In the fifth elimination match, each instance segment could be traced to the death of a ghost, and the password represented the ghost’s obsession.
Caesar hastened to contribute his two cents, “The password is eleven letters! Lu-yi-shi-si...”
Vera’s lips twitched, and she quickly pulled over a biography of Louis XIV from the side, “Louis XIV, 8.”
Wu Jin mused: “Louis XIV’s name...”
Vera: “Louis-Dieudonne, 14 let––” She paused suddenly, “The Sun King, le Roi Soleil, 11 letters!”
Wu Jin took the score away, and the three of them walked down the corridor in Versailles at full speed.
In front of the grand piano, Caesar’s little sister teammate, who was busy eating cashew nuts, was stunned, “You didn’t get lost!”
Caesar was dissatisfied, “How could I get lost! Watch your words!”
The young woman looked back and said, “Heehee, I don’t blame you. And you even brought Sister Vera and Little Witch.”
Then, she gave each of the three of them a handful of cashews.
“Little Ran.” Vera greeted the young woman and told Wu Jin, “A predictive player focused on self-preservation. Her specialty is in hiding, and she’s also known as the Hyacinth phantom tank. In the previous match, she hid all her food and waited for all the other contestants to be eliminated through fainting from starvation while hiding in a tree, and survived to the end.”
Little Ran smirked, then offered Wu Jin another two cashews, her eyes full of care, “Little Witch, can I feed you one...”
Wu Jin froze and was pulled away by the excited Caesar, “Let’s go, let’s go, let’s go, the code for the password box!”
Vera’s almond eyes ticked up, and the pressure of her aura increased.
Little Ran snorted and stuffed the cashews into her own mouth, “Stingy. That wasn’t what you said when you first put together the support group! Something about eating sugar together, cleaning up problems ogether, and even in the end, insisting on cleaning up the CP fans––”
Vera slowly raised up her hand.
Little Ran squeaked and pasted herself up against the side of the piano.
The score for <Te Deum> was put up on the music stand. When Caesar finished cleaning up the scene, the piano rang out melodiously.
The important cornerstone of this French composition was to bring out the magnificent style of Lully’s music to the extreme. The five part string, trumpet, and chorus were summarized in the black and white keys, and flowed out slowly from Wu Jin’s fingertips.
The youth looked up against the light.
At the bottom of the score was the chorus of this 17th Century composition.
We acknowledge thee to be the lord.
All the earth doth worship thee, the Father everlasting––
The music started from the King’s suite and spread out through the ancient castle.
Caesar and Little Ran’s eyes lit up at the same time, “The code box is surfacing!”
Lully’s ghost was alarmed once again, giving up its attempts to seclude itself to try and remove all the trainees who were touching the piano. In the corridor leading to the Hall of Mirrors, Wei Yan held up a machete and snatched away a brand-new instance card from a shivering C-level trainee, and was now looking at the clues on the new card.
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Surprise! The Supposed Talent Show Was Actually-?!
Science Fiction-for offline purposes only - Book 1 Synopsis: Wu Jin, as a trainee from a certain entertainment company, had a peerless, stunning face. He was qualified to debut as a lead performer even if he just sat there and did nothing. After signing up for a...
