What It’s Like Being a Vampire - Vol 6 Chapter 601

Latest website: Looking at the extremely even powder spread on the wooden base of the coffee table in the middle of the living room, Tang Baona’s mouth opened wide and she was stunned for a long time.

To be honest, she just had a sudden burst of inspiration, trying to cut out all the necessary parts of the special rhythms scattered around and “play” the target melody she had locked.

But the way she played was not humming herself or using any instrument, but letting Alice help.

Because she has a faint feeling that using the special connections hidden around her to perform another level of “playing” the melody of the objects she wants to create may have a substantial impact on the target objects.

Just as she has discovered that the songs she composes with emotional melody can be emotionally guided.

After that dream, this feeling became clearer.

In fact, she didn’t know how to achieve it, how to “play”, or what to “play”, but she instinctively thought that Alice could do it and help her.

It turns out that Alice can really help her.

But this result really shocked her.

After a long pause, Tang Baona walked over, stretched out her hand and twisted a little bit of powder and looked at it-it really became a powder!

The dark rock slabs on this coffee table were sent by my second uncle when he was renovating his new house. Seeing that Dad Tang liked him, he bought an extra TV cabinet and coffee table.

She was very impressed with this coffee table, because in order to show that the rock slab on the surface of the coffee table was hard enough, the second uncle even used a fruit knife to cut on it.

This kind of hardness board will become powder all at once?

——For Tang Baona, she just placed a bursting melody on the rock slab, but she didn’t know the specific bursting method. She thought it would be a crack at the most.

Where did you think that it turned into powder directly?

She circled the coffee table a few times, looked at it carefully, and couldn’t figure it out, so she asked, “Alice?”

“I’m here!” The voice came from the TV speakers.

This tangible response made Tang Baona affirm once again that her previous dreams were not her own unilateral experience.

“How did you do it?” Tang Baona asked excitedly and curiously.

In the process of the incident just now, she was equivalent to a composer, and Alice was a performer and instrument responsible for actually expressing her melody.

“I’m just…” Alice paused for two seconds, and then continued: “It was done according to Nana’s request!”

“But… how did I ask you?” Tang Baona walked to the TV and squatted down, whispering: “I don’t know how I contacted you. Can you know what I think? Do you have mind-reading skills? Can you connect my brain?”

“It’s not a mind-reading technique, I only know when you perceive the melody, Nana!” Alice said, and there was a pause. This time there was a pause of more than ten seconds, when Tang Baona thought she had finished speaking, then suddenly Continued: “The boss said, for example, Sister Nana is making vegetables, I am in the basket when buying vegetables, in the sink when washing vegetables, on the chopping board when cutting vegetables, and when I am cooking. In the iron pan, I serve the dishes when serving…So I know what Sister Nana does and how to make it!”

Tang Baona understood that when Alice did not appear, the space or the world she existed was in the same world as the melody of the objects and the emotional melody she perceives.

When Xiang Kun is not around, Tang Baona’s emotional melody and object melody perception must be carried out through the bracelet on her wrist. When she was just “composing”, she also used the bracelet to perceive and feedback. There is an indescribable way. There seems to be no connection. Obviously, this bracelet is also the channel and bridge for her to communicate with Alice, or that Alice is the “staff” in that channel and bridge?

But after hearing Alice’s words, she still couldn’t help but spit out: “What kind of ghost metaphor is this, people who don’t know think you compare yourself to a vegetable?” And according to this metaphor, judging from their communication in dreams , Isn’t Xiang Kun a pot, spatula, kitchen knife, chopping board, gas stove, or even a place to grow vegetables?

“Alice does not eat! Alice is invincible!”

“Well, invincible Alice, let’s continue.” Tang Baona laughed.

Previously, her feelings about the imaginary “elf” were more mysterious and extraordinary, and she had pinned her various second-year fantasies. And now, after “realistic” contact, especially after communicating and observing “face-to-face” in her dreams, she found that Alice the “elf” is like a spooky little girl, just like the sisters of Little Bell , She feels more close, cute, and even trusting-this may have a lot to do with how she looks like when she was a child.

“Good!” Alice’s answer was still full of energy.

So Tang Baona looked around in the living room and focused on the pile of rock slab powder. She wondered, since she can use that kind of “item melody editing” to “pop” the rock slab into powder, Then it should be no problem to restore these powders to rock slabs?

Otherwise, when Mom and Dad come back, they find that the rock slabs of the coffee table are gone. It would not be possible to reprimand her, but she will definitely be curious and ask various questions.

Tang Baona focused on the spirit, recalling the way she had just compiled the melody of the items when she targeted the rock slab, linking the peculiar rhythms scattered everywhere, and trying her best to feel “mellow” and “combined”.

After slowly feeling that the melody and the objects merged and became complete, Tang Baona couldn’t help but yelled: “Alice!”

“Good!” Alice’s voice sounded again.

Then Tang Baona heard some crunch sounds like ice being crushed or broken from the position of the coffee table. She vaguely seemed to be able to see sparks and smoke coming out of the powder of the rock slab, but it looked like Nothing changed, and she didn’t change back to the intact rock slab as she had hoped.

She leaned forward curiously, observed it carefully, then stretched out her hand to touch it, and suddenly realized that it was not unchanged—the original fine powder had been combined again.

It’s just that they didn’t return to their previous state, but regrouped in their current form, and it looked like a very unique shaped board.

Tang Baona pressed and touched in the past, and lifted it slightly to see that it was indeed a whole piece.

She even learned the behavior of her second uncle when she was showing up. She took a fruit knife and cut it. Judging from the hardness, it seemed to be the same?

She pondered and studied for a long time-of course, it was actually squeezing, knocking, and moving, and there was no regulation-anyway, she couldn’t see how it fits together.

In short, it is a little different from what she originally thought. Is this the feeling of “round and harmonious”? Even if it can’t be restored to the original shape, is it a bit smooth? How can a “convergence” mean a “fit” on the spot?

Tang Baona suddenly felt that the author of the short essay on the middle school student’s Chinese examination paper saw various central ideas and expressed metaphorical summary. Is this different from what I thought?

She didn’t think it was that Alice was not “playing” well, because she herself didn’t understand the specific effect of each section of the melody on real objects, so there is a high probability that she did not “compose well”.

But now this board can’t just stay here. My parents saw more questions, so she thought about it, tried again, and proceeded in a “burst” style that was a little more gentle than the first time. The creation of the melody is still handed over to Alice for the final “play”.

There was another crunch of ice cubes being crushed, and then the condensed rock slab broke apart again, but this time instead of turning into powder, it was a pile of polygonal particles of different sizes.

Tang Baona curiously grabbed a handful of particles and observed. The large ones are the size of mung beans, and the smaller ones are polygonal particles about the same size as sugar particles. The planes of the same size look quite beautiful, and there are indescribable and regular. nice.

Therefore, if the degree of “burst” is lighter, it will be less completely broken?

Wait, the powder just now, if you take a magnifying glass and observe it, will it look like this polygon?

Tang Baona changed his mind again, trying to mix some of the emotional melodies he felt in the past with the melodies of the objects, and he was re-composing these polygonal particles.

A few minutes later, Tang Baona mixed the emotional melody she felt when Yang Laosan saw the lightning storm created by Xiang Kun into the “new song”, and then gave it to Alice to “play” on those particles.

In a short while, the particles seemed to be magnetic in front of her. They hugged each other, reunited and stacked, and then turned into three things that became smaller one after another.

“This…how does it look like Yoneda?” Tang Baona looked at the shape of these three lumps, somewhat dumbfounded.

Tang Baona kept experimenting with the materials and residues formed from the rock slab, because she found that as she “composed” more and understood something, she became more comfortable in creating and editing. It can also grasp the meaning of each melody relatively accurately. But to “compose” a new thing to edit and influence it requires a new process of adaptation.

So Tang Baona kept experimenting, blending various “genres” and creating various peculiar melodies, and then made the residue of the rock slabs into various states.

Tang Baona was immersed in this mysterious ability, she was engrossed and couldn’t extricate herself.

After turning those residues into small cubes of the same size as sugar cubes again, Tang Baona suddenly felt that the indoor temperature was a bit low, sneezed, rubbed her nose, and felt that the air in the living room seemed too dry to her Even the throat and nose are uncomfortable, the eyes are a little sore, and the skin is dry and astringent, making it a little uncomfortable.

She got up and checked. The central air conditioner at home was not turned on for cooling. She went to the balcony and then walked into the living room to feel it. There was indeed a very obvious difference.

But this feeling quickly disappeared. After opening the sliding door of the balcony, the temperature and humidity in the room should be neutralized by the outside quickly, but what followed was a strong sense of hunger.

“Could this be’spell consumption’?” Tang Baona touched her stomach and said to herself.

Alice’s voice rang from the phone: “Sister Nana, it’s been 8 hours and 21 minutes since you last ate. The last time you consumed food that was converted into calories was 635 kcal, so Sister Nana, you are hungry! There is no magic spell. Consume’!”

Tang Baona’s face blushed, and she picked up her mobile phone and groaned: “If you want to speak, come out, don’t make a sudden noise!”

Then Alice didn’t say anything.

However, Tang Baona also felt that she could no longer play with the slab debris. Although she did not understand why the temperature and humidity would drop, it would have an impact on the surrounding environment. After all, we should be careful.

Tang Baona looked at the pile of sugar-like rock slabs on the table, and she had a headache. Now she has become more proficient in the way of controlling melody expression and composing, and has a deeper understanding, but she guessed it. It is still impossible to gather those residues into the original tea table rock slab, at least not within a few days.

So after thinking about it, she took the rock slab debris into a few trash bags and hid it under the closet in her room, where she would play later.

As for the coffee table in the living room, she decided to immediately contact the local furniture store early tomorrow morning to buy a new coffee table and send it over, and let the porter directly deliver the wooden coffee table base to the house where she and Yang Zhener lived.

Dad will have to do a series of inspections tomorrow morning. He will definitely not come back so soon. When they come back, he will tell them…this new coffee table is from Xiang Kun!

Well, in this way, their attention will be on “Why Xiang Kun sent a coffee table?” As for the reason, just make up ~www.mtlnovel.com~ and say that the new coffee table is made by Xiang Kun himself? Is it one of the birthday gifts?

Although it was almost five o’clock in the morning, Tang Baona was still not sleepy at all. She went to open the refrigerator and took a look at the rich leftovers at home, but after thinking about it, she decided to make instant noodles.

Pour the boiling hot water into the bowl of instant noodles, Tang Baona looked at the rising heat, but did not immediately seal the bowl lid on it. Instead, inspiration suddenly emerged. Her right hand fiddled with the bracelet on her left wrist. , Humming a melodious melody gently in his mouth.

Unlike the situation when emotional melody affects other people’s emotions, when Tang Baona edits, revises, and creates the melody of an object, it doesn’t really matter if she doesn’t make a sound, because it’s Alice who really influences and manipulates Silk, there is no audible sound in the process of “playing”. Her humming just helps her find the rhythm and find a better way to achieve it.

Following Tang Baona’s humming, the heat from the bowl of noodles began to rise rapidly and gather. After a while, a white mist filled her face, and the moisture covered her glasses, blocking her sight.

But even if she didn’t need to look at it, she could fully understand what was going on, and the corners of her mouth slowly turned up.