Chapter 2 The eight-point rest of fate - pretense

Sally was painting her bright red lips when she heard the knock on the door. In the afternoon, Sally was spending time alone in the apartment. She wanted to do the cooking, but suddenly changed her subject in the middle, and then sat in front of the vanity mirror, wanting to try Lily Resch's new makeup method that was published in the pictorial.She thinks that kind of thrush method is quite suitable for cutting-edge models, and it will soon become popular in the fashion industry. Sally, who is busy with work, changes dozens of sets of clothes a day, and her mood changes endlessly with different clothes.

She, who was in a cloudy and sunny mood, looked very surprised at the moment, and then sighed, blowing away the scent of soup and meat from the slow-fired pot.This is a home-cooked dish that Jill, the model's friend, must order every time she returns to Paris-beef and vegetable soup. There was something unusual about the knock on the door. There were four rapid rings, and four more knocks. (Who could it be? At a time like this...) Sally left the dressing table, hesitated for a moment, and slightly opened the entrance door to take a look.In the corridor of the apartment, there stood a figure bathed in the setting sun.

The shadow entered the room as if pushing Sally away, and pressed the door button with its backhand. "What's wrong? Suddenly..." Sally's eyes widened, and she was astonished at the sudden appearance of someone who shouldn't be here. An ominous premonition flitted through her mind, but before this premonition could be clearly formed, the hands of the figure had already circled her neck. "Don't strangle me." She reflexively wanted to yell out. — the neck is not good.It will be hailed as an oriental miracle in the New York Times! But she didn't have a chance to make a sound at all, and she didn't have the slightest room to resist.

Sally has a height of 170 centimeters and an unusually thin figure of 32 kilograms. Among Japanese women, she is amazing, and it is also her weapon to ascend to the highest throne in the fashion industry, but at this moment, she cannot become a murderer who resists and keeps weapon of life. Seven seconds later, she fell on the bed, feeling her consciousness sinking into the darkness, and vaguely heard the murderer whistling. ㄇ一ㄇ一ㄇ一・ㄉㄛ——ㄖㄟㄖㄟㄖㄟㄒ一 --what!It's "fate"!That knock on the door...four times, and four times...but why did he suddenly appear here? ...and why did you attack me? ...Why, want me to die? ...

That night, the fifth movement of the same Beethoven symphony was played simultaneously in another place. It was the Osaka Nison Stadium, 600 meters away from Tokyo. At seven o'clock in the afternoon, the stadium was packed with crowds, which was a little out of tune with the desertedness at nightfall.Most of the spectators are women, and in the center of the court stands a transparent glass castle. Seven o'clock in the afternoon - exactly. All the lights that had been shining brightly in the early summer night suddenly went out. The woman's uproar and commotion penetrated the growing darkness.

ㄇ一ㄇ一ㄇ一・ㄉㄛ——ㄖㄟㄖㄟㄖㄟㄒ一 A booming note reminiscent of the chirping of the earth began.The darkness is like a huge stone, fused with the mournful notes, piercing the sky together and breaking into pieces. The beam of light also suddenly lights up with the music, and the lights suddenly emerge, like a planet exploding, countless colors are scattered, beautiful and brilliant. Music is the first movement of "Destiny".It is composed of countless eighth notes in series, flowing like waves, but it is accompanied by bright colors dancing on the stage-the lights suddenly go out again. While being bewildered by the sudden darkness, a light suddenly appeared below the center of the stadium.The lights move in all directions, giving people the illusion that the Glass City seems to be floating up from the ground, towering alone in the sky.

Now here is no longer a stadium in the city, but turned into an amphitheater in ancient Greece. In a corner of the City of Light, black flames ignited—the woman in front of her was a woman wrapped in black clothes.Like wearing thirteen layers of unlined clothing, layers of black gauze are entwined, reminiscent of flying feather butterflies. When she spread her sleeves like a butterfly spreading its wings, she began to dance to the rhythm of the music.Behind those wings, another butterfly danced out again. The look is different, but the clothes are still the same jet black color - the trendy and bold hair and makeup are all black.The decorations such as earrings and bracelets are also black, and through the irregular reflection of the glass, the lights of any color make them emit gorgeous light.

Black butterflies danced out one by one, and after a while, the condensed black had flooded the entire castle.The butterflies' gentle but sad figures continued to overlap and dance wildly, searching for the nectar hidden in the darkness. Scene change. The ancient moonlight awakens from the ruins, and a group of fossilized butterflies dances like a phantasm. ——Eighty years, return to the era of lock country—— That's the subtitle for this show of exotic clothing. The music changes in an instant, dancing to the night sky. The huge net carried by four helicopters was scattered from the sky.

This giant net decorated with luminous light flutters in the wind above. In the night of the metropolis, like the incarnation of the goddess of dawn, it slowly falls to the ground while weaving various rays of light. The giant net fluttering like waves directly above the court swallowed groups of butterflies.The light illuminates the butterflies in the web, as if comforting the distressed butterflies trapped in the spider web. Explosive notes led the music to the highest peak, and suddenly the lights went out again-the next moment, the glass castle spewed fire.It turned out that the castle was not made of glass. In an instant, flames and black smoke rose up, and the castle collapsed.

The afterimage of the flames remained in the reddened night. ㄇ一ㄇ一ㄇ一・ㄉㄛ——ㄖㄟㄖㄟㄖㄟㄒ一 The main theme of "Fate" sounded again. Amidst the gorgeous music, a helicopter appeared in the sky, slowly landed on the field, and a man walked out of the cabin. "Courtesy!" The woman's frenzied cries echoed in the night. The lights are condensed, and the focus is on one person. He is wearing a black tuxedo, black butterfly bow tie and sunglasses, making him look like an alien emissary. Applause and cheers sounded from all directions. After answering the cheers with a V signal, he boarded the plane and left. The roar of the helicopter melted into the night sky, and the lights were as bright as day.

At some point, the butterflies, cobwebs and remains of the castle on the stage have disappeared, and the stadium has returned to its former glory.It was as if these eight minutes were just a short dream, leaving no clues, only a piece of green lawn, lonely hugging the earth.