War Paradise

In the miserable situation with only three audience members, the singing of the Holy Monsters began.

The irritable metal music resounded throughout the bar, but the lead singer’s voice was unusually cold, and he sang strange lyrics with a voice that was completely incompatible with the atmosphere of the song:

"He was born on a bright moonlit night, and there was a voice calling him."

"Since life is so bleak, it's better to join our carnival."

"He changed from a human to a monster, but his smile became brighter."

"If this world is destined to be like this, it's better to go into the dark!"

Although some AIs can indeed write lyrics, this kind of lyrics is obviously not written by a computer. Hearing the robot lead singer sings lyrics with a deep voice that sounds very negative, Lin Chi shook his head: "How sad is this writer? what……"

"Maybe just to write this style." Frankenstein said.

"No, lyrics are often poured into the lyricist's own feelings. For example, a guy once had a speaker stolen during a performance, and he was so distraught that he wrote a famous desperate song." Lin Chi smiled.

"Will the speaker be grief-stricken after being stolen?" Frankenstein's voice contained obvious doubts.

"So artists are all weird people, even if they smoke a cigarette, they may be distraught." Lin Chi whispered nonsense with Frankenstein while continuing to listen to the songs of the Holy Monster Band.

The heavy roar of the bass drum shook the eardrums, and the robot lead singer continued to sing some dejected lyrics. Although the song sounds strange in style, Lin Chi's interest is actually not very high.

Robot bands of the level like the Holy Monster Band can be said to be a lot of them on the Internet. Many popular tuners use virtual singers to produce songs, which are much more reliable than this.

The songs of this band reveal an atmosphere of amateurs. Even if they are posted on a music website, they belong to the kind of existence that will be buried without any response.

"Do you still want to continue listening? I plan to go home and sleep." Lin Chi whispered.

"Listen before leaving." Frankenstein's tone was firm.

"Okay...then finish listening to this song." Lin Chi leaned on the sofa in a "Ge Youtan" motion, waiting for the Holy Monster Band to complete their first song performance.

Lin Chi, who was too lazy to continue listening, was about to taste the brandy he had never drunk before. The chorus lyrics sung by the lead vocalist made his right hand reaching for the wine glass suddenly stopped:

"Awaken, confused people."

"Hurry up and listen to the call of the Creator."

"Thirteen gods stay in the distance."

"The monsters are howling in excitement..."

...

"Ok?"

Hearing this lyrics, Lin Chi frowned slightly, put his right hand down slowly, and stared at the skull mask on the vocalist's face:

——Is it a coincidence?

Although the lyrics of this song sound like they were written by humans, the content is somewhat subtly consistent with the situation in a certain game. However, it is impossible to judge anything by the lyrics alone, and there is a high possibility of coincidence.

The number "thirteen" in Europe and the United States symbolizes darkness and ominousness, but it fits the style of the song very well. The writer may choose this number only for this reason.

"You like it very much." Frankenstein's voice came from the earphones.

"No, I just think it's a bit strange." Lin Chi stared at the lead singer who was dangling on the stage with a slightly stiff motion: "These robot songs are a bit interesting. We can listen to it for a while."

"what!"

The vocal's hoarse roar sounded like a heavy metal band. Next, the guitar SOLO, which was in charge of the robot musician, had impeccable technical skills. Lin Chi, who was leaning on the sofa, also began to have a little "hot blood." a feeling of.

He asked Frankenstein to search the band's name on the Internet, but he could not find any information. It seems that this sacred monster band is indeed the same as Lin Chi thought before. It belongs to the kind of robot band that has just been formed and has no popularity at all... nothing more.

But is this really the case?

"The ruthless executors slaughtered monsters, but those monsters will not succumb."

"Even if we die in their hands, our hearts are still burning."

"Resist, against the wind of destruction that swept across."

"Under the leadership of the queen, raising the flag, the monsters launched the final charge!"

...

If I suspected that the lyrics were a coincidence just now, Lin Chi was already basically certain that the lyricist of this song definitely knew something.

In any case, the lyrics and what happened in "War Paradise" are really too consistent. It is unrealistic to be able to happen to this degree by coincidence.

"What's the origin of this band?" Looking at the robots on stage, Lin Chi had a strong suspicion in his heart.

Just as he was staring at a few robots on the stage, a figure suddenly appeared on the next seat. The woman who had been sitting in the other corner came over and sat across from Lin Chi with her hand in her hand. Still holding that glass of brightly colored cocktail.

"Can I sit down here?" the woman asked.

"You've already sat down." Lin Chi looked at the other side while speaking.

The other party was wearing a dark blue professional attire, with her long hair tied behind her head. The refraction of the bar light made her smile look very strange. The dark eyes behind the glasses lens, and Lin did not blink. Look at each other late.

Just looking at the appearance, this guy is a bit like a single female white-collar worker who comes to a bar to spend time after get off work, but Lin Chi knows very well that if this is the case, this guy shouldn't come to talk to him.

In the loud music, Lin Chi asked loudly: "Are you busy?"

"I'm just lonely." The woman chuckled and shook the glass: "Are you here alone?"

"My wife is watching the live broadcast. She likes this kind of music very much." Lin Chi said, pointing to the phone leaning on his glass.

"Cut, it's really boring." The woman snorted, her face seemingly worsened.

"I'm not your wife." Frankenstein's scolding voice sounded from the earphones.

Lin Chi ignored the Frankenstein who was observing the outside world through the mobile phone, just fixed his gaze on the woman's face, waiting for the other party's next answer.

——This guy's body movements look very natural, and his skin looks like a human being, which is obviously different from the realistic robots on the stage. If nothing happens, it should be a real human being.

So, will she know about this band? Or is it that this woman is the one who wrote the lyrics?

When Lin Chi was thinking about it, the white-collar young woman had already spoken again, with a little playfulness in her voice: "Why are you watching this show?"

"I don't know, maybe it's the same as you." Lin Chi replied.