Zhou Lin

Morning, March 29, 2219.

In a mansion in Crystal County.

Every morning, Muhammad would sit in his spacious living room and have a hot breakfast with a pot of freshly brewed Longjing, and today was no exception.

Because he likes to listen to some music while eating breakfast, there is a set of speakers on the wall opposite his dining room table—a set that is so expensive that you can’t help but double-check it two or three times after hearing the price.

As said in a certain movie: "Standing in front of such a set of equipment, if you close your eyes, you will think that someone is really playing or singing in front of you."

Today, Mohammed plays Bach’s Unaccompanied Cello Suite No. 1 in G major, one of his favorites.

This...is a sign that he is in a good mood.

As the music flowed, he even closed his eyes several times, raised his chopsticks and waved them gently, with a look of intoxication on his face.

However, at this moment, at the junction of the Eurasian continent, there are countless creatures dancing in the hell of blood and fire.

A tragedy later known as the "Iron Curtain" took place on this morning.

Since the "Destruction of Tiandu" event more than a hundred years ago, mankind has not experienced war damage on this scale for more than a century; for the vast majority of people living in this era, "one day, a group of people will They would never imagine a flash of light and a searing wave of air suddenly appearing, taking away your life and everything around you.

Therefore, when this kind of harm comes without warning, they will be particularly shocked, helpless, sad, and angry...

But at the time, no one knew who was responsible for this large-scale indiscriminate bombing campaign targeting several counties; under the propaganda offensive that the federal government had prepared, almost all the people believed that this was an atrocity committed by the rebels.

Beep-beep-

Just as Muhammad was enjoying the music, food, and "victory", the tablet he placed on the table suddenly rang.

Hearing the sound, he glanced at the screen and found that an unknown, unregistered number had sent him a request for video communication. After a slight hesitation, he stood up the tablet and clicked the "Connect" button.

"Do you know me?" Zi Lin didn't be polite to the other party. He asked directly as soon as the scene came out.

"Of course I know you. You are Zi Lin..." Muhammad responded with his unusually hoarse voice and a calm tone, "You are the one talking about the reverse cross now, right?"

Zi Lin did not answer this question, but asked: "Are you the one doing the talking at the tea party now?"

Muhammad understood what the other party meant: "The tea banquet has always been decided by the member codenamed 'Longjing', you should know this."

Zi Lin shrugged: "Reverse Cross has never had any real talkers, you should know this too."

"That's it..." Muhammad sneered, "Oh, then you don't seem to be qualified to chat with me." As he said that, he picked up the chopsticks he had just put down, tapped them on the table, and prepared to continue eating. .

"If I had a dollar every time I heard the word 'qualification' uttered from the mouth of a despicable person like you, I would definitely be a millionaire now," Zi Lin said.

"Watch your words, young man." Muhammad didn't get angry even after being scolded. He just put the food into his mouth leisurely and sucked it with a satisfied look on his face for a few seconds.

"The words I used are just describing the obvious facts, and there is nothing wrong with that." Zi Lin continued with a smile, "You are sitting there like a human being, eating Chinese breakfast and drinking fine tea. But playing music that is incompatible with it to be fashionable is called nondescript; your hand holding the chopsticks is too far forward and does not even pass the center line, which is called poor appearance; when you align the chopsticks, you knock the table, which is called vulgar; you When you eat, you like to put it in your mouth and suck it for a few seconds, which is called poverty; if you have violated so many traditional taboos without knowing it, it is called ignorance; because you got the name of "Longjing", you think you are the one who "calls the shots" Of course, this is called arrogance; you did a scene where the thief shouts to catch the thief, thinking that it was exquisite and completed, which is called stupidity; you did not show due respect when talking to me, who is a member of the Anti-Cross. and reverence, this is called death...

"To sum up, you, a poor-looking, vulgar, ignorant, arrogant, and nondescript idiot, think that I need so-called 'qualifications' to talk to you. This is shameless...that is, Despicable."

When Zi Lin said this, Muhammad froze and his face became very ugly.

Muhammad had never been criticized like this in his life. What was most annoying was that he couldn't find a point to refute.

"Now listen, I came to contact you specifically today, just to tell you two things." Zi Lin didn't wait for his answer, then continued, "First, don't think that what you are doing is the end. In troubled times, on the contrary...that was just the first act of this drama.”

He paused and then continued: "Secondly..." I don't know what he thought of, but Zi Lin suddenly showed a malicious smile, "Do you think the person who created this piece of music at this moment was Bach who composed it? Or the musicians who played it?”

"What do you mean?" Mohammed did not directly respond to this question that sounded like a trap.

"What I mean is... if 'Tea Banquet' is a piece of music, I hope you can play it more carefully." Zi Lin smiled and said, "That way when Bach comes to slap you, at least you can still use it." I tried my best' to defend myself."

Muhammad stared at Zi Lin for a few seconds, but he really didn't understand the other person's implication, so he replied with four words: "I don't know what it means."

"You don't need to understand what I'm saying right away. If you really understand, it will make things a lot less fun." Zi Lin continued, "In short, what I want to tell you are these two things... I hope you can Cheer up and don't rush to celebrate the 'victory' that only exists in your own imagination, because the game between the reverse cross, the tea party, and the Federation... this has just begun."