War Paradise

Leaving the robot-operated gift shop, Lin Chi took the Frankenstein "possessed" in his cell phone, and continued to roam the street at night.

Bright street lights and neon lights of various shops make this city a colorful city that never sleeps. Lin Chi walked hurriedly on the sidewalk, a cool night breeze blowing on his face.

Although it is still a bit sultry during the day, it is now September and it can be regarded as autumn. It may not take long before the temperature will drop.

"Go home? I should go to bed." Lin Chi said, yawning, and was about to turn around and leave.

"Wait a minute." Frankenstein said, "There is activity ahead."

"what?"

Lin Chi looked up to the front of the sidewalk, and saw a few female-shaped robots standing in front of a purple sign bar, holding a shining sign in his hand, waving tirelessly.

"Half price at the supermarket?" Lin Chi narrowed his eyes.

"This is a bar." Frankenstein said coldly.

"I'm just kidding." Lin Chi said and walked over. When the two robots in front of the bar saw "customers" patronizing, they immediately became more excited:

"Sir, do you want to play in the end of the world bar? The "Holy Monsters" band has just arrived here! They will perform in this bar for four days!"

——Is it the band’s performance...

Looking at the sign that read "Holy Monster" in the robot's hand, Lin Chi asked in a low voice, "Do you want to see it?"

"Yeah." Frankenstein replied instantly.

Although this kind of performance only needs to search the Internet to find a lot of different kinds, but the Frankenstein who is "traveling" on the street seems to be very interested in watching the performance live.

"Well, for your sake..."

Having said that, Lin Chi is also slightly interested in band performances. After all, in this era, everyone basically listens to music online, and activities such as live concerts are declining. Only a few are very popular. The top celebrities dare to hold it.

With people becoming more and more "dead houses", activities such as bar performances are almost extinct. Those bands and idols whose popularity is sluggish generally record their performances directly and post them online.

It is conceivable that there should be no guests in the performance of the "Holy Monster" band. It is estimated that the scene will be very bleak...

"I want a ticket." Lin Chi said as he took out his mobile phone and paid the money neatly, pushing open the door of the bar, and a psychedelic-style dark red light beam hit on him.

There were as few people in the bar as he thought. Now the band hasn't come on stage. Except for the robot bartender behind the bar, there is only one person sitting in the corner, his figure shrouded in heavy shadows.

Although he couldn't see the other person's face from this angle, Lin Chi could still see that the other person should be a woman just by looking at the two exposed hands and long legs of the other person.

——Women who come to the bar at this time...it seems rather strange.

Of course, Lin Chi was totally uninterested in going over to strike up a conversation. He just ordered a glass of brandy from the robot bartender, then sat in another corner and put on a hood, hiding himself in a dimly lit corner like the woman.

He put his phone on the table, leaning against the cup next to him, just to point the camera at the small stage inside the bar, and he leaned back lazily on the soft sofa, staring at the empty stage.

"Should we be pitted?" He smiled.

For a performance with only two audiences, the average band may leave directly. After all, in this case, it seems that it makes no difference whether it is on stage or not...

Frankenstein did not answer, but suddenly changed the subject: "That woman is weird."

"Yeah, maybe it's my fan or something?" Lin Chi moved his finger: "Maybe he will come over and ask me for an autograph later."

"You are too shameless." Frankenstein commented.

"It's all said that you have to figure out the difference between human's'truth' and'joking'." Lin Chi stared at his mobile phone: "In this case, you can't make friends..."

As soon as his voice fell, the dim red lights in the bar suddenly turned into a blue-purple color. The tone was exaggerated, and it was hard to tell whether it was a human or a robot. It resounded throughout the bar:

"Cheers, the holy monster band is coming soon!"

"Who would cheer?" Lin Chi murmured, and glanced at the other audience sitting at the far end.

The woman didn't make a sound either, she still sat silently in the corner, clasped her hands on the table, and there was a glass of brightly colored cocktail in front of her.

Lin Chi stared at the stage closely, and saw a group of guys wearing black clothes with white skulls painted on their chests coming out of the backstage, carrying their various musical instruments.

Needless to say, these people must be members of the "Holy Monsters" band. The strange thing is that their actions seem to be different from ordinary people...

Looking at the skull mask on the face of the man in black standing in the front, and his moving, somewhat stiff arms, Lin Chi suddenly realized something and whispered, "Could it be a robot band?"

Today, robots have long been integrated into all corners of human society, and they are performing various duties. There will be robot bands, and it’s not surprising at all. However, this kind of band without fans seems to have no meaning.

"Do they compose the lyrics and music by themselves?" Frankenstein's voice was slightly surprised.

"Probably someone wrote it." Lin Chi commented: "If you could really write lyrics and music by yourself, you probably won't appear in this ghost place."

A harsh noise rang out, and the guitarist and bassist standing behind were tuning in. The drummer at the end is also checking his equipment.

Standing at the front of the stage, the vocalist wearing a skull mask raised the microphone and said in a magnetic voice that is completely indistinguishable from a human being: "Hello everyone!"

"Hello." Lin Chi made a low voice, which was overwhelmed by the noise when the speaker was turned on. The other party obviously didn't hear it.

Frankenstein, who is observing the stage through his mobile phone, seems to have raised his tone because of excitement: "They... are my compatriots."

"No, they should have used programs set by humans." Lin Chi ruthlessly shattered the fantasy of Frankenstein, staring at several "people" on the stage.

"Next, I will bring you the original song of our band: "The Night of the Monster Death", I hope you like it!"

The lead singer’s voice contained electronically synthesized magnetism, and the other members of the band stood motionless, ready to start the performance.