### Volume 1 Chapter 7: Collapsing Sound Field
When Jiang Zhixi pushed Xia Cicada into the locker room, millions of Swarovski crystals were hanging predatory fangs from the chandelier. He untied the boke with one hand and wrapped it around her bleeding wrist, and stuffed the USB flash drive into the champagne bucket with the other hand: "When my father's speech reaches the third minute, the projector in the ice sculpture will automatically start."
"What if it fails?" Xia Cicada tore off the cumsive evening dress skirt, revealing the signal jammer sewn in the lining of the school uniform.
Jiang Zhixi suddenly bit the hearing aid on her earlobe, and the tip of her tongue rolled away the exuding tissue fluid: "Then blow the harmonica to the main microphone." He tore off the collar to reveal the subcutaneous tracker at the carotid artery. "Prick here, the chip short circuit will trigger the fire sprinkler."
The Wagner Overture suddenly sounded in the banquet hall, and Xia Cicada mixed into the waiter's queue with a red wine box. She counted the iris pattern on the carpet and saw the holographic projection of Jiang's father next to the seventh Roman pillar - he was touching the bronze eagle emblem on the podium, which was melted with the trophy when Jiang Zhixi was ten years old.
"Inuko, thank you for your care." Jiang's father turned the black diamond ring on his ring finger, and the ring was engraved with Jiang Zhixi's medical number. "There have been some rumors about hearing impairment recently..." The big screen behind him suddenly switched to the piano room monitoring, and Jiang Zhixi's bloody ear canal close-up caused a scream.
Xia Cicada knocked over the red wine tower and jumped onto the stage, and the harmonica played the first note of "International Song" against the throat. The crystal chandelier began to resonate, and Jiang Zhixi's face suddenly appeared on the arc of all the champagne glasses: "Father, have you heard a sound above 6,000 Hz?"
One second before the chandelier fell with a bang, Xia Cicada saw Jiang Zhixi swring sign language on the control desk on the second floor. That's the code they agreed on in the boiler room last night: the left hand cuts the side of the neck to represent "live", and the right hand clenches the chest means "I'll wait for you".
Tens of millions of crystals collapsed like the Milky Way, and Jiang Zhixi threw her down and rolled into the bulletproof podium. Blood dripped into her collarbone in the smoke, and he caught the splashing glass blade with his bare hands: "Count three to run to the escape channel, and the password is your mother's hospitalization number."
"Let's go together!" Xia Cicada tore off his shirt and pressed the curled tendon of his palm. Jiang Zhixi suddenly bit the tip of his tongue and smeared blood on her lips: "I want to leave evidence to prove that you kidnapped me." He pushed her down the downhill passage and turned to the bodyguard with a gun in the thick smoke: "The hostage escaped through the vent, chasing."
Xia Cicada felt the emergency package hidden in advance by Jiang Zhixi in the sewage pipe. The bandage is wrapped in blood-stained peppermint candy paper, and the coordinates written by an ionized pen on the back: 35°41' north latitude, 139°41' east longitude - Tokyo National Theater, the venue of the final chapter of the Revolution.
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