off."

Nakahara Chuya "..." To be honest, he is very uncomfortable with someone like Nishizawa.

When he was about to speak, Caesar had already closed his eyes, making it clear that he wanted to end the topic.

Afterwards, Zhong Yuan put his hand on Caesar's hair tentatively. Although he was wearing gloves, it didn't make Caesar feel uncomfortable, so the latter took the initiative to put it in his palm again.

It's like stroking a cat... Nakahara Chuya thought in a delicate mood.

Afterwards, Nishizawa turned over, lay on his lap and said, narrowing his eyes, "Chuya help me rub my temples."

"What's the tone of your order... Forget it, the cadre welcome ceremony will be held tonight."

Although he was the one to make arrangements, it was actually just an order.

For some reason, Nakahara Chuya's mood became a lot lighter. Although his tone was very reluctant, there was no sign of complaint in the movements of his hands. "Aren't you going to invite people? You contact Osamu Dazai and Edogawa Are you wandering...?"

Nishizawa enjoyed his service confidently, "No, Chuya can help me get in touch."

It was just a whim, and it didn't matter if he actually came or not.

Chuya Zhongya "..." He knew it.

Afterwards, he said, "Yesterday I asked someone to contact Butei, and we'll see if they come today."

As a Hong Kong gangster, I went to contact Wuzhen, or because of the inauguration party of the new cadres, I don't know what the president of Wuzhen will think.

Dazai Osamu is okay, but Edogawa Ranpo's identity is so special, if he wants to come over, he must get the permission of the guardian, that is, the president of the Armed Detective Agency.

After lying quietly on his lap for a while, and feeling that his head was no longer hurting, Nishizawa straightened up and blinked his golden eyes, "By the way, Chuya, haven't you brought the game back yet?" , play games with me later."

He had to set a fun reward for himself before he was motivated to deal with Salieri's affairs, which was the principle of pleasure.

Being told this, Zhongyuan Zhong also laughed sullenly and said, "If you lose the game with me, don't play tricks!"

His fighting game level is not comparable to Dazai Osamu's insidious guy who is good at playing tricks.

Caesar didn't feel offended, "Then you underestimate my game level too much, so don't cry."

"How about losing?" Nakahara Chuya asked.

"If I lose, I will agree to your request." Caesar narrowed his eyes and said narrowly, "On the contrary, you will agree to my request and accept the challenge?"

Zhong Yuanzhong didn't flinch at all, "Then you are ready to fail."

He immediately turned to get the game, but Caesar stopped him.

Nakahara Chuya "...?"

"It's time to rest now." Caesar said, he grabbed his wrist, lay back and pillowed his lap, "Chuya is here with me."

"What?" Zhong Yuanzhong was also puzzled, allowing him to hold his hand, "Didn't you just wake up?"

Caesar didn't want to either, but it had to.

"Merlin can only be found in dreams. His clairvoyance is better than mine. I want to find an old enemy through him." He muttered.

——Merlin, Merlin, come to my dream and work for me, right?

……

A few cities away from Yokohama.

Japan, Tokyo.

Surveillance showed that it was a thin figure that suddenly appeared at the subway station.

He looked too tall and thin in his clothes, with gray and white half-length hair, but the tail was dyed black like corruption, his eyes were scarlet, he was wearing a suit with black vertical stripes and red bow tie, his face was exposed Sitting on the chair blankly, like a lost cat in someone else's house.

Ango Sakaguchi watched the video.

The time displayed in the lower right corner is 1400, and the Supernatural Secret Service Division has been observing for several hours, but the figure in the monitoring screen still has not moved.

This young man is like a beautiful sculpture, sitting quietly in the empty subway station where everyone has been evacuated urgently.

After a brief stare, Ango Sakaguchi signaled his subordinate to bring him the jacket, "I'll go see him."

The subordinate was startled, and blurted out, "Impossible! That should be someone with supernatural powers!"

"Can't you...?"

"Senior Sakaguchi, the Supernatural Special Affairs Division suspects that he has the same supernatural ability as Mr. Ayatsuji, and will make people commit suicide in despair."

The name Ayatsuji-sensei made the entire monitoring room chill several degrees out of thin air.

After all, that person is... a super A-level dangerous supernatural being dubbed "Murder Detective".

——As long as the case is solved, it will 100% cause the terrible existence of the prisoner's accidental death.

Ango Sakaguchi caught a glimpse of a figure sitting in the dark, and said slightly solemnly, "Ayatsuji Xingren is both a detective and a colleague of the Supernatural Secret Service Division, and he doesn't have the terrible supernatural ability that can make people commit suicide in despair. Because the people who commit suicide after solving the crime are the murderers who committed the crime, please remember this.”

"……Feel sorry."

"Repeat again." His tone was heavy.

"I'm sorry!" the newcomer said guiltily, "but about suicide..."

This is not groundless random speculation. The young man in the suit suddenly appeared at the subway station during the rush hour.

Afterwards, the power spread out like a virus, and there were many suicide attempts within a few hours. In the end, all the clues pointed to the young man sitting on the bench.

In other words, he is extremely dangerous.

"Let me go, Ango Sakaguchi."

A figure who had been silent for a long time stood up, and it was the detective who was mentioned——Ayatsuji Xingren. It was because of his presence that the Supernatural Secret Service Division was restrained.

Even though he was feared and rejected by his companions before, he did not show any dissatisfaction.

"No." Sakaguchi Ango refused without thinking.

"His name is Antonio Salieri." Ayatsuji pedestrian said coldly, "I am a detective, but you are not, so let me go."

Ango Sakaguchi was taken aback.

Salieri, how is it possible?

Even if he has seen big winds and waves like this, people who have faced the nuclear bomb crisis are so surprised by this name that they can't speak.

That was the famous Salieri, a talented performer even better than Mozart, like one of the brightest stars in the music world, anyone who likes opera will probably have heard of his name.

But the problem is that Antonio Salieri was buried in Vienna, the flower capital of music, in 1825, and it would be ridiculous to say that he appeared here.

"Are you kidding, Detective Ayatsuji?" Ango Sakaguchi frowned, "What kind of reasoning is this?"

Saying the name of a dead man to fool him?

Hearing this, Ayatsuji pedestrian's expression became quite impatient, "Are your eyes used for decoration? Can't you see his large movements?"

Ango Sakaguchi was dumbfounded... He really couldn't see what else this young man in a suit was doing other than sitting where he was.

The entire team of the Ability Secret Service Division also fell into an awkward silence, because they observed for several hours without reaching a conclusion.

"...Are you serious?" Ayatsuji pedestrians showed a surprised expression, "his fingers tapped on his knees, which is the third bar of Salieri's first opera "The Women Scholars" The melody, he is used to... Forget it, I don't want to waste my words, he is indeed himself."

It wasn't until a moment later that the people from the Supernatural Secret Service Division realized that this kind of surprise and compromise was actually a mockery of their IQ.

"Merlin, Arjuna, and Osmandis all appeared, why didn't Salieri appear?" Ayatsuji asked.

"..."

"However, if you are in danger..." Ango Sakaguchi still hesitated, "In case you get injured..."

The Supernatural Secret Service Division will definitely blame it, and maybe Ango Sakaguchi will be dismissed, because the government will not allow useful weapons to be destroyed.

He had already been punished for dealing with Yokohama last time, and even now he has not been revoked. If Ayatsuji pedestrians have an accident again this time, he will be dismissed directly.

Ayatsuji pedestrian "I know what he is confused about."

Ango Sakaguchi was stunned, and blurted out "What?!"

"...It's Mozart." Ayatsuji pedestrian said indifferently, "Don't forget, I'm a detective."

In fact, Ayatsuji pedestrians are not as sure about the whole thing as he said.

But...he was sure that Salieri should be paying attention to "Mozart". During the several hours of surveillance, he occasionally tapped his own opera beat, and the rest of the time he tapped unconsciously Mozart's first opera "Don Giovanni".

Among the few victims of mental pollution, the most serious, and even caused the tendency to become unconscious to this day, was a musician whose mobile phone ringtone was set to Mozart's Requiem. Ayatsuji pedestrians noticed that she was passing by the subway. answered the phone...

So, Salieri should have heard the bell.

No wonder he tilted his head slightly at that time.

This not only confirmed his guess, but also demonstrated the danger of Salieri... After all, in the noisy and crowded subway, he was able to accurately capture that slight sound.

The only good thing at this moment is that the other party looked a little melancholy and held a withered rose in his hand, but he didn't appear to be losing his mind.

At his insistence, Ango Sakaguchi wavered.

"Yes... Detective Ayatsuji, keep your distance."

"Oh, that's right," Ayatsuji pedestrians suddenly thought of something, "The Supernatural Secret Service is hunting down the Russian who disturbed Yokohama recently, Fyodor, right?"

Although he didn't know why he asked that, Ango Sakaguchi nodded and added, "That's your task."

"I will do whatever it takes to get it done." He said meaningfully.

This look made Ango Sakaguchi feel cold, and he could not help but mourn for the target he was staring at.

Ayatsuji pedestrian nodded, and he grabbed the short khaki windbreaker draped over the armchair with indifferent eyes.

He paid special attention to the fact that he had brought his mobile phone with him, and then he walked out of the monitoring room, and walked down the stairs to the emergency escape channel - this is where the Supernatural Secret Service Division set up an emergency observation point.

Ayatsuji pedestrians pushed open the door, and the colleagues who were still in the monitoring room held their breath and watched him walk towards Salieri.

"Are you waiting for someone?" he asked.

Ango Sakaguchi, who was listening to the headset, took a deep breath—he resolutely talked to the target mission, impulsively, it was hardly something that Ayatsuji pedestrians could do by themselves.

Could it be that he has any certainty? !

Salieri ignored his intentions, but kept looking at the withered rose in his hand, depressed and unhappy, immersed in his own world.

Ayatsuji pedestrian was not surprised by his reaction, walked over and sat directly on the other side of his chair.

"Salieri, why don't you want to see Mozart?"

Hearing this, Ango Sakaguchi showed astonishment——wait a minute, what does Ayatsuji pedestrian mean?Is Mozart coming too?

"..."

Hearing the familiar name, Salieri's original cold shell cracked a gap, and he couldn't help murmuring in a low voice, "...I don't deserve to see him."

"You guys had a very unpleasant quarrel last time."

What's even more frightening is that Ayatsuji pedestrians were able to chat with him about daily life without hindrance.

Salieri replied coldly, "I killed him. If I see him again, I will destroy him uncontrollably... He is such a musical god, he shouldn't meet me."

That's right...the eyes shouldn't be converging...

Although they talk about everything in music, if they meet... he will turn into a monster and kill him.

Very good, keep the distance like this, at least he left the impression on Mozart as a musical genius, not a shameless murderer...

The rose in his hand should have been given to Mozart, and he harbored hatred for him—but this hatred came from the influence of public opinion. Become an old enemy and hurt a friend.

"I heard that you two are close friends in music?" Ayatsuji pedestrian said, "Only you are qualified to be side by side with him?"

Salieri did not hesitate, "Yes, there is no one in this world who can play with him, except me."

—This is indisputable!There is no doubt about it!

Even when they were friends, he only acknowledged his musical accomplishments.

Ayatsuji pedestrian said "oh", took out his phone, opened the hot search, and hit the video hanging at the top.

Immediately, a piano sound came out of his mobile phone.

"Is this him?" the detective asked curiously.

how is this possible?It's really whimsical, how could Mozart be of such a level...

As the melody of the music entered another section, a piano scale inserted into the accompaniment sounded, as if injecting soul into the whole piece, and Salieri suddenly raised his head.

But... this is... no, he won't admit it wrong, it is the sound of nature that only Mozart can play.

Salieri immediately sat up straight. He quickly snatched the mobile phone from Ayatsuji Xingren's hand, looked at the video in his hand, and wanted to confirm the figure of the other party.

Ahh... that's right, it's him...

An old enemy who can be recognized even if he changes his appearance.

A trace of complex and resentful emotions flashed in Salieri's eyes. He couldn't judge what the pain was disturbing his heart at the moment, but felt that his mind was blank.

but……?

——Who is this ignorant guy playing with him? !

Salieri clenched his hands tightly, almost crushing the phone screen, and his scarlet pupils deepened the color.

Does this human being dare to modify the repertoire so that Mozart can play the piano to accommodate him? ! !

That is Mozart, an existence favored by God, even a genius like Salieri would be jealous, want to destroy, and obliterate his reputation, repertoire and traces in this world. He will always be a man of the world The protagonist in the eyes, not to cooperate with others to play!

Only he, only he is qualified to play with him!

Salieri caught a glimpse of the comment below, saying that the two must be soulmates, otherwise they would not have played such a harmonious piece, and then blindly said that the piano skills of the two were almost equal... until he saw a line— —

Does anyone remember Salieri?If this person is really the reincarnation of Mozart, he should be very glad that he didn't add trouble.

The person who plays with him is really right.

What, what? !

Yingling's vinegar jar was completely blown up.

"Mo-za-te-!"

What he didn't want to get close to Mozart, didn't want to hurt him again, and when faced with his status being shaken, he put it all behind him. The name alone made Salieri, who was doing things carefully, overturned his original habits.

In this world, only he is qualified to stand shoulder to shoulder with Mozart's name, and he must not forget him!

Salieri sneered and glanced at the title of the video...very good.

Is the Yokohama Port Mafia, here he comes.

"Let's go together." Ayatsuji pedestrian said, "I'm a little curious about the heroic spirit who saved Yokohama."

No, it should be said that I am quite interested.

I'm afraid the Supernatural Secret Service Division doesn't even know that he has such an idea now... Ayatsuji Xingren really wants to get close to such an existence, because he has a premonition that the other party will understand his weirdness.

...even, accept him.