What It’s Like Being a Vampire

Latest website: Looking at the evenly spread powder on the wooden base of the coffee table in the middle of the living room, Tang Baona's mouth opened wide and she was stunned for a long time.

To be honest, she just had a sudden burst of inspiration. She tried to take the special rhythms scattered around, cut out various required parts, and combined them to "play" the target melody she had locked.

But the way of playing is not to hum or use any instrument herself, but to let Alice help.

Because she has a vague feeling that using those special connections hidden around her to "play" the melody of the item she wants to create on another level may have a substantial impact on the target item.

Just like she has discovered that the songs she writes with emotional melodies can guide people emotionally.

After that dream, this feeling became clearer.

In fact, she didn't know exactly how to achieve it, how to "play" it, or what she could "play" out, but at that time, she instinctively believed that Alice could do it and help her.

It turns out that Alice can really help her.

But this result really shocked her.

After being stunned for a while, Tang Baona walked over, stretched out her hand to twist a little powder and looked at it - it really turned into powder!

The dark slate on this coffee table was given by my second uncle when he was renovating his new house. Seeing that Father Tang liked it, he had an extra set of TV cabinets and coffee tables delivered.

She was deeply impressed by this coffee table, because in order to show how hard the slate material on the coffee table was, her second uncle even used a fruit knife to scratch and cut it.

A board with this hardness turns into powder all of a sudden?

——For Tang Baona, she just placed a bursting melody on the rock slab, but she didn't know the specific bursting method. She thought it would just crack a hole with a bang.

Who would have thought that it would turn into powder directly?

She walked around the coffee table several times, looking at it carefully and again. She couldn't figure it out, so she asked, "Alice?"

"I'm here!" The voice came from the TV speakers.

This is a true response,

It also once again convinced Tang Baona that her previous dreams were not her one-sided experiences.

"How did you do it?" Tang Baona asked excitedly and curiously.

In the course of the events just now, she was equivalent to a composer, while Alice was a performer and instrument, responsible for actually expressing her melody.

"I just..." Alice paused for a rare two seconds, and then continued: "I just did what Sister Nana asked me to do!"

"But... what did I ask you to do?" Tang Baona walked to the TV and squatted down, whispering: "I don't even know how I contacted you. Do you know what I'm thinking? Do you have the ability to read minds? Can you connect to my brain?"

"It's not mind-reading. Sister Nana, I didn't know it until you sensed the melody!" Alice said, and paused again, this time for more than ten seconds. When Tang Baona thought she had finished speaking, she suddenly He continued: "The boss said, for example, Sister Nana wants to cook. When buying vegetables, I am in the vegetable basket, when washing vegetables, I am in the sink, when chopping vegetables, I am on the chopping board, and when cooking, I am in the vegetable basket. In the iron pot, I was on the plate when the food was served...so I know what sister Nana cooks and how to cook it!"

Tang Baona understood at once that the space or world where Alice existed when she did not appear was in the same world as the melody of objects and the melody of emotions she perceived.

When Xiang Kun was not around, Tang Baona had to use the bracelet on her wrist to perceive emotional melody and object melody. When she was just "composing", she also used the bracelet to sense and give feedback. There was an indescribable feeling. , there is a seemingly invisible connection. It is obvious that this bracelet is also a channel and bridge for her to communicate with Alice. Or, in other words, Alice is the "staff" in that channel and bridge?

But after hearing Alice's words, she couldn't help but complain: "What the hell kind of metaphor is this? If you don't know, you'd think you were comparing yourself to a dish?" And according to this metaphor, based on their communication in the dream, , isn’t Xiang Kun a pot, a shovel, a kitchen knife, a chopping board, a gas stove, and even a place to grow vegetables?

"Alice is useless! Alice is invincible!"

"Okay, invincible Alice, let's continue." Tang Baona laughed.

In the past, her feelings about the imaginary "elf" were more mysterious and extraordinary, which fed her various secondary fantasies. But now, after "actual" contact, especially "face-to-face" communication and observation in dreams, she found that "elf" Alice is like a ghostly little girl, just like Little Bell's sister. , she feels more close, cute, and even trusting - this may have a lot to do with the fact that she looks the same as Lao Xia when she was a child.

"Okay!" Alice's answer was still full of energy.

So Tang Baona looked around the living room, and then focused on the pile of rock slab powder. She thought about it, since she could use that "item melody editor" to "explode" the rock slab into powder, Then there should be no problem in converting these powders into rock slabs, right?

Otherwise, when my parents come back and find that the slate on the coffee table is gone, they won't scold her, but they will definitely be curious and ask questions.

Tang Baona concentrated her mind, recalling the way she arranged the melody of the objects just now for the rock slab, connecting the unique rhythms scattered everywhere, and trying her best to achieve a feeling of "fusion" and "combination".

After slowly feeling the melody and the objects merge and become complete, Tang Baona couldn't help but shout: "Alice!"

"Okay!" Alice's voice sounded again.

Then Tang Baona heard some crunching sounds like ice cubes being crushed or broken coming from the coffee table. She vaguely seemed to be able to see sparks and smoke coming out of the powder of the rock slab, but it looked like There was no change, and it did not return to the intact rock slab appearance as she had hoped.

She curiously leaned over and observed it carefully, then stretched out her hand to touch it, and suddenly found that there was no change - the originally fine powder had been combined again.

It's just that they don't return to their previous state, but re-aggregate in their current form, seemingly turning into a special-shaped board with a very unique shape.

Tang Baona went over and pressed and touched it, then raised it slightly to see that it was indeed one piece.

She even imitated her second uncle's previous behavior when showing off. She took a fruit knife and cut on it. Judging from the hardness, it seemed to be about the same?

She pondered and studied it for a while - of course, it was just touching, knocking, and moving, and there were no rules - but she couldn't figure out how it fit together.

In short, it was a little different from what she originally thought. Is this the feeling of "harmony"? Even if it can't return to the original shape, at least it has a smoother look? How come a "harmony" means "integration" directly on the spot?

For a moment, Tang Baona had the same feeling as when the author of the essay on the Chinese language test paper for middle school students saw various central ideas and metaphorical summaries. Isn't this different from what I thought?

She didn't think it was Alice who didn't "play" it well, because she herself didn't understand the specific effect of each section of the melody when it was expressed in a real object, so it was most likely that she didn't "compose it well".

But now this board can't just stay here. Her parents saw it and had more questions, so she thought about it and tried it again, using a "bursting" style that was gentler than the first time. The creation of the melody is still handed over to Alice for the final "performance".

There was another crunching sound of ice cubes being crushed, and then the condensed rock slab shattered again, but this time it did not turn into powder, but a pile of polygonal particles of different sizes.

Tang Baona grabbed a handful of particles and observed them curiously. These were polygonal particles that were as large as mung beans and as small as sugar granules. The flat surfaces of the same size looked quite beautiful, with an indescribable and regular feel. beautiful.

So, if the degree of "explosion" is lighter, the shattering will not be so complete?

Wait, if you look at the powder just now with a magnifying glass, would it also look like this polygon?

Tang Baona changed her mind again and tried to mix some emotional melodies and object melodies perceived in the past, and then "composed" these polygonal particles again.

A few minutes later, Tang Baona mixed the emotional melody that she felt when Yang Laosan saw the lightning storm created by Xiang Kun into the "new song", and then asked Alice to "play" on those particles.

After a while, the particles seemed to be magnetic in front of her, "hugging" each other, reunited, stacked, and then turned into three things that gradually became smaller in circles.

"This...why does it look like Yoneda?" Tang Baona looked at the shape of these three things and felt a little dumbfounded.

Tang Baona kept experimenting with the materials and residues made from the rock slab, because she found that as she "composed" more times and understood something more, she became more comfortable in creating and editing it. It is also more able to grasp the meaning of each melody relatively accurately. To "compose" a new thing to edit and influence it requires a new adaptation process.

So Tang Baona kept trying, incorporating various "music styles" and creating various special melodies, and then let the residue formed by the rock slabs take on various states.

Tang Baona was immersed in this mysterious ability, absorbed in it, and couldn't extricate herself.

After once again turning the residue into small cubes of the same size as a sugar cube, Tang Baona suddenly felt that the indoor temperature was a bit low. She sneezed and rubbed her nose. She felt that the air in the living room seemed too dry, so she Even my throat and nose felt a little uncomfortable, my eyes hurt a little, and my skin was dry and astringent, which was a bit uncomfortable.

She got up and checked. The central air conditioner in her home was not cooling. She walked to the balcony and then into the living room to feel it. There was indeed a significant difference.

But this feeling soon disappeared. After opening the sliding door of the balcony, the temperature and humidity in the room should have been quickly neutralized by the outside, but what followed was a strong feeling of hunger.

"Is this the 'magic consumption'?" Tang Baona touched her belly and said to herself.

Alice's voice rang on the phone: "Sister Nana, it has been 8 hours and 21 minutes since the last time you ate. The last time you consumed food, the amount of calories converted into calories was 635 calories, so sister Nana, you are just hungry! There is no spell Consume'!"

Tang Baona's face turned red, she picked up her phone and yelled, "If you want to speak, just come out. Don't make any sudden noises!"

Then Alice fell silent.

However, Tang Baona also felt that she could no longer play with those slate residues. Although she didn't understand why the temperature and humidity dropped, it would have an impact on the surrounding environment, so she had to be careful after all.

Tang Baona looked at the pile of slate remnants on the table that looked like small sugar cubes and felt a little headache. Now she has become more proficient in controlling melody expression and composing methods, and has a deeper understanding, but she estimates that she will have to It is still impossible to gather those residues into the original stone slab of the coffee table, at least within a few days.

So after thinking about it, she put the slate remnants into a few garbage bags and hid them under the wardrobe in her room to play with them later.

As for the coffee table in the living room, she decided to contact the local furniture store early tomorrow morning to buy a new coffee table and send it over, and then let the movers deliver the wooden coffee table base directly to the house where she and Yang Zhener lived.

Dad will have to do a series of checks tomorrow morning, and he will definitely not be back soon. When they come back, he will tell them... This new coffee table was given by Xiang Kun!

Well, in this way, their attention will be on "Why did Xiang Kun give away the coffee table?" As for the reason, just make it up and say that the new coffee table was made by Xiang Kun himself? One of the birthday gifts?

Although it was almost four o'clock in the morning, Tang Baona was still not sleepy at all. She went to open the refrigerator and took a look at the abundant leftovers at home, but after thinking about it, she decided to make instant noodles.

Pour the boiling hot water into the bowl of instant noodles. Tang Baona looked at the rising heat, but did not immediately seal the lid of the bowl. Instead, she suddenly had an idea and fiddled with the bracelet on her left wrist with her right hand. , humming a melodious melody softly in his mouth.

Different from the situation when emotional melody affects other people's emotions, when Tang Baona is editing, modifying, and creating the melody of items, it has no effect whether she makes a sound or not, because it is Aili who actually implements the influence and operation. Si, there is no audible sound in the process of "playing". Her humming just helps her find the rhythm better and find a better way to achieve it.

As Tang Baona hummed, the heat from the bowl of noodles began to rise and gather rapidly. After a while, a white mist filled the air in front of her, and the moisture filled her glasses, obscuring her sight.

But even if she didn't have to look, she could still understand what was happening, and the corners of her mouth slowly turned up.