[Travel] When a Musical Specialist Meets an Insomniac CEO (Part 2) ^…

If the pianist is not a Raider, then he is indeed a potential stock.

Unfortunately, he is not only a raider, but also a raider who can launch large-scale attacks.

His true ability is currently unknown, what if his true ability is hypnosis?

What if he could plant the seeds of hypnosis in all the fans who have listened to his songs, so that they would be stimulated at the critical moment and become his puppets?

Not only do I have no intention of promoting the pianist, but if anyone else wants to promote him, I will ban him from the industry.

But at the moment, my plan coincides with that of President Mu, so there is no need to let a raider affect our cooperation.

I smiled and extended my hand. "Thank you for your trust. I hope we can have a happy cooperation."

Mr. Mu's slightly tense back finally relaxed. He stretched out his hand and shook mine. "It's a pleasure to work with you."

…

As for the pianist, I certainly won't allocate resources to him.

I won't even let him enter the entertainment industry and into the public eye.

A week later, the pianist's concert began.

The audience of this concert included well-known piano masters, directors worth hundreds of millions, and the pianist’s fanatical fans.

But in fact, they all have a common identity - researcher.

Everyone present came here with only one purpose, to record the pianist's music and study his hypnotic ability subtly.

All the networks that the pianist is connected to are "star versions" specially built for him. In the network built for him, he can only see what we want him to see and contact the people we want him to contact.

This is the world created for him, "The Truman Show".

I sat in the VIP seat and looked at the pianist on the stage.

The pianist stood in front of the piano and bowed to the audience. When he stood up, his eyes met mine. He seemed surprised, but soon adjusted his expression and smiled.

【Oh my god, it’s that kind gentleman from that day! 】

【I didn’t expect to meet you again. 】

[I was so nervous at my first concert.]

[If everyone falls asleep after playing the song, wouldn’t it be awkward if no one applauds? ]

[Wow wow, this is so embarrassing just thinking about it!!!]

It seems that in the script that the pianist set for himself, he "should not" understand his own value.

President Mu had no intention of telling him how valuable he was.

interesting.

So, what did he arrange for me, a redemption scenario of "a wise man recognizes the essence and saves the canary from the sea of ​​suffering"; or a criminal law scenario of "a gloomy president steals someone's love and tyrannically imprisons the pet"?

Facing the pianist's voice and gaze, I sat in the front row, waiting for the concert to begin.

The pianist took a deep breath and sat down.

The moment he played the first note, all fifty-six data collection machines started up, and the cameras and radios watched him silently.

This time he changed the song, the tune was soothing and melodious, reminding people of the afternoon sunshine, the cat purring in his arms, and the scent of grass in the air.

Let people——

sleepy.

However, before the concert, all researchers who received the assignment were given a day off to ensure adequate sleep.

So far, no one has slept.

I saw the pianist glance inconspicuously toward the audience, and after seeing that everyone was awake, he paused almost imperceptibly, almost missing the beat.

What I saw was also seen by the researcher who was responsible for observing his facial expressions and physical signs.

Gradually, some of the audience began to "feel sleepy". Their heads drooped down little by little, as if they had fallen into a deep sleep.

The pianist's expression relaxed a little.

As expected, it is his ability to make people sleep, and he is deliberately making the audience fall asleep.

Then, the voices that rang in my ears, such as "Did I mess up again? Why did someone fall asleep again?" and "Should I not play such a soothing song?", were not his true voices.

He can make me hear the psychological activities that he wants me to hear and make me think that these are his inner voices.

After one song ended, he changed to the second one.

This piece is more soothing and has a stronger ability to induce sleep.

The researchers, who had had a good rest for a long time, were actually made a little sleepy by this song.

Alarm bells started ringing in my heart.

I thought he could only make people sleepy, but I didn't expect that he could also make people who are full of energy feel sleepy.

Is this the extent of his abilities?

Or is this just the tip of the iceberg of his abilities?

The following songs were more hypnotic than the last, and many researchers had to pinch their thighs to prevent themselves from falling asleep.

But on the surface, everyone fell asleep, leaving me alone sitting in the middle of the first row, the odd one out who couldn't sleep.

Being too special won’t easily expose his true colors.

During the last song, I slowly closed my eyes and fell into a light sleep.

At this moment, I heard one of his notes was half a beat slower.

When the song ended, the hall fell silent.

I heard his inner voice again.

[What should I do? All the audience members are asleep...]

[Am I really a bad pianist? ]

It's enough to install it here.

I opened my eyes and was once again the first person to applaud him.

“Snap! Snap! Snap!”

My applause echoed in the concert hall, waking up all the half-asleep researchers, and they clapped along with me, and the applause was like a tide.

I looked towards the pianist, and as expected, I met his eyes filled with gratitude.

[It was this kind-hearted gentleman who helped me out again. I must find a chance to thank him this time! ]

At the same time, the voice of the researcher outside came through my headset.

[CEO, the radio has detected two sounds. One is the piano sound codenamed "Pianist". The other sound is in a very special state. It is not spreading in all directions, but only in one direction, and the destination is you.]

I smiled slightly, lowered my hands, and nodded slightly in the direction of the pianist.

Sure enough, the voice of the heart is a scam.

What I heard was what he wanted me to hear.

Just like what this world did to him.

…

After the concert, I deliberately did not leave and stayed for a while longer, and sure enough, I met the pianist who came to see me.

Today the pianist wore a white suit, which was simple and elegant, and made his face look even fairer and more delicate.

Especially those hands, which look more like jade carvings.

But not as good looking as the assistant's.

I don’t know if the assistant can play the piano.

I don't know if he is interested in this.

If he wants, I can teach him.

I have been learning various skills since I was young, and piano is just one of them.

If I were to teach him, I would wrap my hands around the back of his hands from behind, pull his fingers, and press them on the keys.

...No, maybe I don't need to teach him. Maybe in some previous life he had, he had learned the skill of playing the piano.

He knows all of me, but I only know part of him.

Although I was mentally prepared, I couldn't help but narrow my eyes, curl my lips nonchalantly, and asked the pianist in front of me, "What's wrong?"

The pianist blushed slightly, "I, I came to see you, sir, to thank you."

"oh?"

【Ahhh, I'm so nervous! 】

[How can I say this? ]

[And I think Mr. Kindheart is handsome from a distance, but why is he even more handsome when I get closer? ]

He closed his eyes and said with red cheeks, "Thank you for being the first one to applaud me!"

Once you get started, talking becomes easier.

"The music I play always makes people sleepy. After I finish playing, no one ever says that I play well, and no one applauds me. They just say that the music I play makes people sleepy."

“You’re the first person to applaud me.”

"thank you!"

He closed his eyes and bowed to me. He bowed so hard that his hair brushed against my chest, smelling like grass.

Very refreshing.

I smiled and said, "No need to thank me, I just think you play well and I agree with you as a listener."

There was still a blush on his face that had not yet faded.

"They always say that my piano playing makes people sleepy."

I stared at his whorl of hair. "Everyone has their own strengths. Your ability to play piano music in a way that makes people fall asleep is also amazing. It can help many people with insomnia."

He raised his head suddenly, his eyes bright, as if he had never thought of doing this before, "Really?"

[I can help others fall asleep, can I help people with insomnia? ]

[I never thought I could do this! ]

【Oh my god, thanks to this gentleman, I am so grateful, I don’t know what to do. 】

I looked into his eyes which were watery with excitement and said, "Of course."

He blurted out, "Thank you!"

"I don't know how to repay you for showing me a path I never knew existed."

"How about I play it for you once? This time you won't have sleepless nights!"

I looked at his nervous face and smiled slowly, "Well, thank you very much."

How strange.

Why did he think that I, who follow a strict schedule every day, have a team of nutritionists to manage my health, and have no worries in my career or family life, would suffer from insomnia?

Can't he see my lush hair and eyes without a single sign of dark circles?