Because the creepers' usual musical instruments are harmonica and bone flute, although the playing of harmonica is also the sound of a piano, but in Sara language, this sound is different from the sound of a violin, and there is a difference between the two words!
Bruce was talking about the latter...
So either he is lying.
This is unlikely... No matter how you look at it, there is no need for him to tell such a lie.
Then there is only one possibility...
Jonah's figure completely disappeared, and Hitzfeld took a breath in the darkness.
She began to wonder, if that melody was real... it was not an illusion... it was not a false image extracted from people's memories but really existed...
So who was playing it at the time?
Chapter 82: Language Logic
"This is impossible."
In the dark prison, Darent spoke in a cold voice through the bars.
"Then tell me, you were the one playing the violin when everyone was in a hallucination," Hitzfeld said bluntly, "Just tell me - as long as you tell me, I will think that I was just imagining things."
“I was also trapped in it at that time…” Darent cracked his knuckles and sat on the bed looking around, “Damn it!!!”
Without the disguise of a smiling face, it was the first time that Hitzfeld saw him so helpless.
"Let me help you sort it out." She sighed, "What's her name?"
"…Rolla Darent."
"Are you sure that only you and she know this piece of music?"
"The complete song is like this, but quite a few people have heard it. I can't guarantee that everyone has performed it in its entirety over the years."
That is actually more difficult than composing a piece of music...
Hitzfeld curled his lips.
In a world where survival depends on holy stone tablets, artistic creation is still too far away for ordinary people. Maybe there were listeners who were interested in writing down some scores and passed them down, but they were either lost or expanded into multiple different versions by different people, and the probability of matching the original version is close to zero.
"Do you think there is a possibility that someone was squatting under your window sill and eavesdropping, and he learned the whole song from it, and then he sneaked in here to become an alien?"
"impossible."
"why?"
"…Because I always sit on the windowsill when I play, if there is someone down there I will find out immediately."
"Well then." Hitzfeld frowned, "It's neither this nor that... Well, actually neither you nor I want to extend the topic to this stage, but I still have to ask again - are you sure that Roula died in an accident?"
"She could have died in an accident!" Darent raised his head suddenly, anger almost overflowing from his eyes, "That's Onsin! He's heavily guarded! If you don't count the mechanical Yang, their defense is even stronger than Wayne's! If it was done by an evil spirit, do you think we would be unaware of it?"
"Calm down, I'm not mocking you for being slow." The girl pressed her hands into the air and stopped talking for a while, just looking at the wooden man breathing heavily.
Talking about this kind of thing is like rubbing salt into the deepest wound. She must not be impatient and must control her strength well.
"I know what you want to ask." After a while, Darent's breathing became steady again. He looked up and gave her a dead look. "...I didn't witness her death."
Hitzfeld finally smiled.
Darent glared at her.
…The brief smile quickly disappeared.
"That doesn't mean it's fake," Darent said. "There were so many people at the scene - at least twenty witnesses, and they all saw her fall from the shelf. Those broken bones and bleeding can't be fake!"
"Maybe." Hitzfeld didn't dwell on the question any further. "They sent the body to you for your viewing."
"They notified me and I rushed over."
"Have you examined the body carefully?"
"Not counting the undertaker, I checked it at least ten times!"
"Are you sure she's dead?"
"I'm 100 percent sure!"
"Where did you bury her?"
"Bro River."
"why?"
"She loves the sea, but she has never been to the seaside in her life. I hope to make up for it in this way."
"That means she has no grave..."
"From the Bro River to the East Seaport - these are her graves!"
"Then how do you usually commemorate her?"
“Throw something in the river.”
"Have you ever thought that something in the water might take her away?"
"…Esun Hitzfell!"
Darent couldn't bear it anymore and screamed.
In the other cell, Xia Yibing, who heard the noise, scratched her ears and continued to study the words on the ground.
"I warn you not to push your luck!" The wooden man lay on the railing, baring his teeth like a ferocious hound. "Such despicable, impolite, and unreasonable behavior as yours——"
"Isn't that what we usually do to others?" Hitzfeld interrupted him.
Darent was stunned for a moment, then instantly lost his temper and slid down.
Hitzfeld squatted down near the railing and tilted his head to stare at his dull face.
"I know full well that this is cruel to you."
"You are an agent of the library. You are different from those people in the Security Bureau. You don't really care about them that much."
“But now is the time to get everything straight.”
"If you have to face Zola in the end, being mentally prepared in advance will also help you perform on the spot."
"What do you think?"
"That makes some sense." Darent's voice sounded weak.
"But Aisuen, there is one thing I don't understand."
"You said."
"You mean, you suspect that Roula is not dead, and her body was taken away and transformed into a worm species. It's even possible that... that's why it can simulate playing that song."
“This is the only possibility after exhausting other options.”
"But don't you think this is too weird?" The wooden man looked up. "I hadn't started my extraordinary journey yet. I was a mortal, and so was she... We were doing the most ordinary jobs, and we had no value... that could make the things in the red soil waste their energy to snatch corpses."
"That's beyond the scope." Hitzfeld stood up.
"You're good at asking questions, that's a good thing."
"But at this stage, we need to confirm what we can confirm first. As for the reasons behind it, we will see when the time comes."
"Then I may not be able to wait that long."
"You have to wait even if you can't—you are imprisoned now."
"I don't think the bars can hold the wood."
Hitzfeld was startled and turned to stare at him.
"Then I think you can try."
After a while, Hitzfeld came to Xia Yibing's cell and saw her lying on the ground, quickly carving characters with her spider fangs.
It's not on the floor tiles - there is a thin layer of sand there, and after carving the surface, you can just brush and press it with your elbow to make it smooth again, and then you can write on the other side.
"Wait for me a moment." Xia Yibing knew she was coming, raised her hand to signal her not to speak, and her engraving movements became faster.
Hitzfeld stood by and waited, staring at what she had engraved with his head tilted, feeling a little surprised.
Not Sarai, not Ancient.
Weird, obscure pictograms. This is the language of the Worm.
She can actually write so fluently?
Suddenly, Xia Yibing looked up and stared at her, and a series of slightly sharp but more pleasant sounds came out of her mouth than those of the crawlers.
Hitzfeld didn't react for a moment, frowning and staring at her: "...What?"
Xia Yibing repeated it again, and this time Hitzfeld heard it clearly. She was probably introducing herself in Worm language.
…her poor worm language was only enough to make out individual words.
"You succeeded?" Then she stared at the characters on the ground and then at the woman's face. "How did you do it? Did you find the logic?"
"Found it!" Xia Yibing smiled happily, "I thought it would be very troublesome... but it's much simpler than I thought."
"And you'll never guess the logic behind it - it's irony!"
"Irony?"
"It's just...how should I put it." Xia Yibing opened her mouth and bit her left index finger, smoothed the sand, and quickly wrote a row of grammatical symbols on it.
“This is Sara’s grammar.”
"Yeah." The girl nodded.
"And... this is the grammar of ancient Sarai."
"Yeah." He continued to nod.
"Turning them upside down."
"How can I see this?" Hitzfeld frowned. "I can't see this."
"It's not the words that are reversed, it's the logic that is reversed." Xia Yibing corrected her, "That's right - it's that simple!"
While Hitzfeld was still in shock, she was already talking nonstop again.
"Its logic is the opposite, which is the grammar of Worm language. Don't worry about how strange it looks, this is how Worm language works. There is no logic at all... If I didn't know that there really was a group of things speaking it, I would have thought it was a prank by some lunatic... But who would have thought? This is real!"
"No... not only the logic, but also the pronunciation..." Hitzfeld murmured.
She incorporated these new discoveries into her own Worm language progress, and by analogy, she directly deduced the entire language logic, grammar, and pronunciation.
And she also understood why Worm language sounded so disgusting and uncomfortable.
Just like a tape recorder.
No matter what language it is, it will be jarring to the ears if played like that...
Chapter 83: Jonah
After leaving the prison, Hitzfeld was on his way back.
They had to go through a dark alley on the way. Although she was not scared because of the guards, she still had a clear feeling that... someone was watching her.
There was no stinging in her left eye, so it didn't seem like she had any malicious intent. But when she returned to the second floor, closed the door, and turned around to see a figure standing in the darkness, she was still a little frightened.
"Who are you?" Keeping her composure, she reached behind to touch the door.
As long as she was still useful, Pun would protect her, and she planned to call for help directly when the most critical moment came.
"I didn't mention Felkin or anyone else's name..." A low, even sexy voice came from the darkness. "Yes, you are quite smart."
"...Jona?" Hitzfeld recognized the voice as soon as he heard it.
That's right. Most of the crawlers have been using Worm language for years, and their voices have long been distorted and unpleasant. Even someone like Rip had to speak in a shrill voice when he communicated with her in Sara language.
So far, she had seen only two creepers whose voices were not shrill and whose speech was not unpleasant to the ear: one was Felkin, and the other was Jonah.
"It's me," Jonah admitted, lighting a candle to illuminate her figure in the darkness. "There are some details I need to explain to you."
Hitzfeld breathed a sigh of relief.
After all, she had an agreement with the Awakening Alliance, so there was no need to worry that Jonah would do anything bad to her.
