musicians of old

Chapter 314 Sicilian Dance (4K [-] in [-])

"Miss Purple Bean Cake?" Fan Ning looked at the small purple figure floating beside him in disbelief, "Didn't you say before..."

The figures of the two comprehenders on the opposite side also floated in the air.

"Although I don't know why you have friendship with moving creatures, please recognize the current situation. The only way back is right in front of your eyes, and it has been temporarily sealed by Mr. He Meng's 'Leaf of the Clear Tree'."

The gray-haired gentleman once again raised his strangely shaped dark yellow barrel: "Perhaps you will be disappointed that this so-called 'Miss Purple Bean Cake' of yours is just relying on poor information about the town of Watznai and taking advantage of The opportunity in the dark before played some tricks... In the end, it was just close to my level of spirituality at the first level of comprehension, and I am afraid that it is a little bit close to deal with me and Mr. He Meng..."

The purple figure did not refute aloud.

"So, who the hell are you, acting like I owe you money as soon as we met?"

Fan Ning looked at this strange understanding person again: "Come over from another channel to change shifts? My blow was obviously against Norma Gun, why do you also look deflated? ...... You don’t have any impressions, and it seems that you have never heard my concert, so you should save the title of conductor.”

He said something in a casual manner, but in fact, he took a little breath from the situation and began to ponder the current situation.

Ever since he knew that Joan had a lot of missing memories, he had a premonition that she had experienced some rare past, and now she was judged by this person as the first level of understanding. incomprehensible.

However, the current strength of the Special Patrol Office still surpasses his side, the return passage has been controlled, the strange leaf has been prepared, and the core of the wreckage of the "Fountain in the Painting" is probably behind the stone gate. It stands to reason that everything is ready. But they have been slow to contain it...

I have to drag myself over, and then repeatedly emphasize the situation here and declare deterrence.

The most intuitive reason may be that they are afraid of the "split chrysalis" behind the door?But what does this have to do with me?Salman didn't even know what he meant by "cooperating to suppress the activity of the remains of the spring in the painting".

"Owen Davis."

Facing Fanning's inquiries about his background, the gray-haired gentleman indifferently announced his name: "Colin Davis, the leader of the exploration team in B-105 Abnormal Area, is my father."

Among the current inspector generals of the special patrol office, the one who has the deepest and most direct grudge against Vincent is definitely not Owen Davis, the son of Colin Davis, the captain of the investigation team.

His narrative is simpler than He Meng's, omitting many sensitive details, but overall it is complete.

"...Back then Vincent left the team without authorization, causing heavy losses to the team members and the organization. Now the Special Patrol Office gives you a chance to make a contribution. After assisting in the completion of the containment work, tell us everything you know, and then tell us The re-investigation team will take a trip."

For the first time, Fan Ning knew the general ins and outs, and the more he listened, the more his eyes widened. Finally, he shook his head and smiled:
"Everyone, there is a sentence on the official Extraordinary Organization membership application form. When I stepped into the mysterious door for the first time, I took a look after filling it out. It left a deep impression on me. impression?"

The five people on the opposite side looked at him in astonishment, not knowing what it had to do with the matter mentioned.

"Relative to the red line, absolutely free, explore everything, and take risks at your own risk." Fan Ning spit out these four phrases slowly.

"The term abnormal area represents the highest level of risk on the mysterious side, and the risk does not include the vicious external environment. The unknown pollution of teammates is also a completely uncontrollable factor. This is common sense. Furthermore, what is pollution? Meaning, how strange it is, how unaware and uncontrollable it is, all of these things don’t need me, a little ninth-level sage, to spread or emphasize them to you two savvy ones, right?”

"Your father, Captain Colin, died a few years later due to 'lostness'. I express regret, and the degree of regret is higher than that of my father, because Mr. Vincent's ending as the vice-captain is also a loss of life and death. Mostly because of 'lostness', but since leaving the abnormal area, it has indeed lived a lot longer than your father, so the so-called quantitative difference is not a qualitative difference..."

"At that time, the investigation team had penetrated deep into the abnormal area, and everyone was in a state of confusion. You said that Vincent was even more abnormal. I have no evidence to prove it after more than 20 years. Let's trust the credibility of your chief inspector, but since the reason for the fight is the so-called 'Divergence', who can tell clearly in that kind of ghost place, who sees, who thinks, and who remembers is the right thing? Can Mr. He Meng make it clear? Besides, whether it is clear or not, the three It is a fact that there is no immediate and direct death or serious injury, and the direct consequences of responsibility no longer exist..."

"Finally, after coming out one after another, Captain Ke Lin suffered from severe cognitive impairment; Vice-Captain He Meng lost his memory in patches and was left with stress trauma, and his strength also stagnated; Vice-captain Vincent bid farewell completely I left the Extraordinary World, opened a third-rate folk art museum as if I had changed my personality, and then disappeared inexplicably, leaving me with such a mess... Everyone is a glorious inspector, and I went to the abnormal area No one could be better off after that, and now you—”

"You call the conflict and leaving the team after the companion is polluted a crime? The special inspection agency regards the contamination of the companion in the abnormal area as a crime that should be held accountable to relatives? Are your brains unable to distinguish right from wrong?...Okay, Then let me help you sort it out, if the 'explore everything, risk self-compensation' printed on the official personnel application form is empty words, if it is 'risks need to be compensated by others', it should also be 'whoever organizes is responsible', Now that Vincent is also missing because of being 'lost', should I ask you for a compensation, or ask you for an inspector in the future? Sounds ridiculous, right? So why don't you see for yourself What did you say earlier?"

Facing the increasingly ugly Owen Davis, Fan Ning finally shook his head and smiled again: "It is useless to say some things, but I still have to make it clear. I know who you people are after the graduation concert incident. Acting in a different style, now you are sitting in the seat of the authorities, since you have the ambition to collect the remains of the source god, and to delve into the secrets of the abnormal area, why not just coerce directly and "cooperate according to the regulations"? Why do you have to be a teacher? Asking about guilt?"

"Take control." Owen squeezed out a few words between his teeth, and the peculiarly shaped gun barrel was raised again, and the cyclone began to condense around Fanning.

He Meng waved his cane, and the illusory steps with slippery tentacles opened from behind Fan Ning, and several investigators also held various spells in an instant, and rushed forward in a few strides.

The moment Owen pressed the trigger, Joan's purple figure directly grabbed Fanning's arm, swung open a door on the illusory steps created by He Meng, and quickly exited the restaurant.

All the invisible meteorite bullets shot out of the whirlwind were all emptied.

The three investigators froze.

"What speed is this? She wasn't so fast just now?" Owen, who was suspended in the air, urged his body to chase, but the figures of the other two had quickly reached the door of the second restaurant.

Without considering any additional factors, the basic shuttle speed of the astute person in the shifting surge is about the same as the speed at which people sprint at full speed in the world when they are awake. Of course, the size of the space in the shifting surge is difficult to define. Just a bystander's perception.

This speed can be maintained for a long time, and in addition to flying in the air, the maneuverability is naturally far superior to those who can only basically rely on walking. If you consider the supplementary secrets or auxiliary means, it will naturally be even more powerful. farewell.

And the current flying speed of "Miss Purple Bean Cake", while dragging a spirit body, has far surpassed Norma Gunn, who is good at being an assassin!
When Owen himself chased to the end of the second restaurant, he resolutely gave up and turned around and drifted away.

"Save a little effort, the return passage is in our hands, and the landing point outside is also our people."

He Meng also held a "cocoon" phase-transmutation paint in his hand, he was still suspended in the original position calmly, and began to direct several investigators to copy the pattern of the strange leaves on the floor-to-ceiling glass window behind him.

The invisible well outside was gradually pulled up vertically and fitted to the glass.

"What if this person consumes us?"

Owen looked anxiously at the small attic door that was constantly overflowing with green slurry.

"Consumption?" He Meng smiled lightly when he heard the words, "Suppressing the polluting activity of the 'Fountain in the Painting' and cutting off the nutrient supply of the 'Splitting Pupa' are the same thing, and it is true that both of them have to rely on his cooperation with him." The connection to the mysterious painting... But who do you think can't afford it more? Wait until the flesh and blood growth process of "Split Chrysalis" has passed the inflection point, from the secret place of migration, to the underground building, and then to the deep well of the secret door... the first one among them It is the entire Turner Hall of the Arts, none of his fans, VIPs, and staff of musicians can escape!"

To be honest, He Meng never thought that such a terrifying thing would be parasitized in the ruins of the "Great Court School" until he discovered the ritual place of the Esoteric Sect of Eternal Life. I am afraid that even when Vincent called the "Fountain in the Painting" I didn't even think about it when I thought about it.

"Even if he doesn't care about turning back, even if he doesn't cooperate with the containment work, he doesn't dare to let the situation continue to deteriorate. Just wait, he will eventually come back after sightseeing around, as long as the 'Fountain in the Painting' shrinks, The mystery of the 'leaf of the clear mouth tree' will naturally draw him into the altar..."

……

The purple figure led Fanning all the way, flying from one restaurant corridor to another restaurant corridor.

The part holding the sleeve feels cold and unreal, more like an invisible force.

"Joan, is it really you?" Fanning still looked at the small female figure with purple fluorescent lines in surprise.

"Have you ever cooperated with others in 'Sicilian Dance'?" Concise and concise rhetorical question.

"Well, why is this floor so big..." Fan Ning was full of doubts, but this was the first sentence he spit out due to the changing scene in front of him.

"It has been replicated and proliferated." Joan's voice was always mixed with familiarity and strangeness, "The long-term distance from the 'crack pupa' is too close, and under the infection of high-concentration knowledge, a series of proliferation and division processes will involuntarily occur. All living and dead things will proliferate as part of him... This should have been a small banquet hall originally, but the space inside has been squeezed and stacked with hundreds of rooms, and even the doors, dining tables, and plates have proliferated ..."

"You asked me to ask for leave last night, is it related to this matter?"

"It's partly related."

"I remember you clearly told me the year before last—hey, be careful!?" Fan Ning was just about to return to the original question, when the sudden sensation of his body falling made him exclaim.

Joan suddenly tilted her head, and her figure was shaky. The two people in flight turned into a pair of flat throws, and hit the long dining table directly, knocking down the nearby candlesticks and tableware, and fell with a crackling sound.

"Are you okay?" Fanning quickly got up from the table.

Fortunately, nearly a hundred rooms have passed from the attic area just now, and they did not continue to chase.

The purple fluorescent lines were fading, so he saw familiar faces and figures. The girl closed her eyes, her brows were furrowed, her body always had a translucent texture, and she was still holding the small box tightly in her hands.

She seemed to be in a bad state all the time.

When the light faded to a certain extent, Fanning noticed that his body was covered with thick paint, not only the white dress and cheeks, but also the two exposed legs were covered with colorful stains.

"Joan? Joan?..." Fanning tried to search for her while calling her name, but found a shiny silver flute tied around her waist, but found nothing else to clarify the situation.

The familiarity in the composition of the breath is fading, and a certain uneasy impression is getting stronger and stronger. Fanning seems to have captured something dangerous that has already been met.

Just when he decided to take the small box up to prevent unknown accidents, the girl finally spoke very weakly but anxiously: "Caron, don't touch it, give it back to me, and then help me sit up."

As she made a sound, the purple fluorescent light on her body rebounded slightly, and the traces of the paint seemed to fade a bit temporarily.

Seeing that Joan finally responded, Fanning heaved a sigh of relief, put the small wooden box back into her hand, and then supported her shoulders to let her sit on the dining table.

The touch also seems to be a little less cold for a while, and a little more physical warmth.

Joan still had her eyes closed, and there was a big heave in her chest.

"Miss Scarlet is fighting with me for the control of a 'Pulijoma Fruit'." She briefly explained her situation.

"Miss Scarlet? The "Miss Scarlet" turned into "Miss Scarlet"? The fruit of Puleoma?" Although Fan Ning didn't understand it very well, those few key words still made him nervous. .

"Caroun, it's too late to explain in detail now." Joan spoke quickly, "Let me first teach you how to use the spiritual connection of mysterious paintings to contain the knowledge of the 'fountain in the painting', you find my flute, oh you Already have it, right? A basic recital, right? You play that 'Sicilian Dance', I set the trigger to this one, and then you just pay attention to feel the spiritual revelation I took the opportunity to pass on."

"Playing? Me?..." Fan Ning raised his hand, brought it close to his mouth, and then stopped hesitantly, "Is this the flute you played?"

"Are you despising me?"

"No, no, you said it backwards, I think you might have to prepare for washing your ears, and wash the flute along the way..."

He pressed his lips together.

　happy New Year.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)