musicians of old

Chapter 197 Plate No. 2 (4K [-]-in-[-])

In fact, that feeling was not unique to Fanning. Everyone in the audience, including Vashius, also felt the invisible feeling of being scanned.

"The number plate is on the table, and you can assign it yourself. When visiting the exhibition, don't lose it, and don't take it by mistake."

Mr. F reminded again in the official Hoffman language with a perfect accent.

"Please, Mr. Fanning." Vassius on the side didn't reach for it.

…is this investigator really trying to push himself ahead?Fan Ning was thinking about Vassius' intentions in his heart, and at the same time looked down at the table.

When he saw the numbers 1-12 on the hard cards that seemed to slide away like a handful of playing cards, he seemed to connect them with his previous conjectures in his mind.

So he took two steps forward and randomly picked up the card.

"It must be like this, so I'll do whatever I want." Fan Ning smiled lightly, "There's nothing to choose, let's take it first, and then let the person behind take it. Since you want me to go first, then--"

He directly followed the order, put the card numbered 1 in his pocket, and handed 2 to Vassius.

Vassius stretched out two fingers to clamp it, and then stopped his hand in mid-air, watching Fanning's movements.

Then Fan Ning continued to follow the order, without picking people, without disrupting them, and without pausing and hesitating, he directly distributed the numbers 3-12 to the people behind.

Vassius, who witnessed Fanning doing all this, finally put the cards into his pocket.

"Mr. Vashus, are you sure you want me to be in charge of the investigation of this mysterious incident?" Fan Ning finally said calmly, ". Worrying about taking everyone into the ditch."

"As I said before, you will immediately find that you know more than I do." Vassius responded flatly, "For this reason, I only shared some information about you before I came in. This is a sure profit, right? ?”

Fan Ning smelled the potential conflict. For a moment, he tried to estimate the probability of winning if his side fought with Vassius, but the uncertainty in his heart and the uncertainty of the objective environment made him forcefully suppress The urge came down.

He didn't stop thinking, and walked towards the stairwell deep in the hall, followed by everyone who had received their number plates.

This investigator definitely knew something about himself, even if he didn't "confirm", he was "preparing to verify" under suspicion.

what is itThe secret of the Turner Gallery?The identity of the father?Audio sequence fragments?Mystery chords?The mobile phone that traveled over?There are too many uncertain factors in him, so many that Fan Ning can't judge what the Special Patrol Office has in hand.

He enumerated and thought like this, and after taking ten or twenty steps, he suddenly thought of something, stretched out his hand, and pressed his chest inadvertently.

There is no familiar feeling of being hit by a hard object in the place where the objects are often hung.

Fan Ning was startled, and almost broke out in a cold sweat, until he suddenly remembered something.

The last time I visited Yiyong, it should have been in a dream two days ago. I was in the Church of Enlightenment and the ordinary star world, and I took the art gallery key back and forth and made some attempts. Finally, I forgot it on the pipe organ above the church. Next to the keyboard, not brought out.

It was strange to forget, but that day he confirmed that the key to the art museum is also a moving substance. What he called "concrete" before actually brought it into the dream, and the precipitation of the ectoplasmic fluid seemed to happen together with the reentry of the spirit body.

...just bring it back to Wake Up World next time.So Fanning finally breathed a sigh of relief, just as he was about to take the first step up the steps——

"Sir, your things are with me."

In the dim hall, Fanning and Vassius suddenly turned their heads and found that Mr. F had already stood in front of the 12-person long line, flanking the two of them, and was holding six flashlights in his arms.

Just seeing this, Fan Ning's heart skipped half a beat!
It wasn't because of the flashlights, but because among the stacked flashlights, there was an object that was pitch black like ebony and decorated with light golden spiral patterns.

His own baton "Old Day" unexpectedly fell into his hands at some point!

What made Fanning's scalp tingle even more was that after looking at each other for the second time, he seemed to have found the source of the familiar feeling after being glanced at before.

Has this person studied the hidden knowledge about the Lord of Witnesses, "The Boa of the Word of Truth"?

The ghostly gentleman stooped, crouched, and laid six flashlights on the ground, freeing his hands to pick up The Old Days.

"Your stuff? It looks like a baton?" He stood up again.

"I'm used to carrying it with me. I'm a musician." Fanning stared at his face and said calmly.

"I am also a musician, especially interested in expanding sound effects and harmony systems, and now I am researching the connection between overall art and mysticism." Mr. F said.

"..." If it was an ordinary occasion, Fanning would most likely have a chat with him when he heard this, but now he was in shock and didn't speak.

"Can't remember?" Mr. F suddenly raised his beard and smiled, "Actually, today's group of people is quite interesting. At least three of you have listened to my music."

The next moment, the other party held the top and tail of "Old Days" in the palms of both hands wearing white gloves, and handed them to Fan Ning.

"It is forbidden to carry lights in the art museum." Mr. F said, "When I collected the flashlight, I accidentally brought it out. Thank you for your cooperation."

"Thank you, you're welcome." Fanning also stretched out his hands to take it.

Expand the sound effect and harmony system?Holistic art and mysticism? ...It seems that there is no such person. In several countries, Fanning has never heard of a contemporary musician who calls himself "Mr. F". Why does Mr. F say that three people have listened to his music?
However, after holding the wooden handle of the baton in his hand again, Fan Ning still let out a sigh of relief, at least, the thing came back.

At the same time, he became more and more puzzled about Mr. F's origin.This person's goodwill or malice may be even more difficult to distinguish than the special patrol agency that has already shown signs.

"A baton made of good material." The investigator Vassius, who witnessed the whole process, commented aloud.

"The effect is more ideal in practice." Fan Ning responded with a smile, "If you can perform in the summer art festival on time in the future, you can come and feel it for yourself."

"Hopefully," Vassius said. "You borrowed No. 9, didn't you?"

"...What number 9?" Fanning asked subconsciously.

"There are no animals in the visitors, right?" Mr. F said again, interrupting his thinking.

This strange question caused Xilan and the others behind him to look at each other, and then shook their heads blankly.

"Then... I wish you all a happy viewing of the exhibition, and remember to come out before dawn." Mr. F returned to the guide booth and sat down. "Finally, jumping off the building is prohibited."

"Mr. Fanning, please." Vassius made a hand gesture.

Fanning took a deep breath and walked up the stairwell.

He wanted to see what this Vassius had in mind.

After turning back in two directions, Fan Ning led the crowd to the upper floor, which is supposed to be the second floor of the art museum, but the door of the stairwell is marked with the first-floor number of "F1" in Hoffman language.

As soon as the door was opened, everyone was blinded by the inexplicable red light in front of them.

This floor is the same as what I saw outside the building before. The distance between the buildings is very low, and the corridor less than two meters high makes people feel depressed. The red light comes from the strange rectangular light bulbs on the ceiling. Looking at them at a glance Just stick it on people's hair.

While walking forward slowly, Fan Ning took nearly a minute to let his vision barely adapt. With this strange color, he finally saw a few paintings clearly - these works were also crappy, even if the colors were distorted, It can also be seen from the line composition that it is at the same "artistic level" as the performance I heard at the concert before.

"Caroun..." Sheeran stepped to Fanning's side and tugged at the hem of his clothes, "The door...is gone."

Fanning turned his head and found that the wall of the corridor had become smooth and flat when he came.

"It doesn't matter, even if there is really no way back, there are still windows." Fan Ning pointed to the fork at the far end of the corridor, "I guess the distance from the ground here is less than three meters..."

He was used to seeing big scenes, but now he calmed down.

"But didn't Mr. F say that jumping off buildings is forbidden?" Roy asked.

"I don't seem to think it's impossible." Fan Ning walked quickly to the window, frowning and looking at the night below, "But since this matter is not urgent, don't try it."

Everyone still walked around the entire second floor of the art museum. Although there were a few forks in the road, but because the area was too small, they quickly wandered around.

There are not only red light areas here, but seven kinds.

Yellow, purple, cyan, white, green, red, and flickering black and white flashes, these lights divided the entire second floor into seven irregular areas of different sizes.

"Mr. Fanning, do you see anything, or think of anything?" Vassius suddenly asked abruptly.

"The colors of the seven phases." Fan Ning glanced at the investigator, "But anyone who is not crazy can see it, maybe Mr. Vassius also needs to test me?"

"Very well, then you continue to think about it and see if you think of anything." Vassius smiled and stood back beside those strange residents.

...what the hell is this guy sure of?Fan Ning was puzzled at first, and then flashed the idea of ​​analyzing and grasping it, but in the end he suppressed it because the variables were too large and the interests were not the primary reason.

The second floor of the art gallery fell into silence for a while, and when he was lost in thought, there was a crisp "bang", and the yellow light above his head suddenly became more intense, except for the six dull residents, including Vassius Several people subconsciously covered their eyes.

The next moment Fanning saw the situation clearly and asked, "Joan, what are you doing?"

Joan, who was standing against the wall, had a pull ring hanging from a black wire dangling slightly above her head. She explained: "I saw that the wire of the pull ring seemed to be connected to the yellow light bulb above my head, so I tried to pull it down. Look, it does look like a light switch."

"Turn it back." Fan Ning said helplessly, "Everyone is going to be blinded by you."

"Okay." Joan tiptoed and pulled again, and the yellow light faded.

But the place where everyone was standing suddenly became extremely dark, forming a strong contrast with the bright color area a few meters away.

"Why is it weaker than before?" Joan murmured to herself in doubt, and stretched out her hand to make another crisp "bang".

This time the yellow light finally returned to its original appearance.

"There are three grades." Sheeran said, "Currently switch in the order of weak, medium and strong. At the beginning, they are all medium..."

Joan walked quickly to a distance of five or six meters. The area there was shrouded in uncomfortable purple lights. She searched around, and after a while, she also found a pull ring somewhere.

"Bang bang bang" several times in a row, the purple light switched back and forth among the three intensities, Joan nodded and said seriously: "That's true."

Sheeran curled her lips: "After the invention of the electric light, the empire had this kind of adjustment device within a few years. Seeing your fuss, what's so strange about it? I have to say that the only thing that is different is that there is no 'off' 'It's just the gear, maybe the main switch is in Mr. F's place in the hall..."

"Okay, stop playing, what's the fun with the light bulb." Fanning said, "The most urgent thing is to find the exit. It doesn't matter whether it goes up or down."

Roy also nodded and said: "That's right, let's look carefully and check the wall several times. Maybe it's because the door is too tightly pasted, and this strange colorful light makes our eyes a little out of focus...Since Mr. F emphasized that "No jumping off the building", we should not do this kind of violation of the rules unless it is absolutely necessary."

So everyone spent about [-] minutes searching back and forth on the second floor of the small art museum several times, but the strange thing is that everyone neither rediscovered the stairs back to the first floor, nor found the door to go upstairs .

The entire second floor is like a closed flat HOS.

Fanning couldn't help leaning against the wall and thinking.

This is strange, then this art museum is built so high, what is on it?

Maybe you need to get some tools to go upstairs, open the window and climb to the window on the upper floor?

Fanning paced back and forth in front of the window on the corridor side, thinking.

There was another "bang", and the alternating black and white lights that were already dizzying, now made the contrast between light and dark even stronger.

"Xilan, why are you playing with it yourself?" Joan stared at her best friend in amazement, then staggered a few times while holding her head, "No way, this ghost light is the most outrageous, I'm really going to be flashed by you blind…"

"Sorry..." Hiran said softly, "Isn't it looking for special clues... I'm just suddenly a little curious. , how will it be tuned up?"

"So that's how it is. I'll switch it back now." Hiran pulled the tab, and the contrast between light and dark flashes became weak to an acceptable level.

Just as she was considering whether to pull it again, restore the default medium level, or just make her eyes more comfortable like this, suddenly there were several loud bangs, the lights were all turned off, and the entire high-rise building of the art museum suddenly shook violently!
"Be careful." Fan Ning exclaimed, but the shaking was too intense, maybe even a magnitude [-] earthquake was not so strong, including Vassius, everyone was thrown to the ground, and Sheeran continued to shake. Rolled a dozen laps on the ground.

The shaking came and went quickly, Fanning followed the memory before the darkness, quickly got up, ran to Xilan, and held her hand: "Are you all right?"

"It's okay." Sheeran patted her chest, "I was just a little scared. I don't know if I touched something? Let's find out if there is any change."

At this time, although the F1 floor was pitch black, and almost nothing could be seen clearly, everyone's eyes were much more comfortable than before.

"It's strange that the building isn't shaking so much." Fan Ning turned his head to look out the window, and suddenly realized something was wrong.

"Why does our position from the ground seem to be higher than before?"

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