But now, what he was witnessing was so unimaginable.
The boy, who had seed sowhat clumsy in technique and skill just monts before, was now, using his unremarkable and even crude thods, achieving such intense transformations and modulations.
It wasn't just the bow, now a flickering phantom, nor the thunderous plucking of his left hand. It wasn't just the frenzied cycling between high and low octaves or the rapid, double-stop descending scales... It was sothing even more incredible.
Caught up?
Schlot felt like he was suffocating. The boy had actually caught up to Paganini's tempo!
He stared blankly at the boy's pale face, the fanatical gleam in his eyes, and the bloodshot veins.
The fanatical sound erupted, soaring higher!
In that instant, from outside the restroom door, a voice echoed—one that had no business being there.
"This is the won's restroom, you know."
The woman with narrowed eyes smiled, eyeing the uninvited guests. "Even if you're desperate to pee, you shouldn't co in here, right?"
A mont of stunned shock. Everyone inside spun around to see Luo Xian, who had appeared behind them at so unknown point. They also saw the fresh blood splattered on the wall outside the door.
Behind her white slippers, a headless corpse lay silently at the doorway. The corridor, previously on high alert, was now utterly still.
We were supposed to be on the "Offensive".
Should have pulled the trigger at once.
But for so reason, gazing at that gentle, smiling face, everyone felt an indescribable chill. It was a coldness that consud them, freezing their limbs inch by inch, severing their nerves, shattering their perception...
They felt like prey being scrutinized by a Predator.
Hunters had beco the hunted.
In the deathly silence, Luo Xian tilted her head slightly, as if listening to a distant lody.
"Nice violin music," she said, nodding lightly at her enemies. "Sounds as if the gates of Hell have opened, doesn't it?"
As she spoke, her slender figure bent slightly. She rummaged in the grocery basket at her feet and finally pulled out a fresh green onion, still wrapped in plastic wrap. She twirled it in her hand, giving it a couple of experintal flicks.
As if this were her weapon.
She smiled and nodded at her enemies.
"Well then, let's get started here too..."
Behind her, the door swung shut silently.
The corridor once again fell into a deathly silence.
Only that terrifying lody, as if from Hell itself, echoed from afar.
When the Social Security Bureau team burst into the building using a Border-Jump, they froze.
Yuan Zhao stared in shock at the grueso scene before him, unsure of what exactly had transpired.
At this mont, the corridor outside the examination hall had turned into a veritable Avici Hell.
Dozens of rcenaries, ard to the teeth, now lay scattered in disarray on the floor. Whether Sublimators or ordinary humans, well-trained and experienced, their corpses were now indistinguishably mangled, all looking as though they had been brutally ravaged by a natural disaster.
From one end of the corridor to the other.
It was as if an invisible storm had rampaged through, reducing everything in its path to ash and dust. Dripping blood coated every inch of the once-white walls, and shattered organs and limbs were strewn carelessly across the floor.
Amidst the carnage, Mo San bent down and picked up a hair tie from the floor—one that looked familiar.
Her face paled in horror.
The hair tie, adorned with a smiling Hello Kitty face, was now stained crimson.
"Xiao Xian?"
As if facing a formidable enemy, she activated the command channel: "Situation update: Level Two Alert! Sparrow, notify Teacher Luo imdiately!"
She looked up, her gaze fixed on the depths of the corridor, now a ghastly red from the blood. More blood was slowly seeping out from under the closed door at the far end. She drew in a sharp breath.
"Luo Xian has lost control..."
Amidst the chaos, Yuan Zhao looked around, bewildered. Finally, he stood before the door to the examination room, peering in disbelief through its small glass window.
That White-nad face is playing the violin?
Then, he finally heard it.
From the depths of the darkness, the music swelled—a lody from Hell, luring and beckoning, resounding like thunder!
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