From Prisoner to Si Chen..

Chapter 503 Shanda
“This is the secret history of where we are.”

At this time, Gillan heard the voice of "Director".

He turned his head and was shocked to find that the scene around him had changed at some point.

It is no longer the boundless flower garden of Mahab, the home of God.

But it is in a spacious and luxurious theater.

It was very dark all around, and thousands of leather seats were empty. Only the "director" wearing a white astronaut uniform and a round helmet was sitting in the middle of the front row.

It was as if the entire theater was open just for Him.

"I went back in time and caused Alice's death, which led to the development of everything that happened later."

The director said to himself.

A calm, muffled voice came from beneath the helmet and echoed in the theater.

"My dear friend, this is the only solution you have given. Only in this way can we escape the fate of endless fighting between the two of us."

"Unfortunately, I failed."

"I was eventually targeted by the world's laws. After returning to the normal timeline, I was immediately targeted by the three major art schools. I can't wait until the day you travel through time..."

"?!"

Gillan stood there, looking at the "director" sitting in the audience in front of him, confused.

Deng!
Ta-da!
At this time.

The silent theater was suddenly filled with dull sounds.

Ji Lan suddenly turned his head and looked.

Suddenly, twelve red lights lit up on the huge stage, illuminating the stage in scarlet light.

The huge red curtain slowly opened to both sides.

A spotlight shone in the center.

A man appeared.

The man was wearing a black suit, a top hat, and had waist-length black hair.

His face was hidden in the darkness and could not be seen clearly.

In his left hand he held a piece of parchment with a hymn written on it, and in his right hand he held a thin baton.

There is also a white dove standing on his hat.

"October Hour, 'White Dove Poet' Du Wei."

The voice of "director" gently entered Gillan's ears.

"Huh?" Jilan was surprised.

The poet on the stage took a step forward and stood on the cylindrical steps.

He raised his hand.

The baton is raised and erected.

Bang! !

Another light shone down.

I saw a noble lady in a green evening gown with her hair tied up, sitting upright in a high-backed chair with a cello between her legs.

She held the bow in her right hand, the neck of the guitar in her left hand, and her slender fingers rested on the thumbsticks.

"Mrs. June's Hour, Cynthia."

The "director" also revealed the identity of this lady.

Ji Lan was shocked again. Two Si Chens? !

buzz-

The cello was played, making a sad whimper, and an extremely depressing atmosphere flowed in the theater.

The poet waved his baton again.

Bang! !

A beam of light fell again.

Two figures, a man and a woman, appeared on the other side of "Madam Ya". They each held a violin and played slowly.

The hoarse and melodious tune blends into the sobs of the cello, interweaving together, as if the jury is echoing the judge's severe judgment.

Ding ding dong dong…

Further ahead, a middle-aged man in a tuxedo, with his back to the audience, was sitting in front of a piano, his fingers dancing and pressing the keys, producing music like the tinkling of spring water.

A tall and thin lady in a bright red evening gown stood behind the poet, singing melodiously in a high voice.

"April Apostle 'Painted World Girl' Avril, 'Triangle Jazz' Pablo, 'Mr. Qin' Gago, 'Nightingale' Belu..."

The voice of "Director" came again.

Jilan couldn't help but take a deep breath. Four more apostles!
The poet's emotions grew more and more excited, and he raised his left hand from behind his back, holding the baton high in his arm.

Bang! !

The lights fell again.

Lighting up a new stage area.

Three men appeared in the light. One of them had his face covered by an origami bird, one wore a skeleton mask, and one had his face covered with a black cloth.

The three of them sang together, with the bass taking charge of the chorus, echoing the singing of the red-skirted "Nightingale".

"The October Apostle 'Paper Bird' Ander, 'Song of the Gods' Yasirs, 'Spirit King' Loserxiu..."

The director's voice remained calm.

The poet shook his head and was very intoxicated.

He turned his right hand in a circle and pointed again.

Bang! !

The lights fell again.

This time, a dancing couple appeared, the lady in a black dress and veil, the man in a white shirt and hat.

The two danced gorgeously and mesmerizingly.

On one side of the piano stand, there was a middle-aged man holding a brass pipe, blowing a high-pitched sound.

"June Apostle 'Black Swan' Siegel, 'White Hat' Pantsi, 'Stonemason' Anthony..."

The director said again.

Gillan was completely numb.

He stared at the stage.

Two Sichen, ten apostles!
They are playing together, creating this grand performance. And the audience——

Just for the "director"!
And this is not over yet!
The poet suddenly touched his chest, bent over, and pointed his baton downwards, straight to the ground.

All the music disappeared.

The spotlight converges toward the center.

Lights up a lady in a black dress.

The lady held white flowers in her hands, and her black veil covered her face, revealing only her red lips.

"April Sichen 'Miss Elegy'."

The director sighed.

Jilan's pupils shrank sharply. All the members of the Three Arts Divisions were present, and their apostles were also present!

At this time, "Miss Elegy" said, "Mr. Clark, I am honored to perform for you."

"The strings are swords, the drum beats are hammers, wherever the command goes, there is killing intent."

"With my voice, I invite you to the grave!!!"

After that, she opened her red lips slightly and let out the most beautiful singing voice in the world.

As soon as the beautiful melody sounded, the music on the stage appeared.

The baton in the poet's hand draws a graceful arc.

A supreme and grand performance has begun!

The "director" sat in the front row of the empty auditorium, a shiny black helmet covering his face.

Gillan, however, felt strong emotions.

“The greatest work in the world is a hymn to human art.”

The director spoke in a hoarse voice, as if in great pain.

“Whether art can become great requires the precipitation and testing of time, as well as people’s familiarity and appreciation. Only art that transcends time is true art.”

“Time is the most severe judge.”

"After I die, I believe time will tell you the answer, what is true art..."

boom! ! !
On the stage, the lady sang loudly.

Jilan felt that his vision was distorted.

The fear in my heart reached its peak.

At this moment, he seemed to empathize with the "director" and was besieged by the three artistic directors.

A sense of déjà vu of death arises spontaneously.

Ding! ! !
Scarlet hints of light shone.

Jilan received the strongest warning since the time travel.

He had a premonition, the next second.

Just the next second.

He will die without a burial place!

'Colorful! Exit! !'

Gillan screamed in his heart.

hum-

Suddenly, everything went dark.

All sounds disappeared and there was dead silence.

...

...

When Gilan regained consciousness.

He was slumped over, sweating all over, his head aching.

"Humph……"

Jilan groaned in pain and struggled to get up from the ground.

Look at the curtain on the wall again.

The movie seems to have ended.

This time, there was no credit list on the black screen, only a white message from the "director":

"My dear friend, when you see this real film, I will have already perished. From now on, you will be the only one left in this secret history..."

"Please be careful with art. Don't attract their attention before you are absolutely sure. You are a time traveler like me, and you will definitely be wiped out by them."

"If you have the chance, follow the method I told you and go to other secret histories. Take a trip, walk around, and take a look. You will definitely gain a lot."

"If possible, please apologize to the other you in 'Secret History A' for not being able to fulfill my promise."

"Although I have never met you, I think we will become very good friends..."

“My story ends here.”

"Next, it's your wonderful chapter."

"Miss Alice and I will embrace each other at the end of death and appreciate your art together, my dear friend."

Click.

The projector stopped.

The image on the screen disappears.

Jilan sat down on the ground, with cold sweat on his forehead, breathing heavily, and fell into a long silence.

half an hour.

"It turns out that Mr. Clark, the 'director', has long passed away..."

He murmured in a low voice.

Only now does Gillan understand why the “director’s” final film was titled “Curtain Call.”

Because it is His record of His own death.

In the message, the "director" mentioned that he had a method to convey the "secret history travel", but Gillan didn't know it.

"So, that method is in the content of "Curtain Call #1"?"

Gillan sighed.

He felt inexplicably depressed.

Perhaps it was the death of the "director", perhaps it was the exhaustion after knowing the truth, or perhaps it was the horrific performance by the "Three Artistic Sichens".

In short, Jilan was extremely melancholy.

"Fortunately, I did learn a way to break through the limitations of the world's laws from this movie..."

Gillan took a deep breath.

He rubbed his throbbing temples and got up from the ground.

Then, he took "Curtain Call #Exit" off the projector, thought for a moment, and put it directly into the "ether bubble".

"It seems that this film cannot be given to the "record meeting". Whether it is the important secret history implied in it or the pictures of the "grand performance", it is absolutely harmful to them. "

Gillan thought.

Others don't have "color" and can quit at any time.

It can be said that in this world, anyone other than Gillan will surely die if he watches "Curtain Call".

There was no chance of survival.

Because it records the death of the "director".

It is the "supreme performance" of the "Three Artistic Hours" plus the ten apostles.

Even if an ascender watches "Curtain Call", it would probably be dangerous!

This is a death film.

'It seems that the "director" knows my uniqueness, which can be seen from the "Bilan" that He possesses, which is similar to "Banlan".'

Ji Lan secretly thought.

(End of this chapter)