fictionpage Chapter 448 The Case is Solved
Chapter 448 The Case is Solved
At that moment, all of China's internet traffic seemed to be swept into a giant black hole.
The live stream chat was originally noisy, with people frantically searching for the "child who will sing in the background".
When the close-up shot cut to Jiang Baizhi's almost divine profile, there was an absolute stillness for a second.
Under a high-definition camera.
Jiang Baizhi's slender neck undulated slightly, and the frequency of her mouth opening was perfectly synchronized with her clear and ethereal child's voice.
[The case is solved... Holy crap, it's really solved!]
My keyboard just fell to the ground. Can anyone tell me how Jiang Baizhi, the goddess, manages to speak in a five-year-old's voice?
[I also tried to imitate a child's voice by choking myself, but my mom thought I was choking on phlegm and hit me... But the voice was so natural! So natural that I felt like a little girl had really been shrunk inside the goddess Bai Zhi!]
Everyone realized that the child's voice truly came from Jiang Baizhi.
soon.
After a brief period of silence, the barrage of comments erupted into a torrent ten times more frenzied than before.
[Voice acting masters, come and see God! This voice control is simply divine intervention—it's like God is pouring talent into her throat through a funnel!]
[It's more than just voice acting! Count how many skills Bai Zhi has showcased since her debut! Original lyrics and music, guitar, piano, and that ancient-style dance that went viral at the school sports meet...]
Is this kind of equipment even possible for a human? I think she was sent from the neighboring immortal realm to help the poor!
Amidst a frenzy of praise for "all-around talent, awesomeness," a bold, golden comment slowly scrolled by.
Stop marveling at the technology... Didn't you guys listen carefully to the lyrics? Why do I feel so sad?
This sentence.
As if by magic, the millions of viewers who were initially excited instantly fell silent.
People subconsciously stopped typing and, in the music, began to truly examine this young and innocent singing voice.
The stars in the sky are silent, and the children on the ground miss their mothers.
"The eyes in the sky blink and blink, and my heart is like a lupine flower."
on the screen.
Jiang Baizhi stood in the center of the stage, her bright yellow dress exuding a melancholic warmth under the firefly's glow.
Her eyes were closed, and her brows were slightly furrowed as she focused on the task at hand.
A sense of loneliness that transcends two lifetimes, following the innocent child's voice, wrapped itself around everyone's neck.
Yes, why don't the stars talk?
Because those who left have turned into starlight, and can only silently watch the suffering of this world from the void thousands of light-years away.
Everyone fell silent.
Feel the longing conveyed in the song.
"The tea gardens in my hometown are full of flowers, but my heart is with you all over the world."
"Every night I think of my mother's words, tears glistening like lupins."
At the same time.
On the parade ground of the Eastern Military Region, the lively atmosphere was completely washed away by this innocent child's voice.
More than a thousand men in military uniforms, men who usually shed blood and sweat but not tears, were frozen in place, their necks tilted back to the sky.
Tonight, on the outskirts of Kyoto.
The night sky was as pure as a giant piece of black velvet.
Without the obstruction of clouds, a dozen or so stars twinkled leisurely.
The stars in the sky are silent, and the children on the ground miss their mothers.
Jiang Baizhi's singing, accompanied by the slightly rough static of the projector, pierced the hearts of these greenhorns, word by word.
The soldiers who were just marveling at how the goddess could mimic a voice have lost their surprise and are now all sighing in unison.
"I know the stars sing at midnight~"
"On nights when I'm homesick, it sings to me like this~"
The singing, like a damp mist, instantly filled the entire playground.
As the song played, images began to automatically fill in the blanks in everyone's minds.
Some people were reminded of their mothers when they were young, who would boil an egg for them when they saw they were craving something sweet.
Later, the fire used to boil eggs in the stove was replaced by the fire used to burn paper money.
Some people remembered their father, who always nagged them about their lack of integrity, and he became a black and white photograph, never to speak again.
Those words of advice and warmth have become the heaviest memories at this moment.
"When all that's left of youth is a diary, black hair will turn white."
The atmosphere on the playground became thick and heavy, and even the wind carried a salty taste.
"The only thing that remains unchanged is that song, which keeps playing in my heart."
"Ah—ah—"
"Every night I think of my mother's words, tears glistening like lupins!"