musicians of old

Chapter 327 The First Movement: Awakening Poem (4): Awakening
"2F, 3F, 4F"

The elevator is getting closer and closer to the 11th floor where Fan Ning rents.

There was cold sweat all over his back, and he pressed the button on 6F vigorously, but the elevator had risen to 6F in the next moment, so he slapped the button on 7F in a hurry.

This time the elevator door opened.

The layout in front of him was strange and complicated. The lights on the wall were inexplicably mixed with crimson light, and the whole corridor seemed to be covered with a faint blood mist.

Fan Ning turned abruptly through several intersections, and everywhere he went were all the same closed doors or water well and electric well doors, until he went back to the elevator entrance again, but he did not find the stairwell on this floor.

"Ding ding ding dong ding ding ding—" the phone's WeChat ringtone rang again.

[Xu Xinyi, steel partner of the 1x choir, requests a video call]
Fan Ning clearly moved his finger over the "Reject" button, but the video was automatically accepted.

[Connecting...]
Perhaps only a third of a second, he chose to close his eyes instantly.

Then, relying on muscle memory, he switched to the background list of the application, swiped up and exited WeChat directly.

The platform inside the door continued to rise.

The floor sign of the elevator in front of me began to change.

"7F, 8F, 9F"

The phone vibrated a few times, and a text message popped up from above.

"Why did the senior avoid me?"

"Did I disturb you to ask questions late at night, making you feel a little bored?"

"Let me come to you to apologize... I hope you don't mind..."

The floor stops at 11F.

Fan Ning's heart was beating wildly, his eyes flicked across the corridor at high speed, and returned to the phone after finding nothing.

Finally, it fell on the APP icon of the music software.

A small figure filled with purple streamer appeared in his mind.

He suddenly had an idea, clicked on the music software, quickly skipped the opening advertisement, and then entered a line of the most efficient and concise characters in the search bar:

"BWV.1031"

Click the soft keyboard to confirm.

"11F, 10F, 9F..." After the elevator logo stopped at 11F for a while, the display began to descend.

Fortunately, the Internet speed was extremely smooth, and then he quickly clicked on a search result containing the word "Siciliano".

With the other hand, the volume of the speaker was turned up to the maximum at the same time.

Soft, pure, and with a melodious flute sound that is vaguely sentimental, the piano falls behind the keys to accompany the dance steps, weaving unknown reveries and thoughts.

It is the second movement "Sicilian Dance" of Bach's No. [-] Sonata for Flute and Harpsichord.

The crimson blood mist still enveloped the corridor, and the elevator sign jumped to "7F".

Fan Ning was suddenly in a trance, and saw a narrow door that was clearly concealed a few meters away, but he hadn't noticed it before.

Staircase!
"Ding dong—" the prompt sounded.

The moment the elevator door opened, his figure disappeared into the shadows.

"Bang!!!" The narrow door in the stairwell was slammed shut.

Fanning has never experienced an earthquake escape.

But at this moment, he was absolutely sure that if an earthquake really happened, the building would collapse within tens of seconds, and he was going downstairs at this speed.

"Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom!"

After putting the phone in his pocket, he spun around the stairwell crazily, and his whole figure was about to be thrown into the air. He only took three or four steps on each flight of stairs before he stepped over.

There must be something chasing him behind, the "squeak" sound when the narrow door was closed and opened just now was too obvious.

"Plop...plop...huh...huh..."

The phone was still playing music, and Fan Ning felt his heart jumping out of his throat. The floor lights in the stairwell gradually turned purple. When he saw the 1F sign, he decisively opened the door and fled.

Perhaps under the sound of the music, the feeling of being chased gradually faded away, but he didn't stop, running all the way out of the community, and finally rushed into a shop with orange lights on the side of the street.

He thought it might be a KFC or McDonald's store, or it might be a small restaurant, or even just a sales hall of a gas station. In short, from the moment he stepped through the door, he felt a heavy drowsiness. After passing by people in twos and threes, He sat down on the bench, leaned on the small wooden table and passed out.

First, he dreamed that he was walking through the mountains, and the destination seemed to be a church, but the unknown existence behind him made him feel that this matter might expose the target, so he changed his course several times to try to get rid of it...

Then I dreamed that I was squatting on the ground with a figure in a purple dress, looking for something among a large pile of messy music scores and picture album pages...

"Why are you missing?"

"Is it in your flashlight?"

When she woke up in a daze, she finally heard a familiar girl's voice, and she seemed to raise her head.

Fan Ning suddenly opened his eyes, and the shops on the street had long since disappeared.

As far as the eye can see, it is a strange space that stretches without end, mixed with a sense of contradiction between openness and closure. It has the same vaults and corridors as a church, but the ground surface is a grid of tiles with different heights like a swimming pool, covered with red liquid. the whole space.

There was an eerie low wind noise in the air.

There was a warm and uneasy feeling of submersion below the knees, and the red liquid seemed to continue to rise slowly.

What's missing?

flashlight?In the flashlight?
In the dream of the dream, the sentence seemed to be a reminder from Joan, which made Fanning take out the phone from his pocket immediately when faced with the strange situation in front of him.

What's in the phone?
The pictures experienced in the secret realm of shifting jump out frame by frame, the strange huge triangular building, the transmutation pipeline proliferating like a cochlea...

Draw a painting by yourself, plunge into the attic, and then the amorphous green, the fragmented consciousness, and the persistent confrontation, pull and pull operation in the depths of spirituality....
Something...in the phone?
As if inspired by something, Fan Ning quickly clicked into the phone album.

Hundreds of photos, screenshots, music scores, scenery, food, all of which are modern, but the bottom one is...

The garden-style vegetation background is as neat as a photo frame, with a handful of strangely colored springs rippling in the middle, and the containers that make it up are coiled and stacked like arteries, and form the shape of atrium and ventricle on the top. The magnification, magnificent colors and mechanisms are endlessly fractal, bringing a strong sense of visual dizziness.

"Is this..." Fan Ning's pupils gradually dilated.

"The image of the wreckage of the 'Fountain in the Painting'? Why did it go to my mobile phone photo album? I didn't take pictures..."

In just a few minutes, the red liquid in this space permeated his waist, and the warm uneasiness was about to swallow him up. The most important question at the moment was obviously not "why" but "how to do".

What can a "photograph of the wreckage of the fountain in the painting" do?
The liquid spread from the abdomen to the chest inch by inch. The dream was still in a trance, but the danger was real and terrifying. Fan Ning tried his best to calm himself down. He raised his arms holding the phone from the liquid, his eyes sparkled.

Among the people and things I can come into contact with at present, the ones most closely related to the "Fountain in the Painting", apart from "Miss Scarlet" and "Miss Purple Bean Cake", are...

When the warmth spread to his neck, an electric current flashed through his heart, and he reopened WeChat.

There were dense vibrations and notification sounds. Including Chen Na and Xu Xinyi, more than ten friends who were similar to the notes of "Chorus Steel Companion" occupied the homepage with 99+ new news reminders.

Fan Ning slid all the way down and found Fan Chenxun's chat bar.

Quickly enter, click the + sign, send photos, and choose "Spring in the painting"!
In less than one breath, a sudden change occurred.

"Boom!—" Something exploded in my mind, and there was still a warm liquid soaking sensation below the shoulders, but the burning heat began to spread on the face, and the surrounding scenes began to peel off inch by inch, and finally turned into dazzling white.

The salty smell, the sound of the waves.

White sandy beaches, black volcanic rock groups, and hoarse waterfowl calling.

My posture is lying down, the venomous sunlight hits my face directly, and my sense of sight, hearing and smell are intermittent and hazy.

Just when Fanning came back to his senses, a huge and long gray beak clamped his head with not too heavy force.

(End of this chapter)