musicians of old

Chapter 136 Mobile Exhibition Hall (4K [-]-in-[-])

In the empty guide hall, three black figures illuminated by lanterns looked at each other for a few seconds.

Joan spoke first, her soft and waxy voice echoing in the darkness: "Caroun, is your bathroom blocked?"

"It's not that I haven't had this kind of suspicion. Maybe it's a dead mouse somewhere in the corner."

As Fan Ning said, he led the way to the event hall on the short side of the "L" shape on the first floor with the lamp: "But it's a bit strange... When I came here more than half a year ago, there didn't seem to be such an obvious smell..."

"You mean that this unpleasant smell has suddenly become stronger in the past six months? ... Hey, wait for me." Joan quickly followed the two people in front.

Fan Ning's "candle" spirit sense is much stronger than the other two, and he is more familiar with this place. At this time, while exploring the way ahead, he explained the functional layout of the original floors of the museum to the two behind.

Although in this case, the environment is more terrifying than last time, but his expression at the moment is quite relaxed.

It's just an art gallery that has been in disrepair for a long time. The last time I came here alone, I didn't see much. This time, there are three people with knowledge.

This event hall used to be mainly used for auctions, conferences or some small-scale performances, and it can accommodate about [-] guests. Now the auditorium is covered with a thick layer of dust. When walking through it, it is obvious that the skin will touch spider webs from time to time. Feel.

Several people circled the hall twice in the dark, but found nothing unusual.

"This is suitable for a chamber music hall in the future, but it's only small at best. I'm afraid it won't be possible to perform a symphony here." Joan commented as she stood on the empty stage holding a lantern, looking at the two people below.

"I never thought about building a symphony hall here, it's too unrealistic." Fanning responded, "Even if it is transformed into a chamber music hall, more aisles and cast and crew lounges are needed behind the stage. In terms of cost It’s not cost-effective. My idea for this piece is to maintain the design of the event hall and build a rehearsal hall and recording studio on the first floor directly below it…”

He continued to think for himself: "Well, in the first stage, the official performances of the orchestra are mainly invited to major concert halls, and the short side of the L-shape will build a separate building connected to it... The external expansion should take into account my economic ability and risk resistance..."

"Callon, is there a telephone in your art gallery?" Joan suddenly asked an inexplicable question.

"What do you mean?" Fanning asked in surprise.

"Why do I feel like I heard a phone ringing upstairs..." Joan tilted her head in doubt.

"...Can you stop scaring people?" Rao Fan Ning was already a fifth-level sage, and the lantern in his hand couldn't help shaking a few times, and he even glanced at the dark door of the event hall. .

He remembered that when he checked his father's office on the second floor, there was indeed a phone box on the table, but the wire was broken on the ground, and he stepped on it.

Fan Ning listened carefully for a few seconds with his eyes closed in surprise, and then said: "How can there be any sound from the phone upstairs? Joan, did you hear it wrong? In an environment that is too quiet, people around you may The noise floor is too sensitive."

"Caroun, it seems that there really is. I'm not sure if I heard it myself." Sheeran spoke at this moment.

The three couldn't help getting closer.

This really made Fan Ning look nervous, not because he was afraid of some kind of ghosts and ghosts. In this mystical world, if there are any evil spirits in this art museum, it is within the acceptable range …

He is purely out of caution, the system of this world is too chaotic, he has experienced several battles, and each time he encountered factors beyond his expectations, and the wise people who often come and go in the mysterious side field may die. More inexplicable than ordinary people.

This art gallery has hidden many secrets before, and Fan Ning is very worried at the moment that an existence that no one can understand suddenly emerges from somewhere.

After listening carefully for another ten seconds, Fan Ning still shook his head in doubt: "I really didn't hear anything. You know, my sense of 'candle' is much stronger than yours."

Xilan said: "This voice is vague and intermittent. I really heard it just now, but it seems to be different from what Joan said. Now I hear nothing..."

Joan also said at this time: "It doesn't have to be the phone call, it can only be said to be similar to a relatively sharp and dense sound... And it doesn't have to be upstairs. I just asked you in the first reaction. Without external stimuli, it is easy to change the way of description when listening repeatedly..."

Her tone gradually became less confident when she said that: "Callon's spiritual sense is so strong that I didn't hear it. Maybe we are hallucinating..."

"I heard a little bit again!" Sheeran was sure this time, "Joan's later description was more accurate, some kind of sharper chime, but it was too weak, much weaker than the violin at the beginning of Callon's symphony." Treble A is still weak"

"But I feel that the direction is not upstairs, but the far end on the other side of this floor... It's gone again."

"The far end on the other side? The mobile exhibition hall?" Fan Ning suddenly looked serious.

He remembered that when he came to the art museum half a year ago, it was the direction he headed in the first place.

At that time, he felt that the stench was getting stronger and stronger as he walked, and his heart gradually became hairy. Later, the blocked path gave him a reason to retreat and change sides.

"Go over there and have a look, everyone be careful." Fan Ning pulled out the baton in his lapel, and led the way out of the door of the activity hall, his spiritual sense had already fully activated it.

Sheeran skillfully pulled out the military automatic pistol and followed. She has done a lot of shooting practice according to Fanning's instructions in the past few months. As for Joan...she has tried Fanning's advice, but judging from the training effect, she The talent has nothing to do with shooting at all.

In the narrow, dark gallery, the three of them walked slowly in a row.

The rancid smell mixed with the musty smell was getting stronger and stronger.

Fanning slowly led the way with baton in hand, Joan in the middle, and Sheeran stepped back with rifle in hand, staring into the darkness behind.

I have to say that in this environment, the back is as disturbing as the front. The three of them marched like this, giving each other a lot of support in their hearts.

"Do you still hear?" Fanning asked once during the period.

"I didn't hear it again after leaving the event hall." Both said so.

The walls on both sides are empty, just like before, occasionally there are some graffiti that haven't been cleaned up, or smudges like flowing water enter the light circle of everyone's lantern.

After walking around the corner of the corridor and coming to a place with a wider view, the two little girls turned their heads, showing the same dumbfounded expressions as before Fanning.

Under the faint light of the lantern, the sight is full of scattered easels, picture frames, tables and benches, as well as dismantled doors and windows, and plaster bodies stuffed in the gaps: portraits, geometric figures, fruit models, facial features models .Slightly taller than Fanning.

"Joan, can you control the light of your first acquaintance with these things?" Fanning asked.

"They are too different and independent. It is difficult to define them as wounds, but I can try. The three of them stand together and walk against the wall."

Fanning walked to the edge of the wall and propped up a slanted wooden door. Under Joan's control, scattered small objects slid down to the gap on the other side, and several people squeezed in. Amid the uncomfortable smell, they continued to Spread the desks and windows forward.
The open space gradually closed, and the three walked along the wall and entered the long and narrow corridor again.

Then everyone found that there were far more debris than they thought, and the three of them hurriedly supported them, and they had stumbled and walked nearly twenty meters away, and there was still no end.

After a while, several people leaned against the wall and took a rest surrounded by debris on three sides. Their arms were still supporting several key points of strength to prevent large objects from falling down.

Fanning's spiritual sense protruded along the gap, and it may take more than [-] meters to reach the end of the pile.

"Caroun, this is really exhausting. What's the situation? Is this your warehouse? You piled things up?" Joan asked out of breath.

"I really don't know." Fan Ning looked helpless, "This direction is a mobile exhibition hall serving freelance artists. I don't understand why there are so many sundries piled up in the end. This is probably all the easels, doors and windows in the entire art gallery. , tables and chairs, and sketching props.”

He couldn't help but come up with a strange thought: the Special Patrol Office sneaked into the art gallery before and searched for the fragments of the audio series, have they been here before?
Logically speaking, if there is something hidden in this direction, it is impossible for the pile of debris in the corridor to be as tall as a person and more than [-] meters long to stop them. On the contrary, it may be that the Special Inspection Office will give priority to attention to this area.

Knowing that there is a piece of gold hidden across the way, an ordinary person can make up his mind to take the time to get it, which is annoying at best.

"I heard that voice again."

"I also seem to hear it. It's not a phone call, but some kind of sharp buzzing, but the volume is extremely soft."

The two little girls spoke one after another.

"If you feel that you hear something strange, speak up immediately."

Fan Ning scanned the bodies of the two people with his spiritual sense, and the symbolic meanings of various light and shadow colors are very healthy.

This made Fan Ning very puzzled. Could it be that his ear, the conductor, had the problem?

"Which direction? Is it upstairs, or this direction?"

"It's not clear, it's gone, it's too weak, sometimes it feels like a whisper, sometimes it feels like it's in the distance, and sometimes it feels like it's in my mind..." Sheeran said.

"Move out first." Fanning continued to lift a window in front.

A few minutes later, everyone got out of the pile of debris, and the corridor became empty again. The three of them carefully checked everywhere.

"Caron, if there is something hidden behind the wall, can you find it?"

"My spiritual sense can't penetrate thick objects, but I can definitely find something strange about things like hidden compartments."

On both sides of the corridor, there are many doors leading to the mobile exhibition hall or small rooms. Several people have carefully checked, including every place on the walls and corners, until finally, they have reached the end of the long side corridor on the first floor—the above The second floor is where "Moon Night on the Dnieper River" once hung.

"Did you guys notice when the smell faded?" Joan asked otherwise.

"It's because the nose is gradually getting used to it. It really seems to be worse than before." Sheeran deliberately sniffed a few times.

"It's possible. There's nothing here at all. Let's go back first, and then go to the second and third floors to check." Fan Ning signaled everyone to leave here.

But with the footsteps of turning back, the stench gradually became stronger again!
Fanning stared into the darkness ahead, his eyes flickering.

It was the pile of debris that a few people had worked so hard to move over.

"Go back and walk against the wall on the other side, Joan, it's hard work for you to clean up the small things again." He approached, bent down and stretched out his hands, and opened a long table next to him again, dust fell down, choking several people A fit of coughing.

This time, after only moving a few meters, everyone found a door on the wall.

The door was closed, but the handle was badly rotted. Fanning tried to twist it, but found that it was not locked. The door and the wall were slightly stuck, and he pushed it open after a few light kicks.

This is a relatively regular circular exhibition hall with a diameter of less than ten meters. The room is empty, and the wood pulp-colored wallpaper has been peeled off in large pieces. In the center of the room is a ring-shaped small collection display counter. The wall is also a glass window, and you can see inside Rusted exposed gas pipes for lighting.

Seeing this scene, Fan Ning had some impressions. This double-circular display room is not used for oil paintings, but an installation art exhibition hall, and some small sculptures, handicrafts, prints, and sandstone paintings will also be displayed. .If I remember correctly, there should be several other rooms like this next to it.

A few people walked around it a few times and then left. Sure enough, they walked forward for about ten meters while picking up debris, and they saw another door.

"I just heard that strange sound again and, this time it feels very close." Joan said softly beside her.

Fanning supported the easel behind with one hand, and turned the doorknob again with the other hand. Sheeran stared at the gradually opening door with a gun in his hand without blinking.

A more thick and viscous stench hit the nostrils, and the three of them almost gagged after inhaling a mouthful.

But it was very quiet in the darkness. Fanning stepped in a few steps, frowned and looked around, and then backed out.

Basically the same layout as the previous room.

Afterwards, several people went forward and opened two identical doors, and there was nothing unusual.

The uncomfortable smell that could not be found was still strong. Fanning stood there thinking for a few minutes, and then said, "Go back to the second room before."

Everyone fumbled again, and beads of sweat gradually appeared on Joan's forehead.

She watched Fanning circle the stinking room repeatedly, and asked, "Caroun, have you found anything?"

"Do you think this room is not round enough?" Fanning stood by the wall, lowering his head for a while, and looking up for a while, looking around.

"It's quite round." Joan tilted her head in doubt.

"No, you come where I stand."

The two gradually discovered that the other half of the room was a circle, while the half where Fanning stood seemed to be an oval, slightly deflated.Since there are glass windows and gas lamp pipes on the wall itself, and the lights are dark and blind, this is extremely inconspicuous in the diameter of ten meters.

"Will there be deviations when it was built?" Sheeran asked.

"No, I'm pretty sure, those circular rooms before are really very standard circles." Fanning said in a firm tone.

"Caroun, there are traces of the mystery here." Joan stood next to Fanning at this time, facing the wall, her nose almost pressed against it.

"The mystery remains? You mean someone has been here recently? He made this stench?"

"The source of the smell has nothing to do with it." Joan shook her head: "This is not the kind of executive mystery, but another type of persistent mystery. It should have existed for several years, and it is not accurate to say that the remaining traces .Well, its potency isn't over yet, but it's coming to an end"

"Its function should be simple and rude isolation, isolation of specific things, and isolation of inspiration, but this does not prevent it from having a higher level. Even so close, I can't detect the so-called residual traces."

Fanning frowned deeply: "What do you mean?"

".There might be something behind this wall?"

　Well, I managed to finish the second round of three golden chapters. At the beginning of this volume, I wanted to try to write some plots similar to the style of the investigators of the Greek Department, and then start the music line. I don’t know how to catch up with the perception.
　　Thanks to Xie Wudang, James Han, Chen Mo Shubai, lilin, jumping notes, and Xuan Youkong's monthly ticket~Thanks to book friends with tail number 9894 for the reward~
　　
　
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