musicians of old

Chapter 313 "Miss Purple Bean Cake" (4K [-]-in-[-])

The sensations of being surrounded seep through the cracks in the walls and floors.

Fanning stepped on the first step of the spiral staircase, and then retracted his feet. He paced back and forth restlessly in this space, and more and more pieces of paper were found.

"Wake up, you should persuade this guy Bologna, does he really think that he can keep the leader position of the school in the Extraordinary world?"

"Leaving aside the crazy alternative construction method to achieve the triple conditions, hasn't Bologna considered the troubles of "Heavenly Evil"? I am an alchemist alone, but his twin daughters...power gives birth to power The process is taboo, and the orderer is no longer suitable to continue to produce offspring after being promoted, and there are countless warnings like this in ancient books!"

"If it really rises to the top of the dome, theoretically all blood ties will be wiped out by the "Heavenly Evil". "Mortal creatures understand that their ancestors or descendants are the Lord of Witnesses"? This is like "the existence of two parallel lines "Nodal point" is also a fact that is not allowed to be established. At that time, all family members, including them in their best years, may face the curse of disintegration..."

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"Bologna has been discussing the method of "reversing" aspects in seminars recently. I know what he is really thinking. He is actually still worried about his daughters. But when I openly discussed with him "God When he questioned whether "evil" existed, he thought it was just a trouble in the eyes of ordinary creatures. If he could really become the Lord of Witness, what natural law should he respect? On the contrary, it should be the natural law that respects himself! In other words, He thinks that the ancient Jieyuan God has no such concerns, and the Quality Source God just intervenes a little more..."

"I don't think there is anything wrong with this point of view, but I can't help but wonder, if you are already an impersonal Lord of Witness, what kind of family members will you consider? Finally, the discussion ended in silence."

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"Mortal creatures are too sad. The secret history is just a projection of the past in the memory of the world. The Lord of Witness can control all world processes, including group memory, including the secret history we fear. If you can't rise higher, people can only Just live like a marionette."

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"Those above-mentioned beings who live in high places will choose their own image that can be understood by the world, huh, so I have to do the same - something to prepare for - I am now designing a witness, my own witness, The light told me that it was a "chrysalis", and what he saw was a "crow", so if you pray to me from now on, you will surely receive my response."

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"Bologna's pursuit is right, I admit. But that method has a lot of loopholes, and something may go wrong. This matter should be done with caution."

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"Things should stop first. You must know that the sorrow of ignorance in the world will never end, but I have risen high enough that I am no longer a worm. I have lived a relatively successful life."

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"I still haven't been able to resist that temptation. Everyone is born to pursue brilliance, so what's wrong with it?"

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"Too much light floods every corner, and I have fully understood it. Bologna succeeded, and I succeeded."

"Success?"

Fanning's hands were trembling slightly.

The three impossible conditions for the so-called "promotion to the Lord of Witnesses", Bologna's conjecture, is there really no problem?Can it really work?

Is there really a quality source god of the "fourth type of origin" in the world?
He cautiously opened the drawer under the hemispherical reading table.

A pile of messy and thin snowflakes was left there, like a company employee's position that was not cleaned up.

The last of the bunch.

"Days and nights I stayed in the attic, the misery increased, I had no doubt seen the glow, but what a joke this filthy world is, even the high places of the house are so miserable, no wonder everyone in the muck lives It's not interesting. My skin and bones have loosened and fallen off, my internal organs and brain are crawling all over the wall, I now grow bundles of fingers, fistulas and lymph nodes every day, my eyeballs are as many as stars in the sky, and my mind and body are endless. Divided and grown in the fixed green. Maybe I will not die again, and all who touch and eat will grow and grow, but these are me, but these are not me."

"The door of the dome is definitely not the door of Taoism. The human body is the door. They passed through me. The whole world is filled with keys. The whole world has passed through me. I can't tell the difference. Everything is already unclear. it's..."

"Did I become the Lord of Witness, or did the Lord of Witness become me?"

The esoteric color of the handwriting in the field of vision began to change, and finally faded to a single green, it was no longer text, and a group of large and small green nested oval symbols appeared on each piece of paper, like a cluster of wriggling and sticky eggs sheath.

Fear and despair hit Fan Ning, biting his mind like a wolf, he slammed the drawer shut with a "bang", and threw out all the shredded paper in his hand!

Longevity secret religion? "Splitting Chrysalis"?Pollution from the Alchemist Guild?Oakgang's disappearance?

The Lord of Witness "Chrysalis of Split" is Okgang!He seized the HOS seat of "Fountain in Painting", and parasitized on the wreckage of "Fountain in Painting" in a deformed way!
Unexpectedly, the first distortion of a knower I personally experienced, the distortion of Professor Lorraine, was caused by the pollution after studying "Split Chrysalis".
Especially the last sentence of the diary.

Did Okgang become "Split Chrysalis", or did "Split Chrysalis" become Okgang?
There is also confusion in terms of time or identity.

Okgang transcribed the "Battle of Persuasion" in the manuscript, which recorded the demise of the Esoteric Buddhism in advance?

Written by a historian of the Thionian empire who calls himself "Jean Cosme"?The title page is full of warnings from the copyist "Okgang", indicating that "Kosm" has been erased in various senses, and more than [-]% of the text on the front of the booklet has been blackened with paint? ...

In this dream, Fan Ning felt very physically unwell, with all kinds of distorted and misplaced senses of knowledge, making Fan Ning almost feel sick.

"If Oakgang was promoted to 'Chrysalis', what was Bologna promoted to?..."

"Bologna conceived a method to achieve the three conditions, one sounds more incredible than the other, the 'divinity' is only [-]%, in order to perfectly obtain the 'Plei Ruma', directly choose to strip and discard the other [-]% of the spirituality; 'Dome of the Dome' 'Unable to open, use the event reflection in the hidden past to symbolically pass through..."

"If these two points are still too far away from me, then what disturbs me the most is Bologna's idea of ​​​​obtaining the seventh-highest 'grid'... What is meant by 'imitating the attainments, characteristics, achievements or feats of the target object , confuse the secret history's judgment line of sight, and make yourself and the object indistinguishable in the eyes of the world'? Why does it sound so similar to what I have been doing?... Another example is Vincent in the next 20 years. Having created these five mysterious paintings, can it be considered that his previous plan was also to confuse himself with the 'ge' of the 'fountain in the painting'?"

Including the current Poglerich's wanton collection of the wreckage of the source god, I am afraid it is also to achieve the ambition of the quality source god.

But judging from Okgang's fate, he couldn't tell who became who in the end. This is really a great horror and a great irony.

"Boom!—" Another bucket-thick green lightning pierced the night sky.

Green goo oozed from the cracks in the walls, and colorful paint began pouring into the windows at the end of the corridor.

Fan Ning's brain was buzzing with the impact of all kinds of high-level knowledge, but the uneasy atmosphere at the moment urged him to take a breath, and slowly stepped up the steps of the spiral staircase at the end of the library.

Since the emergence of the Esoteric Cult of Longevity, the "chrysalis of splitting" has been parasitic for so many years. How far have his evil creatures grown?
In today's situation, Fanning can only make a relatively optimistic conservative estimate.

If it is a process similar to an exponential explosion, there is usually a turning point between the power accumulation period and the explosion period, and for so many years, at least nothing happened on the surface of the Turner Art Museum, a series of abnormalities such as cracking and sticking of the wall It also started to appear recently. Perhaps it can be considered that it is now at the inflection point before the outbreak?
While thinking, Fanning seemed to be dazzled, and saw that the spherical handrail on the second half of the spiral staircase had changed into multiple shapes like cauliflower.

Upstairs was a dilapidated restaurant with luxurious decoration, but whether it was an illusion or something, Fan Ning felt that the area of ​​this floor was much larger than the library, which violated the law of the original ⊿-shaped building becoming narrower as it goes up.

The long dining table was uncoordinatedly extended, and above it were dusty candlesticks, dinner plates, knives and forks, and silk towels, and even the relative positions of each set of tableware were exactly the same.

There are also unreasonably many doors in each dining room. The short side is less than ten meters wide and the average width is 1.1 meters. There are countless long sides. Fan Ning walked along the vertical side of the building in his impression, holding his breath. One door after another with exactly the same pattern was pushed open.

In a restaurant in the back, his footsteps stopped.

"I've been waiting for you for a long time, Commander Fanning." A familiar gloomy voice sounded.

Seven or eight meters away, He Meng and another gray-haired gentleman sat side by side at the end of the dining table. Behind them stood the three investigators before, and Gon was no longer in the team.

A strange leaf the size of half a door was placed on the edge of the dining table, faintly steaming with a rich and luscious breath of life, and the patterns and symbols on it were as ancient and profound as the origin of the world.

Behind it is the transparent floor-to-ceiling glass window, an illusory plane hangs in the viscous night sky outside, and the wellhead in it has a fluorescent green texture.

Return channel.

It has long been guarded by the Special Inspection Office.

But in addition to this fact, the situation on the side of a small spiral staircase made Fanning frowned even more.

It seemed to lead to an attic somewhere, the small stone door was already full of cracks, and the green slurry gushed out like foaming agent, and flowed along the steps.

If Fanning's guess is correct, this is the scene in the attic where Oakgang was promoted to the quality source god "Split Chrysalis".

Perhaps it is because the energy required for this new thing of the Lord of Witness is too large. For more than 200 years, although He has been parasitic on the remains of the "Fountain in the Painting", using those transmutation diversion tubes to absorb nutrients, the other The main body can barely fill this room now, and the influence on the outside world is basically hidden knowledge pollution.

Judging from the damage of this door, it should have disintegrated and collapsed long ago, but it seems to be supported by another illusory purple door ahead.

Its spiritual level is far higher than that of Fan Ning, even higher than the Triple Curse Seal of Comprehension he invoked before, but the light is already very weak, flickering, and may disappear at any time.

And it gives people an inexplicable sense of familiarity?
Seeing Fanning's expression of thought, Salman also spoke: "Since Commander Fanning came from the mirror channel full of colors at the other end, some situations should be equally clear. Now you cooperate with us to suppress it." The activity of the wreckage of the "Fountain", after containing it before things get worse, the evil life of the "Split Chrysalis" will naturally come to an end."

After hearing this, Fan Ning raised his head. He looked at everyone with a sad smile that was not a smile. He leaned his butt on the dining table and asked slowly:
"what time is it now?"

"Maybe the night is falling, maybe it's approaching eight o'clock, maybe it's already midnight." The gray-haired gentleman who was very strange to Fanning sneered, "But what does all this have to do with you, Commander Fanning ? Things have to be settled one by one. After discussing the wreckage of the Qiyuan God, let's discuss the problem of the abnormal area back then. Let's stay in peace when we come..."

As he spoke, he directly raised a strangely shaped dim yellow-green short-barreled firearm in his hand.

Following his aim, Fanning felt a whirlwind with cutting force formed around him, as if with just a slight movement, bullets capable of threatening spirituality would pour out of it.

"stop!"

An immature, soft, but cold voice came from behind Fan Ning.

This somewhat familiar voice made Fan Ning turn around in astonishment, and then felt the direction of the cracked stone door in the attic, and the breath of the purple invisible door outside. He seemed to remember something, but he seemed to be unable to think of anything.

A small human figure is hanging behind her, its outline is completely composed of sketch-like purple fluorescent lines, the image of a woman can be vaguely recognized, but it is difficult to distinguish the details further, she seems to be holding a A special small wooden box.

"You actually know this monster?" The gray-haired gentleman was stunned for a moment, shrinking his hands as if his confidence had been affected, and the cyclone surrounding Fan Ning was full of loopholes instantly.

"Is she the one who snatched away the wreckage of the 'Hidden Lamp' you kept?" He Meng stood up with a grim expression.

This time it was about the collection of the remains of the two Artifact Gods, and the Special Inspection Office attached great importance to it. It sent three comprehension experts and more than a dozen senior investigators to cooperate internally and externally. Unexpectedly, there were accidents one after another. Gang was seriously injured by Fan Ning, and Owen The actions on the other side were inexplicably frustrated.

For the goal of at least one side being successful, it is a safe adjustment to change the hill to guard outside and let Owen come over to join him. Just now, he has sent a message through the messenger to ask the hill behind the Turner Art Hall to deploy reinforcements to guard again. .

"Your whole family are monsters." The purple figure floated forward and said coldly, "Can you find the coordinates of the wreckage of the 'Hidden Lamp' in the small town of Watznai? Can you suppress the misfolded pollution created by it? What can you do?" If I don’t, I’ll say I’m a monster? … And snatch it away, think about what happened to you? You just came out of a box and screamed here?”

"You..." The gray-haired gentleman's face turned liver-colored.

Fan Ning looked at the purple figure hanging in the air, and said cautiously, "You are..."

"Caron, I played 'Sicilian Dance' with you yesterday, so you don't know me at all?"

The purple figure's voice is softer than Wudi's, but the reason for the dislocation of Fanning's familiarity is still the cold temperament that is different from the past.

"You are..." Fan Ning was about to speak in great surprise, but the people in the special inspection hall were seven or eight meters away. After he realized it, he still lowered his voice, "Joan, is that you? Why did you come here?" !?"

"If you still want to call me by my previous name, it's fine, but..." She looked up at the people in the Special Inspection Hall again.

"Others, I suggest you call me 'Miss Purple Bean Cake' in the future."

　My head is so uncomfortable, my mind is so confused, I am writing late, sorry.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)