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153.The nature of pretense(1/2)

The door of the private music collection hall was opened in full view of everyone.

For a moment, Qin Yunchu felt a dark and majestic power coming from inside, but then, with the soft sound of "Zeng Zeng", the high-brightness ceiling light with a large number of lamp beads in the room turned on, illuminating the entire room.

In the room, everything is in full view.

It is said to be a sweeping view, but in fact there is not much content - the entire room is bare, with only a touchpad display standing in the middle.

"Haosao, Xu Xiangxiao really opened it, why does she know the password?"

"What happened? I'm completely confused. Isn't this what Chi Chi gave to Jiang Xinhai?"

"Silly! Doesn't this mean that Chi Chi and Xu Xiangxiao know each other? Chi Chi is Tianya!"

"Didn't I say that Chi Chi couldn't be Tianya? How could one person create so many songs in three years?"



The level of chaos in the barrage was similar to everyone's inner feelings at this time.

Especially Yan Yunzhuo, her mouth was so wide open that she couldn't even close it.

Yingzi was not as restless as her apprentice, but she wasn't much better either.

She couldn't understand what was happening in front of her, and even thought it was just a prank at first.

After accepting the news that "Xu Xiangxiao has opened a private music collection", her first reaction was that she might have been tricked by the program crew.

The program team deliberately raised the mentally retarded issue of "Chi Chi and Tianya are the same person" and deliberately seduced all of them into jumping into the trap.

Wait until everyone has been fooled, then reveal the truth and tell everyone that they have been cheated.

Thinking of this, Yingzi showed a contemptuous expression.

She smiled coldly, crossed her arms, took the lead in moving her legs, and walked into this so-called private music collection.

"I want to see what other tricks you can come up with for me."

When she passed by Xu Xiangxiao, she said these words, which made Xu Xiangxiao stunned.

Then, Xu Xiangxiao looked back at Jiang Xinhai and grabbed her arm.

"Xinhai, you and I...go in together."

Jiang Xinhai was dragged in before she could figure out what was happening.

Everyone walked in noisily together, and the camera followed at the end.

The photography guy held the camera in his arms and took pictures around the entire private music collection hall. Only then did the whole room appear in full view of the room.

This is a three-story building with a circular interior and a church-style vault design. It is surrounded by wooden bookshelves. The bookshelves are equipped with glass. The glass is made of frosted material and the contents inside cannot be clearly seen.

The cameraman pulled the glass doors on the bookshelf with his hand and found that they were all locked and could not be opened.

Directly in front of the door is a glass curtain wall. It is completely dark at this time, and I don't know what it is used for.

There is also a spiral staircase in the room, through which you can reach the second and third floors. Standing in the center of the room, you can see that the second and third floors, like the first floor, are also filled with bookshelves of unknown meaning.

At this time, everyone was gathered around the touch screen similar to a podium in the middle of the room, and the camera followed and started filming the object.

I saw a line of words lit up on the screen:

"Welcome to the Music Private Collection."

"This museum was built in 2018 and houses all of Mr. JX's musical works, as well as the collections of all the musicians who collaborated with him."

"The purpose of building this museum is to express our gratitude to Mr. JX and all other great musicians in the world for their outstanding contributions in healing the human soul."

After reading the three paragraphs on the screen, everyone looked at each other in confusion.

Xu Xiangxiao and Jiang Xinhai stood at the front, looking at each other.

"Who is Mr. JX?"

"have no idea."

Originally, Jiang Xinhai was very sad because Chen Ya did not give her the private music collection, but with all the things in front of her, she was overwhelmed and had no time to shed tears.

Xu Xiangxiao said: "It seems that this screen can be pressed. Can I click it to try?"

"Try it."

She carefully touched the screen with her finger, and sure enough, something changed.

However, it's not that the screen has changed.

Instead, the curtain wall facing everyone suddenly lit up, with black words printed on the white background, which were exactly the same as the text on the middle screen.

Xu Xiangxiao was a little at a loss.

"This seems to be used for exhibitions," Gao Xiaobai said, "Xiangxiao, please try clicking again."

Xu Xiangxiao clicked again, and the words on the touch screen changed together with the text on the curtain wall——

"This museum is currently in private collection mode and is not open to the public."

"If you want to view all items in the collection, please first obtain the permission of the library owner."

"Do you want to verify the identity of the library owner?"

"whether"

Looking at the two buttons on the screen, Xu Xiangxiao was a little panicked.

"What should I do? The museum owner needs to come to unlock it."

Chen Xi said from the side: "Sister Xiangxiao, have you forgotten? You know the password, so you are the owner?"

"But, but, how to verify it?" Xu Xiangxiao said, "Will you take a photo of me and send it...to Chi Chi?"

No one knows the answer to this question.

The progress of things so far has been completely beyond everyone's imagination.

Wang Feng walked around and said: "All the cabinets are locked and there is no way to open them."

"Can it be broken open?" Gao Xiaobai waved his fan, "The builders here didn't think well. If someone picked up a chair and broke the glass, wouldn't they be able to see the collection?"

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Wang Feng knocked on the glass with his hand and said, "I think it should be difficult to break open. This seems to be tempered glass."

The barrage in the live broadcast room passed by one after another:

"Don't whet your appetite! I really want to see what's inside."

"It must be all the works of Chi Chi and Tianya. We can expect this when we open the door."

"It's so mysterious and complicated."

"Chi Chi is always a talkative person, and he also likes to pretend."



Xu Xiangxiao looked at Jiang Xinhai helplessly, and Jiang Xinhai said sourly: "Click and give it a try."

There seems to be no other way besides clicking.

She gently clicked "Yes" with her hand.

New text appeared on the screen again:

[You need to answer the following questions in order based on your understanding of Mr. JX.]

【You have one chance to make a mistake, but only once.】

[If the answer is wrong, the library will enter a dormant state, please leave in an orderly manner and wait for the next try.]

[You have the opportunity to call for off-site assistance, but you may not get the correct answer.]

After these words slowly emerged, new words appeared on the screen.

[Question 1: If the ultimate pursuit of life is one of the following options, which one do you think it should be for Mr. JX? 】

【A.Money】

【B. Opposite sex】

【C. Show off】

"..."

After reading the question, everyone was speechless.

Xu Xiangxiao waited for a long time, but did not wait for the fourth option to come out, and then realized that there were only these three options.

"Ah? There is no such thing as an ideal?" Xu Xiangxiao asked in surprise, "Why are these three?"

Jiang Xinhai covered her face: "He probably didn't expect that this answer would be broadcast live nationwide..."

Now, Xinhai is very sure that the so-called Mr. JX is Chen Ya.

This is totally his style.

His fatal first question was directly embarrassing in front of the national audience. Jiang Xinhai almost dug his toes through the floor for Chen Ya.

"Choose B, opposite sex," Jiang Xinhai whispered. She wanted to pass this question quickly, "The answer to this question is B."
To be continued...
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