Volume 3: Dance of the Aurora Chapter 3 Moonlight Sonata
The summer night is slightly cool, and the lights are dim.
Ai Bishui was listening to music in her room as usual. She had a large black headset on her head, and the two metal arcs on top of her head were glowing in the moonlight.
She was the only one in the dormitory, and her two roommates were studying in the library and had not come back yet. This period of time was her rare happy hour. Every night when it was just getting dark, she would turn off the lights and stand alone in front of the window to enjoy some music.
This is an unshakable habit that I have developed since middle school, and even the end of the world cannot stop it.
She likes to observe the world from the dark. Burying herself in the dark gives her a strong sense of security, just like wrapping herself in a quilt.
But it was different tonight. Although there were not many stars, the milky moonlight flowed into the room, and her eyes were as distant and soft as the moon.
Every time at this time she would calm down and sort out her thoughts for the day.
Fang Cheng was doing the experiment today. Usually he would ask some questions and even find excuses to video chat from time to time. But she usually only responded with one or two sentences after the song ended.
She understood that those problems could be solved at his level, and the other party just wanted to create an opportunity to talk.
From childhood to adulthood, Ai Bishui has seen too many people who deliberately find topics to talk about, thinking they are well hidden. Asking questions is just the basic operation. Advanced versions include being a class representative but deliberately not telling her homework, showing off his grades to her to try to anger her, buying an extra roujiamo and pretending that he can't finish it and giving it to her, etc.
She was a little angry at first, but then she just thought it was fun. Finally, after years of observation and thinking, and based on the principle of the law of large numbers, she came to a conclusion:
Men of my age are all idiots. Some are more obvious, some are more subtle.
As for those who are much older or younger than her, the number of samples observed is insufficient, so no comment can be made for the time being.
Fang Cheng was a very subtle fool, or one of the smarter guys she had ever met. When explaining a concept to him, she only had to say it once, and the conversation between them could go on roughly coherently.
This is a bit like playing table tennis. Although she is not very good at playing table tennis, there are not many people who can compete with her in physics. It can be said that everyone has their own strengths .
Thinking of this, she stood up a little straighter and wanted to take a look at the science building in the distance over the treetops.
Fang Cheng is a little different from other men in that he observes the people around him in detail and can handle many things decently, which often makes people feel comfortable. However, this comes with his extreme sensitivity to the outside world's evaluation and he often falls into a whirlpool of thinking.
As the saying goes, excessive wisdom will lead to harm.
She stared at the brightly lit science building under the layers of dark clouds. She vaguely saw busy figures inside, but could not tell which one was Fang Cheng.
The night gave me black eyes, but I use them to look for light.
After staring for a while, she felt a little tired, so she closed her eyes and concentrated on enjoying the music. The melodious "Moonlight Sonata" came from her headphones, which contrasted with the scenery outside the window.
She heard an occasional rustling sound outside the window, which sounded like building blocks being pushed by a child, followed by the clear sound of wind chimes, and finally a faint human voice, like a bel canto singer singing high notes.
Suddenly, the rustling sound swelled into a huge cracking sound. The ground was shaking slightly with the sound, and the curtains on the window began to shake. Ai Bishui opened her eyes, and the science building in the distance disappeared. In its place was a huge black metal mass, which twisted blindly and foolishly under the moonlight, slowly engulfing the building.
The voice in the distance was not singing, but a scream that pierced through the distorted air and overflowed from the building.
The world in terror and madness lies,
(A world ruled by terror and madness)
Its ultimate doom is at hand.
(Its end is coming)
How ineffectual are the cries,
(Crying is useless)
And uselessly ring through the land ~
(The useless sound echoes throughout the earth)
She took off her headphones and stared at the black monster in the distance expressionlessly, her pupils slowly dilating. However, compared to fear, her eyes were filled with more excitement.
The experiment was actually successful, although the result was the lowest success rate and the worst impact.
In fact, although there is theoretical support, she is not sure whether intelligence can really emerge from a structure similar to the human brain's nervous system. After all, there are too many uncertainties in engineering and experimental problems, and many of them cannot be controlled by humans.
For example, inherent errors in instruments and cables, inevitable impurities when preparing samples, and even shaking of hands or the ground during operation may affect the results.
This also means that after the results of some experiments are published, no one can replicate them.
In other words, in the field of experimental physics, accurate design and operation are only necessary conditions for success, but far from sufficient conditions. To achieve success, you also need the blessing of the god of fate.
And now the God of Fate has played a little joke on all of humanity, allowing them to easily obtain a super monster that can bring destruction to themselves.
If only superconducting experiments could go this smoothly.
Ai Bishui watched for a long time before her excitement gradually faded away. At this time, the outside was in chaos, with messy shadows swaying wildly, and some people just stood there.
If you encounter an earthquake or fire, you should run downstairs, and if you encounter a sandstorm or hail, you need to quickly hide indoors. As for the current situation... no one knows what to do.
Perhaps in the future the civil defense booklets distributed in middle schools need to include a chapter on how to deal with monster attacks.
In fact, there is no later.
The flow of people radiated outward with the ruins of the science building as the center. Some people subconsciously rushed into the playground, some ran back to the dormitory building, and some just ran aimlessly, not knowing where they were going.
The feeling of fear slowly crept into Ai Bishui's heart. She realized that this thing could really kill her and many others. Should she run now? Where should she run to? Her intuition told her that the surging crowd downstairs was actually more dangerous. She stared at the twisted, ugly and noisy black mass in the distance. It didn't seem like the other party had any intention of coming in her direction.
She calmed down a little, closed the window neatly, drew the curtains, fetched a bottle of mineral water, a paper cutter and a few chocolates from the house, and curled up in a corner of the wall away from the window.
Although if there is only one bottle of water, it will not last long if it is crushed under the building.
She decided to take a gamble and bet that the other party would not come towards the dormitory building.
Ai Bishui stared at the black shadow outside the curtain. The fear floating in the darkness was magnified by the hazy shadow of the monster, and it seemed that an ugly tentacle would break through the window in the next moment.
She didn't know how much time had passed, but she heard the sounds of metal and various noisy voices becoming smaller and smaller, the swaying of shadows outside the curtains also became weaker and weaker, and her own heavy breathing echoed in the small room.
The bet was right.
Only then did she realize that the mineral water bottle in her hand had been deformed, and the slippery sweat slowly dripped down her cheeks, leaving a large mark on her clothes. After slowly standing up with the help of the wall, she realized that the underwear under her shirt was soaked and stuck to her body, which was very uncomfortable.
She drew aside the curtain and looked out the window, then walked to the door and locked it. She picked up a dry towel from the clip under the bed, took off her upper body clothes and rubbed it vigorously, feeling a slight pain in her wrists and shoulders.
At this moment, rational thinking was overwhelmed by all kinds of emotions.
