Behind the stage, Nishiziyue met Zhuo Yila.

Seeing her appearance at the moment, Xiziyue was stunned.

After more than ten minutes of preparation, her current personality has been completely renewed. What she wears is a crimson retro dress with white lace and roses on the hem, which is unremarkable.

In the past, when she went out, the hair that had always been around the back of her head loosened and washed it without restraint. Xi Ziyue then realized that the other person's hair was actually quite long. It might be like an octopus lying flat on the bed.

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"If you change your clothes, don't recognize me?" Zhuo Yila asked with a smile, her mouth was also covered with thick lip colors, and she looked shiny.

"Somewhat...surprised." Nishikotsu admitted truthfully, "Are we really going to give a speech, not a performance?"

When he said this, Xiziyue also looked down at her outfit.

She also changed into a costume for appearance on stage, which was a guard-style uniform, with a shiny button, full of the iron blood of Prussian soldiers. The only softness was that the lower body was a skirt, revealing her

calves and socks.

No matter how you look at it, both of them are not interested in boring political speeches today, and they are more like playing the role of the first and second female in the 189th century European storm, corresponding to the queen and her female guards.

"I wear this outfit to fit the repertoire that is currently performing." Zhuo Yila signaled to the front of the stage.

On the stage, such an era opera is indeed being released. Retro-dressed actors stroll on the stage, reading lines aloud, and the spotlights are back and forth on them, capturing every moment of emotional outburst.

"When they get off the break, the stage will be calm. It is the time when the audience is most immersed in it but cannot leave the stage, and it is also a great time for us," said Zhuo Yila.

Xiziyue roughly understood this tactic. To put it simply, it is necessary to mix it with the same style of painting, otherwise it will feel like it is a playful feeling.

"In addition, this is somewhat of a contrasting effect, which is very different from what I usually look like." Zhuo Yila held up a bunch of her long hair.

It is indeed quite a touching contrast. Her usual travel looks are concise and capable, but now she suddenly transforms into a palace beauty who has emerged from classical oil paintings. No one can bear such stimulation.

Unexpectedly, she also understood this kind of operation of "glasses sealing appearance". It seems that she really put a lot of effort into this speech.

At this time, a reminder from the team members came from the side: "Please be prepared, the opera is about to enter the intermission."

"I understand, you can start anytime."

The behind-the-scenes of the stage began to become quiet, and all employees consciously dispersed to give up a step leading up. According to the process arrangement, Zhuo Yila will follow it to the suspension bridge above the stage and go to the entire concert hall at the highest point.

VIP delivered a speech.

In the dark and quiet space, the music from the front of the stage seemed particularly clear. The war horses, war drums, fighting, and the battlefield-like atmosphere became more and more popular. This emotion not only conveyed to the audience in front of it, but also made the other side of the curtain.

The staff were trembling.

Nishizuki stood close to Zhuo Yila, responsible for holding her skirt on the side.

"Rose, I have a question I have always wanted to ask you." Zhuo Yila suddenly spoke and said in a very small voice.

Xiziyue's hand holding the hem of her skirt shook slightly.

Although the profile is not very useful to her, if you suddenly ask such a question in this situation, you must be particularly interested in asking the truth?

"What's the problem?" Xiziyue treated it cautiously.

"If you find that this world is false, will you want to escape?" Zhuo Yila's eyes suddenly closed, and her breath tightened, as if pain surged from her chest.

"Um?"

Xiziyue's thinking is stuck.

What is the problem?

If this question is heard in normal times, she will only think that the other party’s rhetoric is invisible and wants to express it lyrically, but if asked in this world, it is completely different.

Especially Zhuo Yila's questioning is even more serious.

"Will you want to escape?" Zhuo Yila asked again, his voice trembling with a hint of trembling.

fear.

The profile captures real emotions this time, which is undoubtedly fear.

A black breath overflowed from Zhuo Yila's back and floated toward Xiziyue's nose.

"I......."

Just as a coin spins in the air, Xiziyue fell into a huge sway.

How should I answer this question at this time?

Choosing yes? Without a question, this was Xiziyue’s first idea. Of course, the false world must be broken. It is not just about escaping from here, it is simply about declaring war on it.

There is no problem choosing no. No matter how fake the world is, it is the world after all. No one can guarantee that the world will be better after escaping it.

But this question also comes with Zhuo Yila's fear. In this city, what is worth fearing her?

How should I answer this question myself to avoid wrong options?

Before Xiziyue made a decision, the bell rang, which was a signal of the end of the first half and the half-time break.

It is also the trumpet that they should go on stage.

"Let's go, Rose, do what we should do." Zhuo Yila took a deep breath and stepped forward towards the steps, as if the fear in her heart just now did not exist.

Xiziyue had no choice but to follow.

Perhaps, she missed the perfect time to answer this question.

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Guard Office, Interrogation Room.

Under the gloomy kerosene lamp, Madias waited patiently for further confessions from Oglev and Angneza.

After all, the suspect has a special identity, and this interrogation needs to be carried out by the captain of the guard himself. In order to ensure the fairness of the interrogation results, the evidence collection alone lasted for several days, so that until today the two of them were still being tried in the interrogation room.

"Enough! When will we torture us? I have already explained what we should explain. It is time to let us rest!" Oglev pounded heavily on the table, and the light shook.

"Calm down, dear former mayoral candidate, Mr. Madias responded sarcastically, "Did we not be harsh on you, or do you prefer to stay in prison than the interrogation room?"

Oglev didn't say anything at once.

"Well, I admit that there are some scares you, and in fact, what awaits you is not prison, but deportation, as for Ms. Angnesha, because of your special status as a clergy, perhaps waiting for your sentence is just to deprive all the positions

, the ordinary person who has become... but I'm sorry, I can't do this for the time being, because the mayor deliberately requested that you be prolonged the interrogation."

"Mayor...why did he do this?" Oglev was puzzled.

"Who knows, maybe I'm worried that you will interfere with the next process of the election after you are released?" Madias spread his hands.

This is undeniable, Oglev

"By the way, Mother Angnesha, can you tell me about the file in your bookcase? There has been no results for it."

“That was…I found it from an archive room in the church.”

Hearing that his treatment was only an ordinary person at most, Angneza was much more relieved and decided to come out of the tray.

"Writing this file is a priest who serves as a doctor, which records the true past of the mayor candidate, Zhuo Yila."

"Real past? According to our investigation, her past is very clean, especially her experience in attending Central Academy, not to mention that for a 17-year-old young girl, what is the past worth investigating?"

Open your mouth easily.

"You will know when you look at it. This girl... she is just a demon. She has killed a lot in the past..." Angnesa laughed coldly.

The old-fashioned phone on the desktop suddenly rang, making a quick and sharp ringtone.

Madias quickly connected the earpiece: "This is the Guard Office, I am Chief Madias."

A noise came from the other end of the earpiece.

After introducing himself, Madias never spoke again, but just held the receiver firmly and listened to the signals coming from inside.

“Learn, we will meet all your needs.”

After saying that, Mattia put down the receiver and quickly got up and left the interrogation room.

During the time he picked up the receiver, the guards in the entire guard hall were doing similar things. There was a guard in front of each phone and everyone had the same expression.

It seems like a robot with a blank heart is receiving signals from its master.

In an instant, more than half of the guards had already assembled in the square in front of the guard hall. In the cold wind, their cloaks were as shaking as the feathers of black owls.

"Discover outsiders and clear them immediately! Maintain order in this world!" Madias announced at a high place, and all the guards were shocked.

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