Chapter 390:

+Until you get used to it, it is the real physical torture. I wonder if you can get used to it without anyone educating you — some scientists show you how to protect your nerves from such heinous Racket injury. Because the sound cannot be adjusted and scaled. There is no key. It seems that the laws of acoustics have been lifted and the sound becomes crazy.
In an instant, there was nothing, no other voices, and you could hear a man or a woman speaking clearly, as if the individual was under the dome. Then, the messy notes will engulf the sound, followed by the barking of a dog or a motorcycle whistle. The only sound that can be consistently identified is the thunder of power plants and harbours, which sounds much louder than that of the season of the year.
The tuning of the orchestra cannot approximate confusion. Because the members of the orchestra are trying to find a pitch and gradually tap it, and every sound in that cave seems to be played with a different pitch and key.
Mahatma said: "This is the latest news from Li Huai." "Li Huai has only studied this phenomenon for two to three hundred years. It may take Li Huai another two to three hundred years to control it."
I want to ask some questions, but I can't be moved by the cursed discord. However, you can hear other sounds perfectly. When I stroked my hand on the rock floor, I could at least hear the flapping sound as usual. Maybe more. When Gray Mahatma spoke, each word was divided and sharp.
He said: "Now you will hear the voice of another city." "Observe that there are as many voices in the city as the voices of men. No two are the same. Sound and color are the same thing, and different things express the same thing. And the levels of the two are unlimited."
He caught the attention of one of them.
"Kolkata!" he said, his voice not entirely commanding, but certainly not complimenting.
The man did not confirm the order in any other way, so he knelt down and picked up a huge tuning fork about three feet long. Then he made some adjustments to the tuning fork, which took about five minutes. He might have been spinning the screw of the micrometer; I couldn't see it. Then, lifting the fork over his shoulder, he knocked the floor with the fork, and then the vowel sounded as clearly as a bell, resounding through the dome.
The effect is almost ridiculous. It makes you want to laugh. Everyone in the cave laughed. I dare say that if he knew the truth, Li Huai would have discovered the mother of comedy. That banknote drove all other banknotes out of the dome, like a dog might chase a sheep, and the wind blew away the cloud because the police drove the little boy off the grass. They are actually inaudible, and you can't imagine them hiding nearby. They were gone forever, a clear vowel-in the middle-vibrating back and forth, as if looking for the smell that had already emanated there.
Mahatma said: "This is the tone of all properties." "All sounds, all colors, all thoughts, all vibrations are centered in the note. This is the key to unlock them all."
When the last ringtone showed infinite strides, the silence that followed was the absolute and most terrifying silence I have ever heard. The possibility of sound seems to cease to exist. You cannot believe that there will be a sound, and you cannot remember what a sound is like. The entire senses and their functions have been taken away from your hands, and the resulting void has died out-so gone that it cannot survive unless fear becomes a perception. You may feel very scared, I will tell you the level of fear:
There is a feeling that these people are fooling the forces that run the universe, and the next trip may be a mistake, which may lead to the wrong result, such as touching two high-voltage wires and multiplying them. You cannot resist the suggestion that the world may break at any time.
At the same time, the guy with the tuning fork fiddled with the thick part of its stem again, and as the veterans used their two-handed swords to rotate it around their heads, he placed it on a small ring. The anvil arranged around him like numbers on a clock.
You can see Kolkata almost immediately! The miracle is the opposite of the previous one. The loud, dense, sharp, and discordant notes he struck were immediately engulfed by a noisy sea. It seemed to not only have color, but even smell. You might smell Kolkata! But of course this is just a suggestion-a sensational technique that makes you salivate when you see another person sucking on a lemon.
You can even hear crows sitting on trees in the park and biting passersby. You can hear the organs in the Christian church, as well as the rants of religious Quran reading. The sound of small horses’ hoofs, the whistling of cars, the whistling of cars, the sucking of the Huli River, the rumbling of sirens, the roar of trains, and the peculiar noise of the Kolkata swarms, I casually did not think that I was about to put on the hood. cobra.
In the noisy sea of ​​the dome, one person immediately stood out-a man speaking English with a slight accent. As long as the reverberation of these two tuning forks lasts for a long time, you can hear his shouting, and then his voice gradually disappears into the sea of ​​noise, like a rock, which has been shown above the surface of the maelstrom moment.
Gray Mahatma said: "This is a member of the legislature, where all night ignorant men make laws that make fools break the law."
He signed with Kim and I to stay seated, he himself crossed the floor to where the main tuner was, squatted beside him, started picking up the tuning fork, and hitting the other with one tuning fork. Every time he makes some city sounds or other sounds, he sets himself apart, just as the subject appears in the music. Only some vibrations seem to collide with other vibrations instead of mixing with them, and when this happens, the effect is very unpleasant.
Finally, he made a combination that made me jump up as effectively as a sudden toothache. Some other voices had more influence on Jin, but that one made him pass by and tortured me. The Gray Mahatma watched his head slightly close to one side, and immediately began to tap the two forks as fast as he clapped his hands, each time it increased the intensity.
If I stay there, I will go crazy or die within five minutes. I felt as if I was shaken, as if my whole body was being broken down into its components. I lay on the floor with my head in my hands and dared to yell, but I didn't know.
In any case, Jin understood and acted immediately. He grabbed my arm and dragged me face down to the door. He had to put me down to find a way to open things. After finishing this work, he dragged me into the hallway, where the pain disappeared like the pain when the dentist extracted a stone. No sound came from the open door to Li Huai. No matter how immature their particular branch of science is, they have learned how to locate noise absolutely.
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