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Chapter 1519 No. 136: The answer is the fear that touches the heart
Omer Linton's acquaintances all knew that although he often acted as if he could read other people's minds and spoke as if he had a surveillance camera on them, he was obviously far from being able to plan everything for himself.

Apart from anything else, at least this overtime man never thought that her act of harming others for her own benefit would have extra credit - she managed to give Arturo nine days off, and she herself used a wheelchair to turn it into eleven days off!

How could this happen?

It's so sci-fi.

It's so bizarre.

Incredible.

Do I really work in the same neighborhood as her?

Illusion? When?
"Omer? Omer?"

"Hey, is he okay?" Sirius patted Omar's shoulders and even patted his face with both hands. Seeing that he was still in a trance, he turned his head and asked the cold-faced angel who took over his position and scanned the demon's face with a router-like instrument.

"It's okay." Federico said calmly while looking at the screen of the instrument, and then looked at his distraught appearance again. He was slightly frowned by the sudden sound of violin in the room. He subconsciously looked towards the source of the sound, but saw the other party's bow stopped.

He turned his head and looked at Omar. Seeing that his listless look had not changed at all, he showed some subtle surprise.

But even though she still looked listless, she looked up without him saying anything and said, "That's not very polite, Miss Arturo."

"Although I don't know what Federico told you, this piece of music will not cause any unpredictable consequences, but..."

The angel lady, holding the bow and the artistically shaped electric cello, allowed the smart wheelchair to bring her closer. She just smiled and looked up at him with a little surprise:

"Federico's introduction to you was really conservative and restrained, as he was able to face my music so lightly."

"I believe restraint is a virtue, Miss Arturo."

"Really? But I don't think the horse girl next to you thinks so. Miss Sirius, what were you thinking in those few seconds just now?"

"Ah I?"

Relying on her great skills and courage, the brown-haired horse girl, unlike Nishizaki Yutaka who continued to stay away, stayed by Omer's side. At this moment, facing three pairs of gazes, she was hesitant and unusual.

But she has been unusual these days.

——Omar, the instigator, naturally did not forget this. He just waved his hand when he saw her, not caring about the faint blush on her face that was either from shame or suppressed. "If she doesn't want to talk about it, then don't mention it. We should have gotten straight to the point a long time ago, Miss Arturo."

"You can call me Arturo, I'm very interested in you."

Suddenly, a black-haired angel with a respectful tone appeared and she knocked on the armrest of the wheelchair. The armrest opened and closed with a mechanism, and both sides suddenly opened to present the four teacups she brought.

At the same time, Omer's attention was more focused on the cello that she had just placed on the storage rack behind her wheelchair.

The strings were vibrating, and there was clearly no contact, but it seemed as if... some kind of connection was being established with him.

Some kind of connection that seems like emotional resonance.

"The strings of the harp."

"Have you noticed? Every time I touch the strings, the emotions around me will flow to me, and the emotions that I cannot digest will often remain on the strings, endlessly urging me to pick them up again."

"What did you feel from the man I recommended?"

"Are you asking that person instead of yourself?" Arturo, who had just taken a sip of tea, did not keep the question secret. "The emotions I felt from him were very broken and repressed, but I could also feel an extremely deep longing."

"That was probably an emotion that had been buried for a long time. It made it easy for him to lose control and trigger the theater's security system, but it also almost wiped out everything."

"Looking forward to it..." Omar sighed softly.

"You don't look surprised."

“Because there were some guesses.”

"Did I do a verification?"

"This is where I want to apologize." "No, like I said before, I benefited a lot, but I would rather write it off with the previous disrespect. Would that be too much?"

Arturo is very clear about the consequences of her rash performance, so she usually just plays a prelude. But even if it is just a prelude that does not cause anything, for some people whose wounds have not yet healed, it is often the kind that "explodes at the slightest touch", and is quite neurotically sensitive.

This makes the rudeness of this rash attempt seem to be a minor or major event.

"No," Omar took a sip of the teacup, "I came here to express my condolences and apologize, and to anticipate the threat he showed at that time."

"And this lady and that gentleman?"

She looked at Sirius, whose face was still a little red and who glanced at Omer from time to time, and also looked at Nishizaki Yutaka, who was standing by the stone pillar in the distance and seemed very bored, looking at this side and his mobile phone at a higher frequency than Sirius.

"Yes, that broken man is involved in more cases than just the theater case. We are all related investigators."

"Just an investigator, not an enemy?" Arturo was very perceptive to subtle points.

"I can't answer on their behalf, but if I were to say so myself, that man is more of a valuable independent variable than an enemy. Do you understand this expression?"

"Mathematics? It's a difficult subject to avoid."

"There is also consistency. Just like someone once said that algebra is like music score. What matters is not whether you can understand the score, but whether you can understand the melody," Omer said, putting down his teacup. "But this is a digression. The point is that if I want to treat it as an independent variable, I must first understand its appearance well enough."

"If that's the reason, you've arrived just in time."

"Oh?"

"In fact, the playwright of this theater is a very bad but very eager to work... um... birdman." She sounded like she chewed on the title a little, but the title she threw out did not seem to be the result of a real deliberate decision. "The night after that man violently destroyed the theater, the birdman wrote a play based on the remaining records at that time, and urged us to rehearse in the morning."

When she talked about this, her expression was full of disgust, which made Omar feel a little mentally balanced, but after the balance, he had to return to reality and worry about a hidden danger.

"Can I see the remaining records?" he asked.

"No, didn't Mr. Omer hear that we have a new piece?"

“I think it’s still an unfinished product.”

"All I need is some string music to express myself, and a few candidates to test my response. For you, I don't mind working overtime~"

"Hmm?" Sirius frowned.

"That sounds a little ambiguous. I think you need to express it more clearly." Having seen many gods and men, Omar is no stranger to this ambiguous style of speaking.

"I am very curious about your thoughts and will, especially your extraordinary restraint at the moment, which can even completely resist my music."

"Didn't he just not hide his disappointment at all?" Sirius was surprised.

"Indeed, you have the mind to block out my piano music. What exactly made you depressed just now? Can you tell me a little bit?"

"It's not important." Omar said seriously with a straight face.

"What's important is that we thank you for your enthusiasm. Although I don't mind this kind of interaction, it's a big deal. We need to report it to the relevant people first and seek their consent."

"Ah? What do I need to agree to?" Sirius was surprised again.

"The speed of her convalescence indicates the old lady's assent," replied Homais.

"In order to investigate how she was found by the Moon Symbol and nearly attacked, and to prevent me from being held responsible for the psychological shock you will suffer, we need permission."

"What? Why are you being held accountable? Would I be scared by something like this!?"

"What kind of place do you think the Gulangiel Theater is? Why does it need a musician like Miss Arturo?"

"Just a reminder for you. The key lies in Freudian psychoanalysis and naturalistic drama."

Something happened to my residence, so I have to move back to Chengdu for a while before the end of the month, which means I will have some trouble sending my computer.

In short, try not to take leave, it is also a test