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"What I hate the most in my life is being led away by inexplicable people or things that I'm not interested in."

"It doesn't matter if you are a concrete person or some formless abstract existence, if you don't know how to make a choice, I won't turn the tables and leave?"

As Fan Ning protruded out of the boundary of the dream, his gray and white body gradually regained its color, and the outlines returned to their real sharpness.

So everyone was completely dumbfounded.

Either choose to accept the top reward from the Special Patrol Office, or receive the highest courtesy from the Bologna School. These are massive extraordinary resources that can be obtained with a lot of effort. Other knowledgeable people go through life and death, and they may not be able to gain so much after ten years of searching.

such an opportunity
This young great musician just... just left?
"There seems to be no problem. But I always feel that something is wrong." Bishop Mir muttered to himself. He had ordered several clergymen to assist in the aftermath, and he stood in the corner watching the show with an indifferent attitude.

So many people were present today to witness that Fan Ning didn't stop anyone, didn't take anything as his own, and didn't have any malicious intentions to interfere with the internal actions of other organizations. The only thing he did was to investigate all the way so far and not Four members of the evil god organization were hunted down and killed, and no one can find fault with them.

Now that it's all "none of my business", what else is there to say?

"Mr. Fanning!"

As early as Fan Ning took a step and showed signs of leaving the field, Luo Yin walked around in the direction of his exit.

At this time, the stone slab passed over her head, and she used the light of her first knowledge to step forward one after another. The space scene she passed curled up and overlapped. The next moment, a tall figure in a bright red dress stood directly on the dirt covered body. in front of Fanning.

"Luo Yin? Who is this?" Marquis McAdam wanted to raise his hand subconsciously, and once again performed the secret technique of "Shape Shifting" to pull his daughter back to his side.

This form of practice of invisible power comes from the gnosis he mastered when he passed through the third "key" aspect "the door of cracking", and it is also one of the many strange methods he uses to make everyone fearful.

But the scene in front of him suddenly woke him up from his enthusiasm for "disaster". After realizing that Luo Yin was one step away from the core of the dispute faster than himself, he raised his hand and put it down again.

"What's the situation?" Sheeran, who had been watching Fanning's movements closely, was stunned by the sudden change.

The rectangular stone slab was only half a square in size, and the two of them looked at each other face to face, their chests were pressed together, and their noses were almost touching.

The expression of Sir Vyadrin next to him has obviously relaxed from the state of being ready for battle. At this moment, he looked at Sheeran jokingly, not knowing what it meant.

If I had known earlier, I could actually travel through the star realm!
The little girl clutched the hem of her skirt, pursed her lips tightly, and defended herself angrily.But now I can't stand anymore
"Remove the altar, everyone avoid this area, and coordinate with the police to deal with the aftermath of the accident." After making up his mind, McAdam broke his mouth, and the other two organizations immediately issued similar instructions.

"The living must perish, and salvation is hard to find"

Fan Ning's words before leaving and his daughter's first retreat made him realize that even if there is no external interference, if one's own members enter the dream world to contain "disasters", they will suffer extremely serious pollution.What's more, the two ascertainers of the Special Inspection Office and a group of senior investigators are still watching closely, if there is another conflict...

I don't say that I still have thirty or forty years of life to climb and search. For an uncertain "orderer" opportunity, I don't know how many people died here today. I can't ask the school to be a member of the discussion group The "Consultant" Mr. Cross.

"May you save a few deaths." McAdam sneered and took one last look at everyone in the Special Inspection Hall before turning around and leaving.

But judging from his expression, it is not known whether this blessing is positive or negative.

He Meng breathed a sigh of relief seeing the people from all sides retreating like a tide.

The ideal situation was no longer possible, but he also didn't want such a fierce conflict and sacrifice to happen during the first operation to collect the wreckage of Yuanshen. In that case, the leader would be very disappointed in himself.

"Not good!" Gang next to him suddenly exclaimed, "This door is about to close!"

In the dream space ahead, rippling water ripples began to appear again. The departure of Fan Ning, the key holder, undoubtedly brought the recovery of the gap in the world's skin ahead of schedule.

"Let's carry out the original second plan. You all take the Pollution Occupation Elixir." A decisive look flashed in He Meng's eyes.

The seven investigators behind them drank some kind of light green liquid soaked in rotting spores, and then took their positions in the altar.

He Meng himself took out a long and narrow scimitar from the black back box behind him. It has a golden handle, a black sheath, and a blue ribbon as the thread, and the knife has the same blue storm pattern. .

There is an extremely dangerous and unstable aura in this scimitar, but it seems to be wrapped by the knowledge of something like an oil layer or an electric current, so that it has no obvious abnormality for the time being, but as the solemn He Meng pressed his thumb After opening, a sudden change occurred.

On the bright silver blade that was only a few centimeters exposed, a violent airflow burst out with a sense of cutting. Despite the seal made by Pogley Ridge, He Meng's clothes were still in tatters in an instant.

Even such a terrifying wreckage of the Lord of Witnesses, the leader can contain it as his own weapon. He is worthy of being the ultimate strongman who has climbed to the sixth door, close to the height of the "Dome Gate".

With respect and reverence for the leader, He Meng gritted his teeth and slowly pulled the scimitar away. The gaps in his skin began to ooze blood, but he remained unmoved, and then stepped into the border of the dream that was about to collapse. Gang followed closely thereafter.

"The god name of 'disaster' may not be like this. She symbolizes probability, cause and effect, and connection, but after going mad, all the supplicants can observe are scenes of doom, omen and disaster. Using the 'blade' can cut off other Conceptual connection, temporarily separate the pollution of one's own destiny, then spread and wrap it with the "veil of night", put it into the altar, and then temporarily drag it into the secret realm of "chaos" and hand it over to me."

"Afterwards, all containment executives must not sleep for at least half a year, reduce going out, and strictly prohibit fighting. Follow the following methods to gradually remove contamination and reduce mortality as much as possible. Those who still have risks in the three rounds of evaluation will retire early, and avoid using invisible forces for life."

According to Poglirich's instructions, He Meng recited the prayer about mobilizing the invisible power of "Blade" despite his trembling discomfort. …

Bang!Bang!Bang!A low and weird sound sounded, like the friction sound of heavy wooden furniture being dragged on the ground.

So at the weird mirror-like cloud in 'Disaster Calamity', several dark golden streamers appeared out of thin air, and the scene suddenly expanded and collapsed, cutting it into a pile of scattered mist clusters of different sizes in less than a breath.They floated slowly, and there seemed to be signs of gathering again.

Visible black threads of inspiration shot out from around Norma Gunn's body. In a blink of an eye, the original "disaster" turned into a big tree with scattered branches and covered with shady patches. Leading and moving towards the external altar.

At the same time, on the other side, stone slabs were flying in the tunnel.

"What are you doing here?" Fan Ning looked at Luo Yin who was standing in front of her in doubt. From too close a distance, the azure blue eyes, curly eyelashes, warm and delicate lips, and every inch of her face were flawless. The skin texture is clearly visible.

"Me? I don't know either." The girl hesitated for a moment, "Seeing that you are in a bad mood, I subconsciously followed."

The place where the two bodies touched was warm, and the fluttering hair touched Fan Ning's face, feeling a little itchy.

"You won't drive me down?" she asked again.

"I'm not clean for the time being." Fan Ning answered irrelevantly, and reluctantly took a small step back, turned his face away, and looked down.

The stone slab had already flown out of the other end of the wreckage of the train, and passengers could still be seen from the rear jumping off the platform and wrestling with the orderly crowd.

These people who are tempted to take the elixir with the motivation of "increasing life span, improving function, and delaying aging" may not have thought about why they came here today on their itinerary. There is no difference, just like the passengers on the original two subway trains, before the collision, what they were thinking about was the work arrangement of the day or the upcoming holiday plan. Before going out in the morning, they had said goodbye to their families and waited for the evening Returning reunion.

This long and narrow tunnel should not be able to hold the bodies of two or three thousand people, but those pitch-black pits are insatiably sucking the transmuted tissue and serum.

Fanning didn't have the strength to join the intervening team, but something aggressively entered his mind, it was dark, sinful, full of manic restlessness, dancing and catharsis.

People who have been promulgated the "Cthulogen Pollution Recognition Manual" and emphasized that aging and death are natural laws, and then still fall into the end of pollution.
Purified by the prayers and mysteries of St. Janin of Puntua's Preaching to the Fishes, and determined to avoid excessive seeking of knowledge, the two headmasters who were still deformed or lost to death
Cheerfully listen to sermons, then go off still chasing fish to eat? .
"Waking up from the daydream of the second movement, the meaning of existence is still incomprehensible, and death itself is meaningless, so there is only endless repetitive movement, the hustle and bustle of almost no time, the exhausted An unexamined life" Fan Ning looked at the wreckage away from him from the high place where he was standing, there was a dazzling tunnel, and the crowds were spinning around, fast, distorted and blurred, and he screamed in his heart as if he wanted to vent
The consciousness is getting deeper and deeper, the inspiration is getting higher and higher, and the "coincidence door" in the distance has not been closed. A stronger dizziness hit him like a hammer. …

"Buzz!" "Winter!—"

In his mind, the strong dissonant chords of the brass pipes were played, accompanied by the suffocating sound group composed of the roll of cymbals and timpani and the sinister chromatic scale. His eyes went dark and he passed out.

"Ah..." Luo Yin saw that Fan Ning closed his eyes, the blood winding like a small snake overflowed from his nose again, and the stone slab under his feet finally twisted and fell down.

"Be careful!" She grabbed Fanning's arms subconsciously.

The sound of "bang" was accompanied by Luo Yin's exclamation, and the two fell into the tunnel together, turning into a pair of rolling gourds.

After an unknown amount of time, Fan Ning had an elegant and cool hazy scent of aromatherapy, and realized that he was sinking into a big soft bed, so he opened his eyes and saw the crystal chandelier on the ceiling and the sophisticated The murals, and turned to see a row of exquisite porcelain displayed on colorful oak shelves in the distance, as well as embossed embossed wallpaper with lilies and blackberries.

Here is a large luxurious bedroom shrouded in twilight. The chandelier only lights up the four corners, and the dim orange light spreads delicately, enveloping the fabric furniture, oak floor and grand piano. Layer a warm beige halo.

Fanning found the baton under the pillow, and then sat up on the bed. He turned his eyes to the direction of the floor-to-ceiling windows. Outside was a quiet gravel path, and in the distance was a stepped flowerbed surrounded by wooden fences, and Vines bearing purple-black fruit climbed along the bronze sculpture.

In the evening, the night wind was clean, and the courtyard was buzzing with cicadas. Compared with the noisy and soot-filled steel city of Fort Santaram, Fanning felt as if he had slipped into a certain academic landscape oil painting.

"I fell asleep all day?" After eliminating the danger, he stopped thinking for a while, but jumped out of bed and rummaged in the room.

Unexamined movement, rotating scene, stubborn movement, chaotic collision
The touch of the oak floor under his feet was warm and delicate. Fan Ning quickly found music paper and pens under the piano stool. He returned to the bed and pulled the small wrought iron square table for dining on the bed to him.

"The living must perish, and redemption is hard to find. The meaning of existence is difficult to understand, and death itself is meaningless." He drew the C minor key signature with three flats, and recorded two timpani hammers at the beginning.

"The conception of the third movement, the Scherzo movement, the number of bars in several parts should not be balanced, but it is better to have a structure of decreasing length, the length is getting shorter and shorter, but the content is getting more and more crowded"

"This will make the music from the surface calm and relaxed at the beginning, to the end with more and more dense and suffocating emotions, thus presenting the sense of disillusionment of nothingness"

After the obstinate ornamental rhythm of the woodwind, he wrote the theme melody of the Scherzo, which was based on the chant "Saint Janin of Puntua Preaching to the Fish".

"Mr. Fanning, when did you wake up? How can you write without turning on the light?"

After writing for about five minutes, a girl's voice came from the door, and the crystal chandelier was completely opened, and the quiet twilight was occupied by warm and bright lights.

Fanning followed the prestige.

There was Luo Yin wearing a cream-colored gauze nightdress. She gently kicked off her slippers and stepped on the velvet carpet of the room with her bare feet.

"What do you want to eat?"