musicians of old

Chapter 322 The So-Called Keeper (4K [-]-in-[-])

"thump!!"

Joan's face was covered with water, watching the stone door of the attic collapse and smash to the ground, torn apart.

Unidentified biological tissue pieces floated on the green foul-smelling mucus, flowing out like opening a gate to release water.

"Boom--"

The world, including the entire building, suddenly trembled uneasy.

A strong warning came from the spirituality of everyone.

"What's going on!?" Salman, whose face was covered in blood, exclaimed.

"No, I'm afraid this secret realm of shifting surges is about to collapse!" Inspector He Meng, who was at the core of the containment altar, suddenly drew out his stick decisively, and an inexplicable gust of cold wind blew out the candlesticks.

In the curling smoke, he followed a specific retrograde trajectory, erasing the mysterious symbols stroke by stroke.

Inspector Owen immediately floated up, and the spiritual fire came out concretely, igniting the curse-sealed paper in his hand, and then cut off the mysterious connection of the three assistants one by one.

"Go, enter the switchback passage!"

Fan Ning's ruthlessness decoupled the traction force, there was nothing in the containment altar, and there was a sudden change in this secret realm...

Considering the three facts in front of them together, and adding a little bit of recursive logic, the two comprehenders understood what happened in a blink of an eye——

Only when the parasitic relationship is removed, the remains of the "spring in the painting" are controlled, and the transmutation pipeline withers and shrinks, will the foundation of this "Great Court School" site be shaken.

Yes, when the foundation ceases to exist and the balance of mysticism is broken, this already sick place may soon be completely destroyed.

The five members of the special patrol agency's action team threw themselves into the floor-to-ceiling windows decisively one by one.

If you were not in the secret ceremony, you might be able to enter the door to investigate the situation a little bit, but it took a full 2 ​​minutes to interrupt the ceremony, and the scene of the secret place was already riddled with holes, and there was no time to take a few breaths to delve into it.Moreover, that "Miss Purple Bean Cake" took people flying too fast, and it was useless to study too deeply.

Although I don't understand why Fan Ning was able to resist the traction of the "Qingkoushu" secret ritual, and I don't know why he controlled the wreckage without dying...

But it doesn't matter, no matter what happens, no matter what he holds in his hands, in the end, people will always get out from here.

If you don't go, you have to go, and Fanning also has to go if you don't go.

After the person is in hand, everything is considered in the long run.

There are more than just the people in front of you guarding the turning point.

He Meng took the strange blade and was the last one to enter the passage.

The rich and sweet breath wrapped on the floor-to-ceiling windows disappeared, and the mouth of the well became an open state that can be passed at any time.

He Meng felt that he had fallen into a chaotic chasm, and the "cocoon" phase paint primer in his pocket was constantly correcting the pointing position of the waking world.

Just like a long winding water pipe, as the water flow, you only need to surge forward, without thinking about where the exit is.

The revelation of that turning point is not too far away.

"Boom card!——"

The mountain behind the Turner Art Hall was raining heavily, and it was dark.

Twenty or thirty black figures that seemed to exist or not, surrounded the five of them.

Lightning and thunder from time to time turned the night into day, and water drops dripped from the brims of everyone's hats and raincoats.

"Mr. He Meng, you didn't bring him out?" Norma Gunn said in the crowd
He Meng briefly described what happened afterwards.

"...So, he will come out in a short time." His face was as indifferent as before.

"Our actions will be based on you later, Mr. Wax." Gang Wenyan nodded and spoke to his colleagues next to him.

"Miss Gang, please go ahead."

Next to her was a mysterious man in a wheelchair. This man had a low-brimmed hat, sounded like he was young, and seemed to be suffering from serious leg problems. His hands were tucked into the sleeves of his raincoat, and he didn't seem to have any mobility. Or the appearance of combat ability, but, judging from Gang's tone of voice, this Mr. "Wax" is also an inspector general.

The four masters and a large number of middle and senior investigators waited for Fan Ning here.

The group continued to wait intently after a brief exchange, but Owen frowned, and looked at the wet pocket watch in the light of the lightning day.

The moving creature "Miss Purple Bean Cake" is only at the limit of the first level of comprehension. Even if the strength takes two more steps, in the chaotic cracks after the collapse of the moving secret realm, it will not be able to keep Fan Ning who has not yet broken through the comprehension. ?
It should be said that his analysis and estimation on this point are accurate.

The ruins of the "Great Court School".

Joan's purple figure floated into the attic as early as when the special inspection hall began to interrupt the secret ceremony and dismantle the altar.

"Crackling - crackling -"

Cracks spread, masonry fell, and the tableware and china outside were scattered everywhere.

She frowned tightly, the scene here was both unfamiliar and familiar, but fortunately she had some psychological experience.

In short, the attic bedroom at the top is like being forced into one or two hundred deformed corpses of Professor Lorraine.

The walls and furniture proliferate and bulge, the ground is covered with twitching fistulas and pale fingers, the crevices are overflowing with brain texture folds, the mouthparts and skulls are densely stacked and nested on the sofa and bed... Fortunately, this seems to have shrunk and collapsed The final product no longer fills the entire attic space, and most of its vitality has also been lost.

Joan's tiny figure flitted left and right, avoiding the foul-smelling monstrosities.

Then she saw Fan Ning lying in a relatively clean area in an open space behind a screen. His clothes were as tattered as a sieve, and there were large stains on his exposed skin, but his spiritual body was basically intact, with a wound on his left wrist. A gelatinous transparent strip.

His aura is indeed very weak, but it doesn't look like the type of exhausted oil, but like... similar to a state of recovering from a serious illness?
Then... there seemed to be tears on her face?

"It's strange, it's obvious that you are going to die, and it's obvious that I'm watching."

Joan breathed a sigh of relief, but there was some doubt in her eyes, and it seemed that she didn't see anything special except for the residual meat, and the transmutation channels were gone.

Finally, her eyes swept to Fanning's left foot, where there was a small black metal box.

From the glass hole cut out above, it looks like a flashlight with a strange shape?
Amidst the roar of the collapse, the field of vision was a little dizzy.

There is no time to think about it further. Although the figurative evil creature of "Split Pupa" has been inactivated, it is an invisible existence in the high place of the above-mentioned house, and its high concentration of knowledge pollution still remains here.

After staying for a while, Joan felt that ghostly double images began to appear in front of her eyes, and some tiny units in her body were about to split apart.

Moreover, the complete collapse of the Yi Chung Secret Realm has entered the countdown.

She pulled Fanning's spiritual body up.

"What's going on here?" Just as the two floated up, he woke up and said hoarsely.

The question was asked subconsciously. After scanning the surrounding situation, Fanning knew that the black flashlight also fell into his hand under his control.

"You woke up, so I still believe you have a sense of propriety afterward," Joan said.

"Of course." Fanning, who was still dizzy, said "hmm".

He feels that the other party's position of concern has not changed, and there is nothing wrong with the content of the words.

However, due to some unknown factors, her temperament seemed to have further changed in such a short period of time.

"You must leave immediately, I cannot protect you in the chaotic migration gap after the collapse."

It was obviously too late to communicate too much about what happened just now.

"How will I see you later?" Fanning stretched out his hand and slowly stroked the soft waistband.

"Try to think of 'Sicilian Dance' when I fall asleep, but I'm not sure what will happen next, maybe there is a small probability." Her answer was concise.

The figures of the two flew in front of the floor-to-ceiling windows. At this moment, He Meng had just left, and the invisible well of resistance was returning to its original open nature.

The scenes outside the window and inside the room have become very strange—some places have become an inexplicable void, some are completely irrelevant and hard to see scenes, or are consistent with adjacent things, but present a cochlea-like density fester.

"Be careful of 'Miss Scarlet'." While the bricks were falling, she looked up at Fanning again.

"clear."

Although the previous confrontation was not dangerous, if there is a little more deviation, for example, if Vincent's creation is one less, he is four against one, or the position of "cocoon" is not occupied by Cumier, and he is five against two, Then with the personality of "Miss Scarlet", things will develop in the opposite direction.

While the earth was shaking and the mountains were shaking, the girl gave her instructions in a calm, fast and serious tone:

"The orderer has risen very high in the Hui Tower, and many extraordinary means are transcendent and untraceable. Sometimes it's not that you are not smart enough to be prudent, or act impulsively and impermanently, but that you are hard to get rid of the influence of those existences... I I wondered if the decision to enter the secret door at that time was related to some hint from "Miss Scarlet", the purpose was to lure me into a dream along that specific path, so as to control me... As for you, although you don't know what her purpose is, but She has been eyeing you for a long time, and you have been used invisibly once."

Fan Ning nodded slightly again: "The escape and sublimation of "Room of Pain" is now obvious."

Instead, he kept nodding his head in agreement, which is not common on weekdays.

"What's the matter with your expression?" Joan looked at him suspiciously.

"nothing."

"Are your eyes uncomfortable?"

"The premiere has been held and ended as scheduled." Fanning turned his head away and looked at the floor-to-ceiling windows.

Hearing this, the girl's small figure hanging in the air froze in place.

He means to say...

The festering holes all over the space are devouring everything.

"Got to go, see you later." Fan Ning's eyes flashed coldly, and he tore off the lavender girdle with a hint of divinity, wrapped it around his hand, and jumped into the invisible well with a run-up.

Joan, who came back to his senses, shouted:

"Be careful with those people. You are not in a very good condition now, just this extraordinary string..."

Fanning's back has disappeared.

A process of traveling through chaotic rifts at extremely high speed, with an unknown direction.

The colors and lines in front of him were spinning wildly, but he could already feel the "cocoon" phase in his pocket, which was correcting the chaotic trajectory and gradually pointing to a not too far away direction.

This will wake up when the world should have been dark.

Turning back to the Turner Art Hall is just around the corner, and Fanning's nerves are tense, always ready to deal with emergencies.

Suddenly, there was a weird slippery feeling on the tip of the tongue, and then the left wrist tightened again!
A few notes with line segments appeared inexplicably in front of my eyes: "re, fa, la, #do".

With an augmented third interval, the violent and rough D minor major seventh chord.

"Gel fetal membrane!?"

When I encountered "The Room of Pain" for the first time in the sealing room, it was it that helped me resist the infection and dissolution, and then the imprint on it inexplicably added a "rise do", which was superimposed on the original d small three over the chords.

So Fan Ning's first reaction was that he encountered some kind of "pool" pollution, which triggered the reaction of this ritual vessel.

But he was surprised to find that at the next moment, this gel membrane used its own stronger spiritual fluctuations to overwhelm the correction of the original "cocoon" phase paint!
Fanning felt like he was in a car that was slamming on the brakes and backing up on the accelerator.

A stagger, and a bigger stagger.

When I woke up, the reentry direction of the world suddenly changed drastically and completely!
"...Path Reappearance Method?"

"Looking for a 'person for marking', holding a "primer" to go to a specific place in the waking world? Then achieve some kind of mystical closed loop?"

"So that later people hold the "primer" and enter the reentry channel, so that they can return to the path marked at that time?"

"!!! Could this real 'primer' be..."

The chaotic color lines in front of me stopped for an instant, and then spun even more crazily in a counterclockwise direction.

In his mind, Roy unfolded a small piece of engraved printing paper folded in half after parking the car at Hayward Manor that day, and read it lightly in the dim light.

"...In the year 871 of the new calendar, an unexplained fire destroyed the 'Freedom Folk Herb Workshop' of Vassius' parents."

"...Coincidentally, a short time ago, we discovered that a person had visited this 'Freedom Folk Herb Workshop' several times. This person's name was Viern, and he was an organist by profession."

"...His main appeal is to treat glaucoma. At first, he improved obviously, but then went downhill again, so the owner of the 'Freedom Folk Herbal Workshop' gave Viern a token and told them that their herbal medicine skills are Learned from the Southern Continent, the treatment effect is not satisfactory, maybe it’s because I haven’t learned it yet.”

"...After several suggestions from the Herbal Medicine Workshop, Viern finally made up his mind to go to the Southern Continent to seek medical treatment in person according to the contact address on the token."

Fanning was hit by a wave of terror that stood on end.

In his mind, he recalled the whole story of the night in Fort Santaram, when the two visited the "Relatim Chemical Company" at night, Sheeran played the role of Vassius, and co-acted with himself at the Sylvia rooftop party.

Who is playing for whom?
What kind of existence is invisibly manipulating all this?Is one party taking advantage of itself, or is it a multi-party game?

It was too late to carefully review the seemingly normal conversation process that day.

Because of the sudden change, Fan Ning, who had finally "recovered from a serious illness", had an old injury and had a splitting headache. Everything was falling at a high speed, blurred and distorted.

The words in my mind can no longer be connected into long logical sentences.

Eye disease? ...

Seek medical attention? ...

Former Turner Museum of Art?

apostle?Primer?keepsake?

This is the fucking so-called... token? ? ?
Fan Ning's sense of close positioning from the mountain behind the Turner Art Hall, which was originally similar to He Meng's group, was thrown far away like a cannonball.

That new direction is very far, far beyond this city, beyond this empire, beyond this continent!
Consciousness completely plunged into the endless darkness!
(End of this chapter)