The next moment, Fan Ning's hand flashed with a dizzying light. Then, all the candles were extinguished in an instant, and the room returned to darkness.

…

The next day, 8:50 am.

In a remote and wide courtyard somewhere in East Mecklund, there is a two-story building with a widely spread area.

Many years ago, this place used to be a relatively prosperous location on the street. However, with the increasing and disorderly expansion of the city, its location gradually changed from a street to an alley.

The business tenants and investors changed one after another, and they basically ended up in debt and bankruptcy. In the end, they stayed at a strange combination of a private hospital, a pet market, and a small performance hall. Of course, the ending was still a few investors.

Each went bankrupt and ran away, and then it was deserted for six or seven years.

Until more than a year ago, they were bought by a generous gentleman and integrated into Red Agate Culture Media Company.

The company claims that its external business scope includes discovering actors, training singers, and producing sound film soundtracks. However, it is said that in the past six months, it has become increasingly difficult to make reservations for business, and most rooms, doors and windows are closed, making many people think that there is a problem with its internal operating conditions.

, should be making the same mistakes as those who came before.

On the second floor, there is a small, dark performance hall with all the equipment, but the light seems to have a strange sticky and greasy feel.

"Are there any new upgraded spirits in the past few days?"

The "agent", who was tall and thin, with fair skin and wearing a black vest, was sitting on a ring-shaped stage that was first sunken by about twenty centimeters and then slightly raised.

"No, sir." The man in a suit and leather suit next to him, who looked like a senior corporate executive, replied.

"Didn't I ask you to increase the concentration of the 'spiritual diffusion elixir'? And I recently gave them new listening materials."

The man in the suit said in a helpless tone: "Sir, three of them have been lucky a while ago. Not everyone's soul has such a good foundation as that of the professor last year. The essence precipitated in the bottle of stains."

It’s worth ten others.”

The manager frowned, mentally considered the current progress and expected requirements, and then made a decision: "Continue to increase the volume of the record, and increase the concentration of the 'spiritual diffusion elixir' five times!"

"In this case, it may cause some listeners to collapse, and the ratio of the mysterious atmosphere that stabilizes the mind will have to be recalculated and adjusted," the man in the suit asked tentatively.

"Stop wasting time and not adjusting." The manager waved his hand, "I'll give you three more days. Once the time is up, I will move immediately. I must add a few more upgraded spirits. If that doesn't work, continue to increase the elixir.

If we don’t catch up on the dosage now, we won’t be able to make up for it when the storm passes, and we’ll all be doomed.”

He is a person who leaves room for action. Even if it is clear that the other party's action time is still half a month away, he will never do anything like that and walk away.

The man in the suit took the order and left, leaving the manager sitting alone in the recording studio thinking.

"How can we say that the part-time workers we recruited are also music majors? Damn it, just this ratio? There must be something wrong with the current system and mechanism of music education in the empire..."

I kept thinking, "Bang!——"

He heard an explosion downstairs. Because it was separated by many rooms, the sound was obvious but not clear. It sounded like the sound of water turning over a manhole cover.

"What the hell? Could it be that some underground pipe aged and exploded?"

He stood up, and just when he was about to go to the window and push it open to take a look, there was another wave of louder and closer sounds, which seemed to be downstairs where he was!

"Bang!!!" This time, the glass of the window was shaken with several ferocious cracks.

The agent was temporarily dizzy due to the explosion, his ears were buzzing slightly, his legs and feet were weak when standing, and even his vision became dim and blurred.

...Isn’t that right? Even if explosives exploded downstairs, I was still a certain distance away, so how could I have such an exaggerated reaction?

He shook his head vigorously, and the dizziness was slightly relieved. Suddenly, he found that there was a person standing beside him and at the door of the room.
Chapter completed!