### Volume 1 Chapter 12: Bloody Waltz
When Eno's cochlea oozed pale blue blood, Xia Cicada was on his feet and titting his bow tie for him. The rader lights of the prom swept through the auditorium dome, reflecting the strawberry stickers on the cochlear shell into countless heart-shaped spots.
"The last dance." He suddenly tightened his hand around her waist and pressed the outline of the burn scar with his fingers. "No matter what happens later, don't look back at me."
Su Yuwei's perfume pierces the jazz melody. She wore the same black skirt as when she sprinkled the fixative, and her nails scratched the unhealed wound on Xia Cicada's back: "It's really touching to match the defective product with the defective product." In the pendant inlaid with the Jiang family emblem, the seventeen-year-old cicada specimen is flapping its wings crazily.
Jiang Ye suddenly turned around and pushed Xia Cicada out of the attack range and crashed into the heating sound equipment. His cochlea gave a sharp beep, which resonated with the century-old school bell in the auditorium. When the prelude of Requiem came out of the pendulum, Su Yuwei's pendant suddenly burst, and the fragments of the cicada wings flew like a rain of knives.
"Run!" Jiang Ye protected Xia Chan with his body and rolled to the terrace. His body temperature was rapidly losing. In the wavelight of the swimming pool, Xia Chan saw the same blue and purple bruise as Jiang Zhixi on his collarbone - it was an eternal birthmark branded by patriarchy.
The moment they hugged each other and fell into the water, Jiang Ye wrapped the strawberry hair rope around the leaking sound line. The moment the high-voltage current passes through the pool water, all the eavesdropping devices turn to ashes in the blue light. The bubbles were wrapped in blood, and his last lip words were: "Go to the iron box in the attic."
At midnight, Xia Chan found a rusty cookie box in the attic of the concert hall. In the yellowed diary, there is Jiang Zhixi's ten-year-old painting: a little girl in a strawberry skirt picks up cicadas in the rainstorm, and the date of their first meeting is marked in the lower right corner - it turns out that the bicycle collision is a nine-year-old reunion.
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