Amy thinks this song is Han Jue's distress signal.

But she can't do anything and change nothing.

She had no choice but to those murderers who pushed Han Jue into the abyss step by step.

Amy hugged Coben's body and cried.

But all the crying was overshadowed by the sad electric guitar solo.

On the big screen on the stage, the sound of the electric guitar gradually weakened. Just as people thought the melody slowly became soft, Han Jue's singing and the style of the song suddenly changed.

Like a strong wind, like a sudden rain.

【I see a little silhouetto of a man

I saw a small figure

Scaramouche, Scaramouche will you do the fandango

Clown, coward, can you dance the Fontango dance

Thunderbolts and lightning, Very, very frightening me

The thunder and lightning really scared me

Gallileo, gallileo...

Galileo, Galileo...

Magnifico-o-o-oh

Aristocrat

I"m just a poor boy, nobody loves me

But I'm just a poor kid, no one loves me

He"s just a poor boy from a poor family

He's just a poor kid in a poor family

Spare him his life from this monstrosity

Let this freak live

Easy come, easy go, will you let me go

I'm always ordered, will you let me go

Bismillah! No, we will not let you go, let him go

In the name of God! We will not let you go, let him go

Bismillah! We will not let you go, let him go...

In the name of God! We will not let you go, let him go...]

The opera singing style and form suddenly appeared, and the audience was stunned, as if they were suddenly drenched in sadness.

In today's music festival, no, there have been no songs of opera in the entire American music festival history. No one had ever thought about it, but it was so suitable.

This opera staged a trial.

Han Jue seemed to face tens of thousands of people alone, and the sounds he made alone were always covered by the sounds made by the opposite side. Some of the sounds on the opposite side were sharp and harsh, some were smooth and vague, but together, they could pretend to be solemn and righteous, and they would be judged on the spot in a noisy way.

It's like the judgment of Han Jue in reality.

In this movement of [Me too], Han Jue emphasized the truth several times through official statements and cooperated with the police's investigation. The police investigation results were released, but everyone did not listen. Everyone felt that the truth they had was the truth, and everyone felt that Han Jue and the official were working together to cover up a lie, and everyone was immersed in the pleasure of the wall being knocked down by everyone.

It's a farce.

【So you think you can stone me and spit in my eye

So you think you can kill me with a stone and spit on me

So you think you can love me and leave me to die

So you think you can love me and let me die alone.

Oh, baby, can"t do this to me baby

Oh, baby, can't do this to me, baby

Just gotta get out, just gotta get right outta here...

I have to go out, I have to escape from this place…]

Han Jue's singing suddenly became playful.

As a fan who has always believed that Han Jue was an innocent person, Amy's emotions also became excited at this time. She heard the counterattack in Han Jue's lyrics.

The Bible: John's Gospel tells a story in Chapter 8. The general idea is that a good man brought a woman and said that the woman had committed sexual misconduct. According to the law of the prophet Moses, she should be stoned to death. The good man wanted to frame Jesus and took the handle of Jesus, so he asked Jesus what to do now? Onlookers were waiting to see Jesus joke. While bent down on the ground, Jesus said: Whoever is sinful among you can beat her with stones first. After hearing this, everyone bowed their heads and dispersed.

Han Jue used lyrics to mock those who hit him with stones but were not innocent at all.

He also mocked the fans and fans who loved him deeply but now doubted him to despise him.

In the passionate music, Amy became happy, thinking that Han Jue would fight back as he had been denied as before. As a result, the music gradually became bleak in Amy's dazed expression.

In the soft piano sound, Han Jueyi sang:

【Nothing really matters

Nothing makes sense

Anyone can see

Anyone can see

Nothing really matters

Nothing matters

Nothing really matters to me

It doesn't matter to me anymore]

He was tired, forget it, and wanted to quit.

Han Jue sat in front of the piano for a while, and no one let out a sound of it at the scene. There was no applause or cheers, and people just looked at the man's back. They hoped that the person on the screen could say something.

However, from beginning to end, Han Jue said nothing except singing, or what he wanted to say was in the song.

After more than ten seconds, Han Jue stood up and left the piano.

In a few seconds, the big screen suddenly turned black.
Chapter completed!