musicians of old

Chapter 165 The Law of Entangled Secret History (4K [-]-in-[-])

Vienne's record of this "surgical eyeball operation" is beyond the range of information that Fanning had previously mastered.

It was neither the cataract surgery he performed with the help of Master Tarakani when he was young, nor the experience of seeking medical treatment in the Southern Continent when he was middle-aged.

Ms Hamilton cited "accidental injury, cutlery piercing the eyeballs of both eyes" as the reason for the surgery.

There was also an assistant signing beside it, and it seemed that the injury was not serious.

…what accident would allow a grown man to have his eyes pierced with utensils?Fanning just found this thing incomprehensible.

Being attacked?Playing around and accidentally hurting?Careless miss? ...It's not like something that could happen to an old organist.

"The only thing that is slightly more likely is that he took the initiative on purpose?" The three people under the light bulb looked at each other, and they all read this speculative thinking from each other's faces.

Piercing the eyeballs of both eyes, it sounds like even Fan Ning's medical level in his previous life may not be preserved.

It is estimated that the purpose of Ms. Hamilton's operation is mainly to prevent infection, and even this so-called "eyeball surgery" is "eyeball removal surgery".

The review of the dossier continued, and medical records related to Viern were discovered one after another.

"...It was still in 883, the same year as that operation record, and the month and day can't be seen clearly... This time it's psychological counseling, but this one is very strange. You can read the records in the patient's self-report column." Fan Ning called out to the two in a low voice. come and see.

These records on the yellowed paper were not complete into sentences and paragraphs, and the handwriting was bright red and very scribbled, and was occasionally covered by mildew.

What is presented to everyone is just a fragmented pile of some phrases, which have been repeatedly edited, and there are some typos, repeated words or nervous punctuation marks, as if even the recorder was influenced by the narrator:

"White gray brown...dry...exhausted??? Squeezed...weightless...."

"Blue (crossed out) green █... swirl... nesting feeling? (crossed out) excessive blood loss (crossed out) (crossed out) tinnitus..."

"Yellow orange...lemon...pain! Pain pain pain pain pain"

"██ feeling of being eaten? (crossed out) red...burning, needle pricking, vomiting"

"(crossed out) color...goosebumps...filth!!"

"Related to green... there is a sound of █! Geometry, split... wriggling... (revised and crossed out many times)"

"Purple? Black?... Crowded, crowded, suffocating, █████ (the bright red handwriting draws a smiling face like a clown)"

Even the inscription has become an illegible "one-stroke" scrawled handwriting, giving people the feeling that the writer doesn't want to write any more for a second.However, Fanning preconceived and found that it barely corresponded to the initials of the female doctor.

After watching it for about ten seconds, everyone felt that they were going insane.

Fan Ning hastily closed the booklet where the ledger was located.

After a long pause, he analyzed: "Although it's a mess, but just looking for commonalities, there are many colors in it, and most of the others are adjectives, and they are negative adjectives..."

Sheeran nodded and said, "And from a logical point of view, the timeline of this record of the same year should be before the month of the eyeball surgery record."

"How do you know that?" Joan asked curiously.

"Colour is naturally seen with the eyes, how can you see it if you are blind?" Fanning explained.

"Such an intuitive splicing and analysis..." Joan clutched the hem of her skirt as if thinking, "...It seems that because I can't stand the negative experience brought by various colors, I used tableware to pierce my eyes?"

Inexplicable conclusion.

But Fan Ning vaguely felt that this seemed to be used to explain his previous doubts.

Why did Viern keep secret about the progress of his eye disease treatment after returning from seeking medical treatment in the Southern Continent? He was neither happy nor complained. However, in the eyes of outsiders, the behavior of this old organist was still similar to that of a blind person.

Being able to distinguish so many colors and shapes should be due to the recovery of eyesight... Then I stabbed myself blind again?Because I was a blind person before, so after being blinded, my daily performance did not cause excessive surprise to the people around me.

"There must be something wrong with the so-called treatment he went to the Southern Continent," Joan said.

"There is this possibility, but it's not the only one." Fanning continued to sort out the timeline, "Note that after he settled in the original site of the Turner Art Museum in 871, he began to have the symptoms of so-called glaucoma, and he returned from treatment. It was only 876 years... and the time of these files is already 7 years later, I think this is some kind of unknown, long-term, gradual deterioration process..."

After reading the medical records of the patients outside the hospital, they turned their attention back to the files of the poor in the workhouse.

The files of the poor with Ms. Hamilton's medical records were still a small part after all, and the three of them, regardless of whether they had them or not, went through them one by one in order to find something special, which took a lot of time.

"Do you think there is anything worth noting?" Fanning raised his head after about an hour.

"Yes." The two little girls said at the same time, and then Sheeran said, "Some of me have question marks here."

"I also have a lot of question marks here."

They were referring to the “Discharge Records” column at the bottom of the files of the poor.

Before that, Fan Ning and the others had seen three types of filling situations, either filling in the specific time, or filling in the time of death, or filling in blanks - file management cannot be so fine.

But in the big file box where Ms. Hamilton was found, they also found a fourth way to fill in this column, which is a lot of question marks, blood-red question marks.

The admission years of these poor people's files should have been specially integrated according to the time tag at the beginning, and the span was exactly in the ten years of 881-890. After sorting out the distribution, it was found that the discharge time column had a blood-red question mark, and the concentrated time of admission lean back.

Relatively speaking, it is a latecomer.

Judging from the incomplete and rough statistics based on people's memory, only one person was admitted to the hospital in 884 and was discharged with a blood-red question mark; 1 people in 885; dozens of people in 4; Peak, although there is no one number, there are definitely hundreds of people.

After that, the poor people who were admitted to the hospital in 889 and 890 never saw the blood-red question mark again. The way they filled in the discharge time returned to the normal three situations, and the handwriting of the medical condition seemed to be changed.

"In 887 and 888, it happened to be the transitional period when Viern died and the new hospital was not built. During this period, the poor admitted to the hospital not only still received the medical services of Ms. Hamilton, but also after the hospital was put into use at the end of 888, They also overlap with the hospital's patient population."

This conclusion is based on a common-sense assumption: When the medical system was first separated from the poorhouse, the first batch of medical objects served would not be deliberately disrupted and staggered.

So what kind of changes did this group of people experience in the later hospital?
If it is death, why not just fill in the time of death, even if it is only the month?

Looking at the blood-red question marks that should be left by Ms. Hamilton, and recalling the insane medical record, Fanning suddenly felt an ominous premonition.

The car was driving with bumps on the dark country road.

"Caron, tomorrow... don't you need to rehearse?...Ah! This road is too broken!"

Sheeran was pushed aside, and Joan lay flat on the back seat with her legs on her head, her eyes looking at the roof of the car, moaning sleepily, and yelling from time to time because she was thrown into the air.

"Tomorrow is Monday, why not rehearse?" Fan Ning asked calmly, looking ahead.

"...Is it possible to arrive later?" Joan continued to ask weakly.

"I suggest you come at the same time as me, seven forty-five." Fan Ning slowly turned the steering wheel, "The opening ceremony of the Summer Art Festival will be on August 8, and we will perform on the 16st, but we will go to the imperial capital on the 21th, and we will spare time every day Rehearsal, familiarize yourself with the venue in advance... Do you calculate how many days are left? It's less than three weeks, don't hurry up..."

"Seven forty-five?...Oh my God." Joan selectively ignored Fanning's last words, "Callon, now everyone thinks that my 'Professor Fanning's symphony premiere flute principal' is too burdensome It made me dare not sleep late in the morning..."

She pouted when she said this: "It's almost early in the morning, we haven't entered the city yet, after you send us back to Nelenia District, you have to go back to East Mecklen District..."

"It's not far from the city, and within an hour, I'll send you home to sleep." Fan Ning said, "There are still gains, and it's also a relief, isn't it?"

Joan agreed with a "hmm": "The misplaced harvest is also a harvest. Although we didn't find the 'Watznay Town', we heard the rumors of the curious 'ghost train'. Although we didn't find any problems with the pigment factory, but We accidentally picked up the thread that was disconnected when the Turner Art Museum address was traced..."

As she spoke, she yawned again and again: "...This shows that the various mysterious events that people experience often have inexplicable connections."

"I have had this idea recently." Fan Ning turned his head and glanced at her, "Let's not talk about some of the later connections, let's just look at the very beginning—the time and content of the hidden knowledge we obtained about the door and the key are kept. There is a strange synchronicity, although the two of us are in completely different situations, one is starting from the path of the church to find the file, and the other is searching for his own memory..."

"Looking at the decision to travel this weekend, it is true that there is a reason for the 'non-existent location' in your memory, but it is also because we accidentally learned about the paint of the Langefni brand from the group of 'Unselected Salon' painters... And the painting incident at the Prudence Auction House happened to catch up with us that day, and it was also because we talked about the Harmony School from the hidden knowledge of the door and the key, and thought of the relationship with the perfumer, so we decided to investigate..."

"A lot of things are being investigated and investigated. I thought I had broken the clue, so I refocused on another matter, but it turned around and went back... Just kidding, I am worried that we will return today. Before returning home, I encountered some other strange things, such as encountering a 'ghost train' derailed and so on..." Fan Ning laughed until he got here.

"You said, is this a common phenomenon in the mysterious field, or is it that we have encountered some special circumstances?"

This progressive order in Fanning's words shows that he is actually a bit suspicious of conspiracy theories.

"I think it's the former." Joan, who was lying on the back seat, had slowly closed her eyes, said so.

"Oh? Why?" Fanning asked.

"I once saw a pretentious statement in some occult literature. The author used a so-called psychological term and called it the occult version of the 'Law of Attraction'...I found it interesting later that it may be related to Because of the communication with Purple Bean Cake, I seem to have such a term with a similar meaning in my memory, but its name is a bit more advanced, called: 'The law of entanglement in the secret history'."

"The law of entanglement in the secret history?" Fanning became interested. "This sounds like a law about the secret history. What does it have to do with us?"

"The secret history is the hidden past that is unknown or little known. It can be regarded as a special case of history, or a special case of hidden knowledge. The secret history of high-level personalities must be related to the origin and mystery of the Lord of Witness... However, I think that the various mysterious events experienced by those who know us are actually barely in line with the "little-known" "hidden past". Since its ins and outs have been settled in the long river of history, it may not be a low-level The Secret History..."

"I found that although you are ignorant of a lot of common-sense and mysterious knowledge, you often know surprisingly much about some aspects that ordinary people with knowledge can't get in touch with..." Fan Ning laughed, "And then?"

"Then...it's more vague and obscure. It probably means that the secret history and the secret history are easy to entangle, especially the secret history that has the same characteristics of mysticism in a certain aspect, it is very easy to mix together to form ambiguous things. If you imagine it as a witness The master of knowledge or the knowledge that is moving, this is indeed abstract and difficult to understand... But if it is more common, for example, if our mysterious experience is also part of the ongoing secret history, it may also encounter this kind of entanglement, which can explain The questions you just raised..."

The car drove back to the urban area of ​​Uvransel, the road became a little wider, and Fanning tapped his toes to make the car faster.

"It's really serious..." He said at this time, "It seems to be a reasonable and acceptable law... But after thinking about it, it feels absurd and I don't know why, and the brain starts to run logically out of control..."

"The people who put forward this point of view also made some vague conjectures... one said... this involves the unconventional mapping relationship between the shift and the waking world, and two said... this law is not a simple and crude 'setting'... it is In fact, from the serial number, it is not the 'first law of occultism'... but it is deduced from a higher law..."

Joan's soft voice fell silent as she spoke, as if she had fallen asleep.

...not the first law of occultism?From some higher law?Fanning frowned and thought about it.

He immediately thought of the "law of transmission of hidden knowledge" written in the ancient Chaniz language...

Does this have any connection?
How can abstract versus abstraction be understood in a short time? He has just organized the language of thinking in his mind, and Xilan, who has been sitting next to him with his eyes closed and listening to the two chatting silently, said:

"Caroun, it's weird, it's almost one o'clock in the morning, and someone else is driving..."

The trio did hear the roar of another engine and the sound of wheels rolling across the road.

Fan Ning looked through the windshield, and saw about [-] to [-] meters ahead of the deserted street, the signboard of a store on the left was brightly illuminated by car lights.

A few seconds later, a pair of small vans drove out from the alley opposite the store, turned right and changed to the same driving direction as Fanning.

Sheeran continued to wonder: "Could it be that the current nightlife of Uvransel can last until this late?"

"It's really strange..." Fan Ning shook his head and smiled, "Where is this coming from...Let me see...the southern section of Keldeston Street..."

His smile froze suddenly.

"What's wrong? Carlon?" Sheeran asked in surprise.

"That alley... seems to be the oil painting storage warehouse that Lu provided me before." Fan Ning said slowly.

"Ah?... It's so late, and there are still people driving around on patrol... The company's security measures he said before are really good..." Qiong lay on Xilan's lap and rubbed her eyes with her hands.

"It's not right...it's not right..." Fan Ning's expression slowly changed, and a bad premonition suddenly surged in his heart.

In less than ten seconds, the car in front turned left and disappeared from sight in the dark night.

Fan Ning turned his face slightly to the side, and checked whether the car door was locked.

Then holding the hand of the gearbox lever, he decisively shifted to a low gear, and at the same time reminded the two girls behind in a low, concise and quick way:

"Sheeran, Joan, sit tight and hold on tight."

"Why?" Joan subconsciously got up and asked sleepily.

"Next, the speed may be a little bit faster."

After saying this, Fan Ning narrowed his eyes, put his foot on the accelerator, and stepped on it suddenly!
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