Infinite Ebullience
Chapter 1105 - 69 The Girl Who Played the Violin

Chapter 1105: Chapter 69 The Girl Who Played the Violin

"Hey, you’re being kidnapped!"

The girl’s crisp voice conveyed pride and satisfaction as she held a gun in her right hand and extended her left arm, pointing in a fan-shaped motion toward the guests in the Hotel Lobby.

The guests wore puzzled and nervous expressions on their faces. The previously silent environment filled with murmurs as they thought this was a Prank orchestrated by the organizers. After all, the pair seemed odd, so they looked around for answers, only to change color when they saw the Armed security personnel appear.

At that moment, the guests wanted to leave as quickly as possible, assuming that the Bomb the girl mentioned was no joke—no one wanted to be blown up.

Those far from the center of the stage were nobodies, and it was convenient for them to escape now; it was just too bad the girl’s vision was too good. Her left hand grasped the Tactical handguard and swept a few Bullets toward the ceiling on the west side.

Bullets whizzed unpredictably, striking the ceiling. The beautiful Crystal chandelier shattered, Glass splinters flew about, and then crashed down with a bang.

A female guest trying to flee got hit square-on, her face covered in blood, crying out in agony.

"No running away, okay? For every one that leaves, I’ll kill five people as Punishment, so keep an eye on each other!" the girl had no Experience with kidnappings, but her response strategy was quite outstanding.

The Guests didn’t want to be shot because of someone else’s mistake, so they immediately started looking around them, watching the people nearby. Of course, what they wished for even more was for the mayor and the chief police officer to come up with a way to subdue the two kidnappers quickly.

"Be careful of snipers and stay safe," the middle-aged man cared about the girl, reminding her as he moved, holding the female singer, trying to shield the girl behind him.

"It’s okay, just let me use this for a second." The girl walked in front of the female singer, took away the microphone, coughed twice, cleared her throat, and then, as everyone thought she was going to speak, the girl mischievously rubbed the microphone against the Gun to create a harsh noise.

The Guests covered their ears, feeling a sour sensation in their teeth.

"Hehe!" Seeing the misfortune of the guests made the girl laugh sweetly, "Okay, back to the point, this Bomb is connected to my Heartbeat. Kill me, and the Bomb will explode too, so snipers, please keep your fingers off the triggers."

The girl didn’t care at all about her life; she just wanted to indulge herself before dying!

The Armed security personnel dared not make any rash moves.

"What are your demands?" Chief police officer Phil straightened his tie and stepped forward to negotiate with the kidnappers, "This is the Hundred-Year Anniversary Celebration of the City of God, and we shouldn’t let it end this way."

"Sorry, that’s not my concern, and I think instead of wasting time on parties, you should consider how to make life better for the Citizens." The girl shrugged her shoulders, "Okay, I’m being nosy, none of my business."

"Then what do you care about?" The Old Man in the Suit also stepped forward, and Tang Zheng couldn’t help but feel that there was a glint of excited curiosity in his eyes.

"I worry about whether my dad will lose his job, whether the salary he brings home every month won’t be too little, preventing my mom from making ends meet even with careful budgeting. I want to buy a Violin but am hesitating about whether to ask for it." The girl was counting on her fingers, seriously listing her family’s troubles as if she had been worried about them for a long time, "I thought about street performing to earn money, but the sound of that Violin is too poor, and passersby might think it’s my poor skill."

Tang Zheng could tell that the girl was like a little bird, sensitive, naive, full of little ideas, yet unfortunately trapped by the Birdcage.

"So, did you try to work hard for it?" The Old Man nodded approvingly.

"I did work hard. On the first day of street performing, I earned thirty-three US dollars," the girl said joyfully, but then her Cheek was covered with melancholy, "but it all got Robbed, and I was beaten up. Hey, I was originally thinking of saving up to buy a new Violin. I wanted to go the next day too but was stopped by my worried mom."

"Did your mom buy you a Violin?" A girl wearing a Dress around her age asked unconsciously, as she too enjoyed music.

"Nope, there are just too many expenses at home." The girl laughed outwardly in a cheerful manner, but the loss in her eyes was evident to anyone, "But I found a new Friend. What do you think of this guy?"

The girl patted the AK74 in her hand, making an aiming pose.

"Did you Rob someone?" the girl in the Dress asked with concern.

"Tch, as if I would do something so tasteless," the girl looked at the Guests like a fox who had successfully snatched a treat, "To let other little girls do what they like, I think I need to make a sacrifice."

"Your so-called sacrifice is kidnapping us?" Chief police officer Phil frowned and rebuked the girl loudly, "You’re just making more trouble for your parents. It’s not too late to repent now."

"Shut up." The girl suddenly let out a piercing roar and pulled the trigger at the chief police officer, the Bullet hitting the floor at his feet, ricocheting violently and causing the Guests nearby to quickly retreat.

"Sorry, officer, I lost my temper. Are you sure you want to go to my parents?" The girl smoothed her hair and removed the Thorn bird-shaped hairpin, kissed it lightly, and put it back on, "Then go ahead."

Chief police officer Phil came to his senses, drew his Gun, and fired. Unfortunately, since taking the post of chief police officer, he had lived comfortably for so many years that his body was no longer agile.

Bang, bang, the two exchanged shots, scaring the Guests to dodge for cover.

Phil was shot in the chest and fell to the ground; because the bullet only pierced his lung, he didn’t die immediately. He twitched slightly as the girl’s ribs were also hit by a bullet, and the bright red blood seeped out, staining her white dress.

"Well, I forgot to say, they were attacked by thugs on their way home last month and died." The girl pursed her lips, holding back her tears, "So if you’re looking for them, you’ll have to go to Heaven. But it seems that people like you are guests in Hell."

Tang Zheng understood that the "them" the girl was referring to were her parents.

"Weiwei, your wound!" The middle-aged man looked at the girl worriedly, afraid that she was too heartbroken.

"Uncle, it’s not so bad to die a few minutes early. I can see my family sooner." Weiwei pouted, apologizing for the first time, "I’m sorry for dragging you into this mess."

"The uncle is alone; it doesn’t matter," said the middle-aged man with a smile. He remembered the scene last month when he met the girl in the hospital, wearing a white dress, sitting alone in the corridor, hugging her knees, the white walls making her bloodless cheeks look even paler.

That day, the uncle met the girl who had lost her parents and had no home to return to!

The guests were scared. It was clear that neither of these two intended to leave alive, and they didn’t want to be buried with them. So they looked to the mayor, hoping he would come up with a plan, for they would have cursed had they not been taken hostage.

"Since you’re not satisfied with this, what do you plan to do next?" The old man asked with his hands behind his back, unflustered, chatting with the girl as if it were a casual conversation.

"I haven’t thought it through. I’m too stupid, and they don’t teach this stuff in school anyway," the girl said helplessly, then nodded heavily, "I love music. I want to play the violin for my family and for everyone."

"Is there a violin inside your suitcase? May we enjoy a piece?" The old man asked, completely lacking the awareness of being a hostage, nearly driving the anxious guests to madness.

"Sure." The girl set down the AK74, opened the old suitcase, and took out a violin carefully, slightly chipped in paint but very clean, much like the pure heart of a maiden!

She placed the violin on her shoulder and tilted her head slightly. After pressing down on the chin rest with her left hand, she held the bow in her right hand and drew it across the strings, eliciting a sharp note that pierced the soul.

"Then I shall begin!" The girl was excited, completely ignoring everyone else, only looking at the old man. When she saw him nod, she slightly closed her eyes and started playing.

The soothing melody, like the clear waters of a rainforest, cascaded down, flowing through the lobby and across the eardrums of each guest. Despite the discordant sound quality, it was almost negligible thanks to the girl’s proficient and superb violin skills. With just one instrument, she transported everyone into a peaceful and serene dreamland.

"It’s the sadness of the night, isn’t it!" Watching the girl immersed in her performance, the old man in the suit sighed, turned his head away, unable to bear watching any longer—this was a performance destined to have no BRAVOs cheered.

"Should we give her a hand?" Pang Meiqin asked softly. The talk about the heartbeat stopping, the bomb exploding—that was all a lie by the girl. Once the policemen calmed down, they would detect the flaws, and the girl’s time would come.

It was too late, Tang Zheng hadn’t even responded when gunshots sounded.

The music stopped abruptly, like a stream being suddenly cut off. A bullet pierced the girl’s forehead, and the impact sent her falling backward, her skirt billowing, like a withering flower.

"Mom!" The girl murmured, as she died.

She clutched the violin tightly, her face showing no terror or discontent—only longing for her family. She was eager to see them.

"Weiwei!" The middle-aged man saw the girl’s death, yelled out in anger, and instinctively let go of the female singer and ran towards her, only to have his knees shot out from under him, leaving him prone on the floor.

"Weiwei, don’t worry, uncle will be with you." The middle-aged man didn’t care about the approaching police officers; he pressed the detonator, but nothing happened.

"Don’t bother, I checked it earlier. The crook who sold you the bomb took advantage of your ignorance about weaponry and sold you a dud; it could never explode," a police supervisor said as he walked over. With his words, the middle-aged man’s arm was broken.

A swarm of security personnel rushed over, overpowering the middle-aged man.

"Drag them away, clean up the stage quickly, and don’t interrupt the Hundred-Year Anniversary Celebration." The police supervisor kicked at the girl’s chin with his shiny leather shoes, adjusting her head, "Pretty girl. What a shame."

"Get your foot off her." The middle-aged man roared, but to no avail. He received several punches instead, and a gun muzzle was pressed against his head.

"Hmph!" The police supervisor lifted his foot and brutally kicked the girl’s face, shattering her eye.

"Scum!" The middle-aged man cursed.

"Kill him, drag him away!" The police supervisor had no intention of wasting words with such base people, pulling out a piece of paper to wipe off the blood that had stained his leather shoes from the girl.

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