Dragon Nation: Fujimaru-san is saving the world

Chapter 56
Fujimaru Tachika walked casually.

This is the first time she has come to Tokyo Tower, so it is also the first time she knows that after entering this floor, she needs to push the safety door again to climb the shining stairs and walk step by step to the special observation deck on the high place .

The girl's shoes lightly touched the ground, making abrupt and discordant sounds again and again on the dead-silent observation deck.

But in fact, the girl knows it when she takes the first step.

The king is on top.

She is a top-notch hybrid that rivals Yuan Zhisheng. Even if the wind and rain are beating on the window outside, she can easily hear the sound of a person's heartbeat, the small waves splashed by ice cubes thrown into the spirits, and——

"Symphony No. [-], first movement."

The dead silence was planned by the sudden music, and the movement began to spread in this special observation deck.The double bass starts with an empty accent, and the bassoon plays a moan-like melody in the lower register, while the other instruments continue like a sigh.

A restless and gloomy atmosphere began to fill this space. This was the general king's welcome ceremony for the girl.

He said in the invitation letter that he only receives distinguished guests who are qualified to come here.

At this moment, he is happily sharing his beloved movement with the guests who visit him.

The girl listened to the music and stepped on the bright path to heaven, but her tone was so disrespectful, she spoke naturally.

"B minor, 4/4 time, sonata form - Tchaikovsky's Sixth Symphony is not a particularly popular piece, do you like it?"

As mentioned before, the girl has learned a lot in her life, and music is one of them.

And this Tchaikovsky's "Sixth Symphony" is known as the author's most complacent work.

Anxiety, restlessness, strange lightness and tranquility, solemnity, darkness, and despair.

Tchaikovsky described the four movements in his diary as: Youth, Love, Disappointment and Death, which set the final chapter for the controversy of this song. Death can also be interpreted as the sorrow of being unable to struggle and escape.

Most of those who like to listen to him have a learning attitude, and those who put him in the playlist for loop are more or less unique.

"Works are often given a noble name, while the value of objects is based on rarity. If too many people understand, that famous painting will no longer be a famous painting, and a famous song will no longer be a famous song."

A man's voice sounded, it was the first time Fujimaru Tatsuka talked with the king, and naturally it was also the first time he heard his voice.

It was a sound like a pipe organ, grand and solemn, but there was an uncomfortable hoarseness hidden in it.To make an inappropriate analogy, it is like someone secretly cooking sweet potatoes in a gorgeous pipe organ, and stuffing a few wooden forks into it.

Of course, it's more likely that Tatsuka Fujimaru was upset about this person, so he made up his mind.

The girl walked unhurriedly. The current time is 11:59. Fujimaru Tachika knew that it was useless to be anxious. Kaguya Hime had already made a clear profile of the general's personality, and she didn't even need AI to check it. Xiang's experience analysis can also roughly infer this person's character.

Strong ambition, strong desire for monopoly, strong desire for control, extreme caution, regardless of means but cares about the sense of ritual.

—he must have loved bedwetting, arson, and animal cruelty as a child.

The end of this kind of person is probably that he will be unable to extricate himself from being immersed in his own world. Everything must be staged according to the script he arranged, otherwise he will simply hide around like a mouse, waiting for the next opportunity.

So the most efficient behavior is not to rush up and grab him by the neck, but to wait patiently until his so-called twelve o'clock, and talk one or two according to his game rules.

and so--

The girl put her hands in her trouser pockets, and finally stepped on the ground of the special observation deck.

In front of him is the king general, the apex of the so-called fierce ghosts, the darkest and most foul-smelling cancer in this country.

The man stood by the window, wearing a straight military uniform, a wide belt around his waist, and a gorgeous purple scarf around his neckline, like a Prussian nobleman walking out of a portrait.

——Provided that he didn't wear the chilling Noh mask on his face.

The man's face was hidden in a shadow, and the orange light of the observation deck was obviously a warm tone, but it couldn't warm the man's weird and chilling face.

Pure white, pale, bloodless white.

The eyes are narrow but slender and distorted, not like a human being, more like an exaggerated portrait made in ancient times.The lips are thick scarlet, and it is a bit inappropriate to describe it with the color of blood. The color dyed on the pure white canvas is just so dirty and disgusting.

Japanese culture is full of mourning, death, despair, horror, and incomprehensible paleness.

Fujimaru Tachika, a sunny girl, has never been able to synchronize with these thoughts, so she neither likes disqualification in the world, nor does she like the overly coquettish Kazakh makeup of Japanese dolls. Not interested in the bottom of my heart.

What she likes are flowers, holy swords and round shields with snowflakes on them, heroes and mortals who set foot on the road with their backs looking forward to heroes.

So when she saw Wang Jiang's face, she showed a completely French-style disgusted expression.The girl picked up the walkie-talkie, covered it with her palm, and said something indifferently into it.

[Confirm that the king will be in the special watchtower and ask for support from the main family. 】

After finishing speaking, the girl continued to maintain the disgusted face of an acquaintance, which was shining with contempt.

She didn't take the lead in attacking, but spoke on the previous topic.

"So—you think you can understand this piece, you are "special"?"

"Ha ha ha ha ha"

Surprisingly, the king seemed very satisfied with the girl's reaction. He stretched his body as if he had received a gift from his heart, and the frozen Noh mask seemed to be alive.

Laughed even worse.

"It's not just me."

General Wang answered the girl's question, but added as if feeling dissatisfied.

"The moment you come to this place without heaven and earth, it means that you are my guest and we are equal."

"Look, we're standing on the highest place in all of Tokyo."

"Looking at the bustling traffic below and the feasting lights in the market, we overlook the people rushing for their lives. The traffic flow is like a lost firefly in the night, fleeing to the distance, as if trying to escape this colorful cage in Tokyo."

"We open the most expensive food in the world, drink one bottle, gesticulate in our throats, pour the other bottle on the floor, and watch the transparent tons of banknotes flow down the cracks in the floor, leaving dry and ugly trails , evaporated into meaninglessness.”

The man opened his arms, the Noh mask gradually came out of the shadows, and the king exposed his military uniform to the light, speaking calmly but passionately.

"It's not ridiculous that we have the right and the responsibility to decide what's right."

His voice was contagious, and regardless of what was said, a leader who can talk about himself in a rhythmic rhythm is always a good fit.His body language is aroused and infectious, as if he was born to compete for the presidency of the lighthouse.

But words that don't match the preamble can deceive the Texans at most, Fujimaru Tatsuka just looked at him calmly.

"Do not--"

The girl sighed, and said without even looking at the man.

"You're a little bit wrong."

"Oh?"

General Wang seemed more interested after being refuted. He nodded hastily, and walked gracefully towards the girl, as if he wanted to get closer to Tachika Fujimaru.

He seemed very interested.

He is eager to know the girl's thoughts on this city, her views on human beings, and her desire for this world.

She actually wanted to refute the conclusion that "she and she are special", so how could she refute it?

He wanted to see, peek into the girl's heart from those simple words, and he wanted to know whether the girl was a new chess player, or a vase for people to appreciate, a spokesperson.

He thinks that the latter is most likely to be the case, so the "we" in his mouth is just shouting from the air.

But even so, he wanted to see who could make waves in his decades-long plan.

He walked faster and faster, as if impatient, like a murderous monster pulling a chainsaw and approaching step by step in a gourmet B-grade movie. With that horrifying mask, people will subconsciously have the urge to retreat in fear.

But Fujimaru Tachika will not.

She just looked at him, raised her hands with palms outward, and said with a straight face——

"Sorry, I'm not an adult yet, so I can't drink alcohol."

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Wang Jiang's forward trend stopped, his left foot slid ten centimeters close to the ground due to inertia, and his right foot froze in midair.

This sentence?

Are you refuting this sentence? ! ! ?

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Ps:

As a preview, the approximate content and information content of the next few chapters may be more complicated.

The following plot should be the collision of Fujimaru Tatsuka and Wang Jiang's ideas, and how Fujimaru-san can get the elements behind it by analyzing Wang Jiang's behavior, and finally find a way to make the two stand on the same level. Otherwise, no matter what Beating life and death is nothing more than Schrödinger's doctor.

When I am having fun, the plot in my mind is very reasonable and cool, but I am not very sure whether it is in line with the reading habits of readers-so if you are interested in the next few chapters, please tell me how you feel after reading it.

——It’s really not possible. How about I try to write faster and write the cool part in one go? (impossible)

Speaking of which, my grades have plummeted so much that I have no brains. Is there any plot that has become poisonous?In fact, if you want me to write a joking journey to salvation, I can write it. Anyway, I hope that the big guys can stop raising books or try not to raise them. The children will be scared so that their sphincter muscles relax.

(End of this chapter)