Mr. Siren [Comprehensive British and American]

There is an old warehouse under Triton's name, which is located in a remote area on the outskirts of the city-of course, that was a remote area decades ago, but now it has become a fairly prosperous area.

But this so-called prosperity, except for this warehouse, the door is always locked and no one is popular, with a gloomy and cold atmosphere, even if pedestrians pass by during the day, they have to bow their heads and hurry up, let alone at night.

"Kang Dang——" The lock that had been hung on the iron door of the warehouse for decades was opened, and the door that had been in disrepair made a toothache "squeak" sound, and the rust on the door fell off in large swaths, rustling Like it's raining.

The door is like this, let alone the inside. After opening the door, there will be a strange smell, dust and dust mixed with musty smell, as well as stray cats and dogs who make this home, mice in the hole, scattered after being disturbed Fleeing, leaving a mess.

The person who opened the door fumbled to turn on the light. Although the power supply was still maintained here, the light bulb had already aged over the years, and it was completely declared dead after barely flashing twice.

However, the person who came here seemed to have expected this situation, so he unhurriedly took out a mask and put it on, then took out a high-power flashlight and turned it on, scanned the situation in the warehouse with the light, and muttered in a low voice, "I will I know nothing bad will happen."

Although he complained so much, he followed the instructions honestly and took people to clean up the messy warehouse, repaired the broken light bulb, painted the mottled walls, changed the door lock and repaired the gate, and spent a whole night cleaning it up. From a dilapidated abandoned warehouse to a neat and beautiful house.

Then early the next morning, various musical instruments were carefully moved in, as well as a small tea table, two soft and comfortable sofas, followed by five shiny retro motorcycles, large boxes of beer and popcorn.

The passers-by cast strange eyes on this abnormal situation, but quickly looked away when they saw the serious-looking and sturdy black-clothed bodyguards, and walked here with their heads lowered faster than usual.

Word spread around the neighborhood that the old warehouse had become a gang hangout.

As a result, this warehouse has become even more deserted than before.

Then one night, when the sky was cloudy and the moon was dim, someone quietly came to the warehouse at midnight. He looked up at the bright as new door and the heavy lock, and after a long hesitation, he took out a key from his pocket.

To his surprise, the old key that had been with him for so many years could still open the new lock.

He threw the lock on the ground and pushed open the iron door of the warehouse.

Total darkness.

The air was filled with the smell of tobacco and alcohol, mixed with a little unknown source of aroma, which he was familiar with, the smell of the perfume that person often used, choking and arrogant, rebellious and elegant just like that person's temperament.

He was startled, and fumbled to turn on the light in the warehouse, but after pressing the switch several times, it was still pitch black, with the wind blowing gently, and the iron door slammed shut behind him.

"!" He took two steps back subconsciously, and bumped into something hard, causing him to gasp in pain.

"Sit down, my friend." A familiar voice sounded in the darkness, the voice was magnetic and low, and it had sounded in his nightmares countless times.

"No..." He took two steps back and fell to the ground, murmuring in despair, "This is impossible..."

That person should have died, and he should have merged with that flame.

"I will live forever." The voice laughed lowly, "Sit down, as we used to."

After the man sat on the ground for a long time, he suddenly got up from the ground. Even though there was darkness in front of him, he was still familiar with the furnishings in this warehouse.

Decades have passed... He walked around the low cabinet with the phonograph, stepped over the crates of beer on the floor, and touched the texture of leather with his fingertips.

The 60s Italian original leather sofa is soft and tough. Sometimes when they are tired from practicing here, they will slump on it, open a few cans of cold beer, and fall into a drowsy sleep.

He turned to the front of the sofa and sat down. He touched two cans of beer in his hand, and the aluminum cans made a crisp sound when they touched together.

The faint panic and speculation in his heart made him couldn't help taking a can, opening it and taking a sip, as if he had injected a little courage into himself, he raised his voice and shouted: "Who are you? What do you want?"

His voice was rough, and the slightest pitch raised it to the point of breaking it.

"I just invite you to listen to a song." The voice chuckled, "Don't worry."

Yes, it's just a song.

The deep and continuous prelude, the sudden explosion, the wild and high-pitched chorus, the smooth switching from the lowest note to the highest note without delay, the chorus part can't hear the breath at all, maybe the accompaniment is not so perfect, maybe the scene is not so perfect Desirable, but only the lead singer is enough.

This is just an abandoned warehouse, but the clear and beautiful voice sets it off like a concert held in a top concert hall. In people's hearts, the lead singer sang high-spirited tunes, arrogant but arrogant as a matter of course.

"I'm the fire!" someone sang, taking the man back to the old days.

At that time, they were still very young, high-spirited and ignorant of the heights of the sky and the earth, and they wanted to make a big career. They were not short of money. To be precise, their lead singer Triton was not short of money. That person seemed to be interpreting something with himself. They are called winners in life. They live in a big villa in a rich area. Every year, they use their own private jet to take them on holidays all over the world. They spend a lot of money with a wave of their hands. They are handsome and beautiful, rebellious and classical. I don't know how many girls' hearts have been won by her temperament.

That's all, but that person still has a very high musical talent that is hard to match, and the hard work and fanaticism that match the talent, leaving far behind himself who has always been proud of his musical attainments.

The seeds of jealousy may have been planted since then.

The seed of admiration may have been planted since then.

At this moment, he wished that that person would die, and at the same time, he wanted to get closer to that person. The emotions spreading in his heart were distorted and contradictory, which made him often drink too much until late at night to barely fall asleep.

Triton, Triton, he said the name silently, his hatred and longing couldn't be suppressed.

"I'm the fire!" He heard the man's voice, such a gorgeous voice is perfect that he will never be able to imitate, so he can only sigh.

He once had a hopeful chase, but he despaired in that voice. He has written countless scores, but in the one-stop tune, it is not as good as a piece of waste paper. That man is the sun, the flame, and forever Compared with warmth and hope, he is just a little firefly, content with his own light, but sees his own humbleness in the brilliance of the sun.

Glory cannot leave me, if one day he is about to leave, then...

Just let him disappear forever in the flames...

"It was you who wanted to leave me." He murmured, "It was you who wanted to leave me first..."

He repeated it in a trance, clenched the beer can in his hand, the aluminum can was shriveled by him, and the liquor splashed out onto his hand.

The music gradually died down, and in the darkness, there was only a humming and whirling like a sigh. It was the continuation of the brilliance after the fire was extinguished, and it was a wisp of green smoke floating up. The same voice had echoed in his dreams countless times, no matter what Is it a dark prison, or a bad slum.

In his memory, the man called his name, and stretched out his hand with crooked eyebrows and smiling eyes. His fingers were slender and knuckles distinct, completely different from his hand, which had become thick and inflexible during many years of imprisonment. He stretched out his hand to hold But the moment the hand touched it, starting from the touching fingertips, a raging fire ignited on the man's white and almost transparent skin, spreading all the way up until there was only a sea of ​​flames left in front of his eyes.

It became his constant nightmare.

Day after day, the nightmare tortured him to the point of madness, so when he heard the familiar tune, when he felt the familiar atmosphere, he couldn't help but want to destroy that person again.

Destroy it, you should be integrated with the raging fire, not reappear in this world that does not belong to you.

Send you off with fire, just as I did back then.

On the day of that rock concert, when he saw the death of the unknown lead singer, he had a long-lost sleep.

"You want to leave me first." He murmured, his tone gradually becoming more righteous, "You want to leave me! I know, it's you who want to abandon me!"

He is the weakest link in the band, hard work can't make up for the gap in talent, he can't keep up with that person's footsteps, so that person is about to leave him.

"It's your fault..." He was furious, and couldn't stop crying, "Your fault...you forced me..."

"The music company really suggested that I give up on you. After all, you can no longer create greater value for the company." Drummers, keyboard players with no special piano skills and low self-esteem have become objects that music companies want to give up.

"You promised, right? I know you promised." The man shouted with tears, "You promised!"

The news of being abandoned became the last straw that broke the camel's back. The balance between hatred and admiration was broken. Instead of letting him watch that person shine, he would rather bury that person in flames with his own hands.

You are the flame, the unquenchable flame.

I know...

Iaiwaysknow...

The brilliance of flames seemed to flicker in front of my eyes again, warm and bright.

He heard the voice in the darkness say with a sigh: "I didn't promise..."

"The team is one, how could I promise..."

After that accident, Triton was also seriously injured. Fire is a natural enemy to creatures living in the sea. Even though the sea monster has supernatural power, facing a car accident in a dry mountain, he was caught off guard. Had to recuperate in the sea for more than a year before going on land again.

In the ever-changing and highly competitive music industry, a year and a half is enough time for things to change.

If there hadn't been that accident, even if he faked his death and left, he would definitely have arranged all the "behind affairs", and he would never be so abrupt, leaving only regrets.

However, there is no if.

Therefore, it is destined to be only a pity.

It's like a knight walking away, destined to be forever with a time difference of one and a half years from his former partner, so... also destined to go forward alone.