Entertainment: A song that brought his deceased wife back to life.

The third day after the semi-finals.

The trending topics have changed.

The entries for "bright moon and gentle breeze" and "bluebird and flying fish" are still in the top ten, but the top spot has changed.

#BrightMoonAndGentleWindBerlinEx-LoveExExposed#

#Genius female student dies of depression, suspected to be related to Mingyue Qingfeng#

#Full version of the five-second recording leaked; AI identifies it as a real human voiceprint#

Luo Qianyu sat on the living room sofa, the soft light from her phone screen shining on her face.

She's been scrolling through the page for forty minutes now, like a spectator in the front row.

The earliest post revealing the information came from an overseas music forum.

Someone posted in English, which was quickly reposted on Weibo, along with a two-minute and forty-second audio clip.

This is thirty times longer than the previous five seconds.

The first half is the complete humming of that female voice.

The melody is soothing, yet carries an indescribable sense of fragility.

The second half is a highly visual and intimate conversation.

A male voice asked, "Did you take your medicine today?"

The woman chuckled softly: "I ate it. Just kidding."

The man's voice was silent for a few seconds: "...I'll stay with you."

A soft female voice replied, "You always say that."

The post also included a blurry photo with poor resolution.

The filming location appears to be a small alley in Berlin, showing the backs of two people.

The man was wearing a black coat, and the woman was wearing a light-colored scarf.

The comments section is already in a frenzy.

The headlines from these marketing accounts are getting more and more outrageous, pushing the limits of human imagination.

[A Deep Dive into the Past of Mingyue Qingfeng in Berlin: A Prodigy Girl Dies of Depression, and He Wrote His Epitaph with Half a Lifetime of Music!]

[Full recording leaked! This is the true muse for all of Mingyue Qingfeng's divine songs!]

[Is Luo Qianyu just a substitute? The person who resided in Mingyue Qingfeng's heart has long since ceased to exist.]

After reading the last cringe-worthy comment, Luo Qianyu locked her screen.

She placed her phone face down on the sofa, lay on her back, and stared intently at the ceiling.

The sound of chopping vegetables came from the kitchen; Xu Qing was making dinner.

I lay there for three minutes.

She suddenly rolled over and picked up her phone again.

Unlock it, tap on that audio clip, and listen to it from beginning to end.

I listened to it a second time.

When the woman said, "You always say that," the last syllable of her voice rose slightly.

It exudes an extremely intimate, coquettish sense of dependence.

Luo Qianyu slammed her phone shut and slammed it back onto the sofa.

Two minutes later, she couldn't resist again.

This time, she didn't listen to the audio; instead, she swiped to the most upvoted analysis post in the comments section.

Honestly, after hearing this conversation, I'm completely convinced. Go listen to the choruses of all of Mingyue Qingfeng's songs; the emotional trajectory is consistently one of "loss." Someone who has written about "loss" for so many years definitely has someone in their heart who can never return. No matter how good Luo Qianyu is, she's ultimately just a latecomer.

This post has a whopping 80,000 likes.

Luo Qianyu stared at the words "latecomer" for ten seconds.

Then she shoved her phone into the sofa cushions, got up, and walked to the kitchen doorway.

Xu Qing was slicing potatoes, his knife skills were as steady as an old dog, and the slices were extremely even.

The bandage on the web of my right hand has been replaced with a new one, which is clean and white.

"Xu Qing."

"Um."

Have you seen the trending topics?

"I didn't see it."

Where's your phone?

"Charging."

Luo Qianyu leaned against the door frame, her arms crossed over her chest.

"Shall I broadcast it to you online?"

Xu Qing stopped wielding the knife.

"You report it."

Luo Qianyu opened her mouth, but no sound came out.

She stood there, staring intently at Xu Qing's back.

Whose voice was that?

Xu Qing deftly sliced ​​the last potato, put down the knife, and rinsed his hands.

He grabbed a towel to dry himself and turned around.

Do you believe me?

"I believe you," Luo Qianyu replied instantly, her voice tense, "but I also want to know the truth."

Xu Qing looked at her.

Luo Qianyu appeared calm on the surface, but her hands, clasped in front of her chest, were gripping her sleeves tightly.

"Come here," Xu Qing said.

Luo Qianyu remained motionless, as if rooted to the ground.

"Not coming over? Planning to stand at the door like a gatekeeper?"

"My place has great feng shui."

Xu Qing walked straight over, stretched out his long arm, and pulled her up by the waist.

Before Luo Qianyu could even gasp in surprise, he had already carried her to the living room sofa and forced her to sit on his lap.

"Let go—"

"No, sit still and listen to me."

"I'm not a three-year-old—"

"Let me finish speaking, then you can do whatever you want."

Luo Qianyu immediately shut up.

Xu Qing placed his hand on her waist, his grip neither too tight nor too loose.

"That voice didn't belong to anyone."

Luo Qianyu raised an eyebrow, her face clearly saying, "Keep making this up."

"That was AI-generated."

"...Do you really think I'm an naive fool? There are authoritative voiceprint identification reports online, and experts say it's a real person."

"There's no need to embarrass yourself with that expert's expertise," Xu Qing said calmly. "The formant distribution in that recording does resemble that of a human, but the decay curve of the fourth formant is entirely uniform. When a real person speaks, the airflow passing through the vocal tract creates irregular turbulence, making the decay absolutely non-linear."

Luo Qianyu was completely confused.

"Don't try to show off your physics knowledge to me."

"Then I'll say something from the living world." Xu Qing looked directly into her eyes. "That voice, I created it."

Luo Qianyu was completely stunned.

"Did you build this?"

"Seven years ago, in Berlin."

Xu Qing removed his hand from her waist, reached under the coffee table, and pulled open a hidden compartment that Luo Qianyu had never noticed before.

Inside lay a dark blue hard-shell folder, its edges slightly whitish and frayed.

He handed the folder to Luo Qianyu.

Luo Qianyu took it and opened it.

The first page is a project proposal written entirely in English, with the emblem of Humboldt University of Berlin prominently displayed at the top, along with an unfamiliar laboratory logo.

Project Name: Project Siren.

"Siren?" Luo Qianyu murmured.

"The sirens in Greek mythology used their songs to lure sailors," Xu Qing explained. "The core principle is to use AI to synthesize human voices at specific frequencies to stimulate the auditory nerves of patients with severe depression, induce dopamine secretion, and assist in intervention and treatment."

Luo Qianyu turned to the second page.

Above is an extremely complex sound wave spectrum diagram, covered with densely packed professional annotations.

She couldn't understand it, but managed to spell out the words "optimal soothing frequency".

Optimal frequency of reassurance.

"Is this a research project you're working on?"

"I was the technical lead," Xu Qing said. "I was eighteen years old that year. The project was jointly initiated by the Department of Neuroscience and the Department of Musical Acoustics at Humboldt University, and I was fully responsible for the acoustic modeling."

Luo Qianyu turned around in surprise: "You were studying at university in Berlin when you were eighteen?"

"I didn't finish reading it."

Why?

"Because something happened."

Xu Qing's tone remained flat, but Luo Qianyu felt his hand, which was resting on her waist again, tighten slightly.

"The prototype system was completed, and the results were incredibly impressive. In initial clinical trials, the symptoms of three critically ill patients showed significant improvement. However, word got out, and multinational corporations took notice."

"Deep Sea Capital?"

"Yes. They want to commercialize this thing completely—not for treating illnesses, but for precise control. To interfere with consumers' decisions with specific voices, manipulate emotions, and thus dominate behavior. Simply put, it's cyber-era mind-washing."

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(These chapters are a bit sci-fi-oriented; I've been polishing them for a day, so I'll leave it at that for now.)

(Song request station)

(If there are fewer people later, you can tell me your favorite songs and I'll write them down.)