musicians of old

Chapter 400 The Fourth Movement Humans Tell Me (3): Unexplainable ([-] in [-])

"Auspicious time?"

Fanning retrieved the phrase in memory.

In his mind, on the second day in the Southland, after the caravan set off from Bakeriso Port, he studied the teachings of Fanghui Temple in the carriage and listened to Luna tell the scene of the folk culture of "Wake Up Song":
"Theoretically, as long as it is in the 'Flower Ceremony' period and within the range of 'Tia City', any performance or singing by people may successfully awaken it, and trigger strong illusions and resonance, and the Southern Kingdom has completely opened the midsummer. "

"Mr. Scheler, you must try it!! After you have received the highest standard blessing from Fanghua Sanctuary, the clergy will calculate the 'auspicious time' and invite you to become a 'Flower Flower' on a certain day in September. I am the guest of honor at the Ritual, and I was the first person to give you the ceremony..." At that time, Luna was imagining that she could win the laurel crown.

"So." Fan Ning briefly recounted the content to Joan. "In a literal sense, the 'Great Auspicious Time' is the day when the 'Flower Ceremony' is held after the beginning of midsummer."

"If that's the case, after Viern successfully awakened with "Prelude", it doesn't seem to be a strange and abrupt thing for this short red-haired lady to appear in her congratulatory speech with the keyword 'Auspicious Time'."

"Lady with short red hair?" Joan heard this, her calves tensed, and she sat upright.

From her perspective, due to the blurry picture of the revelation, she had not grasped this detail before.

"This person is most likely 'Miss Scarlet', or a guest who was under her control back then."

"I've been wondering why this is the only scene where I can vaguely feel that it's the relationship between 'soul twins'"

"It seems that there is also a problem with the midsummer in the Southern Continent in 875. Just like in 914 this year, the opening of their "Awakening Song" track was all affected by the joyful listening session dedicated to the "Red Pond". I am a little confused, so opening it Will midsummer cause any special changes, or accomplish any special things?"

"That's exactly what I want to ask you first," Fanning said, "Beside the piano at St. Athene's Hospital, after I reproduced Vienne's "Prelude" amidst the singing of birds, suddenly appeared under my feet. What exactly is the mutation?"

"Thinking about it now, it seems like an echo," Joan said.

"Echo?" Fan Ning thought about it, "You mean, the sudden danger of melting is the same as the 'Echo of Light' and the 'Echo of Expansion' that resist external impacts, and the same as Hiran's Shuttle in the astral world, the principle of you opening the door on the wall is the same, is it a kind of 'sense of disobedience' leaked from the movement?"

"Yes, an extremely strong reverberation of the 'pool'. At that time, I felt that the skin of the world you lived in was suddenly so thin that it was almost perforated. ..." Joan rested her chin in a careful memory.

"If according to the division of occult academic research, there are nine ranks of persons corresponding to those who know, and the next six ranks are the ranks of persons who pass through the gates of those who understand and those who execute order, that kind of strength That is, nine plus six equals fifteen... a fifteenth-order 'pool'! Its source is too close to the height of the dome of the Hui Tower, enough to trigger the personal intervention of a certain witness."

A trace of suspicion appeared on Fanning's face:
"Could it be that 'The Time of Great Auspiciousness' is not only the date of the 'Flower Ceremony', but also has another layer of mystical meaning, for example... the name of the echo of a certain 'pool' is also called 'The Time of Great Auspiciousness'?"

"But no matter what its effect is, the sense of disobedience brought by the reverberation is temporary, and it cannot even be sustained for 24 hours. The reverberation brought about by the official performance of the "Prelude" band 40 years ago will not affect it anyway. Until now it's..."

"No, you forgot, the echo has another purpose."

Joan raised her small face to look at him, and the purple door hinges were opening and closing in her eyes.

"It can be used to make curse marks."

Fanning's eyes were fixed.

Looking at the bloody footprints on the ground, he pondered for a moment and finally spoke:
"The real title of that "Prelude" is 'Afternoon of the Faun'. Viern's ability to write it is directly related to Mr. F we met in the small town of Watznai."

"Afternoon of the Faun..." Joan pondered the relationship between the metaphorical meaning of the title and the sense of hearing the music.

"That's all I can say for the time being." Fan Ning added, "Maybe it's a bit strange in terms of connection, after all, in your opinion there was only 'Miss Scarlet' before, and now there is Mr. F..."

"No, it's not strange." Joan reminded, "You forgot the gel membrane that caused you to turn back and shift. The tampered D minor chord on it is related to 'Miss Scarlet', but it's another thing to send this thing to you. Sylvia and Vassius contributed to it, and Mr. F is a member of the 'Gun of Mantra' organization associated with the latter."

"In any case, Mr. F needs further investigation and analysis." Fan Ning nodded slightly, "The last experience in Watznai Town may be due to the nature of the dream, and the memory is always a little fuzzy. Didn't find out..."

"I'll contact them first to discuss a few important matters, and then I'll continue talking to you about the Southern Continent."

Fan Ning intentionally isolated part of the information because the two people in Tiolein knew too well about some matters in the Southern Continent.

With the threat of occult investigation methods, almost nothing is 100% safe.

He glanced at the candlesticks on the corridors on both sides, and put the thread of inspiration into them.

The next moment, two figures appeared on the left and right sides of the first row of mahogany chairs, facing the two people sitting at the front of the stage.

"Caroun, good evening, Joan, I finally see you!!" Sheeran, who was dressed in a white dress, was so excited that she almost jumped on her when she saw her best friend finally appear.

Joan, who has become more and more calm recently, saw Xilan's excited expression and movements, and the corners of his mouth drew a long-lost arc.

"It seems that the problem of knowledge pollution has been solved?" Roy asked with a smile. In the dream, her long hair that was originally coiled up was combed out in waves, and she was wearing a pure white tea set of the same color as Xilan. She was wearing a skirt, but around her neck was a very fine and light rose-colored gauze scarf.

"It's hard to say whether this problem is solved or not." Fan Ning's expression was indescribable. "You can find out when you turn your head and look behind."

"What's the situation?" "This..."

The two of them who had just fallen asleep were still in a peaceful mood, but when they saw the bloody footprints all over the ground slightly behind, their expressions changed instantly.

"Issue number one, hurry up and get in touch." Fan Ning frowned, "As for Mr. F, I need to continue to analyze this dangerous person related to the 'Mantra of the Word' organization, mainly in two aspects: first, whether he can still I can recall some details from the last experience in the small town of Watznai; second, whether there is any new intelligence development related to Mr. F from the Special Inspection Office in the past ten days or so."

"Is it still the town of Watznai..." Roy tapped the tip of his nose with the palm of his hand as if recalling, "This memory in the wrong time and space is not as vivid as the world of waking up. Every time I recall it, it seems to be wrapped Like yarn with strong layer adhesion."

"At the beginning, it was the issuance of license plates, and then there was the search for prohibited items." Sheeran was also recollecting, "I only remember an episode later, when Carlon's baton was taken away, and when Mr. F returned it, Chatted a few words casually, um, the whole contact process should be so much.”

"What did you talk about?"

"It seems that so-and-so is also a musician?"

"Who has heard whose work?"

You say something to me, but no paragraph is complete and clear.

"If you feel the need to go deeper, you can try to use the 'weaving and splicing' method to go back." Joan said at this time.

The small dark wooden box containing the remains of the "Hidden Lamp" was thrown from her hand into the air and suspended.

"I didn't feel it so clearly before." Fan Ning said, "But what I don't expect now is that the traces of Mr. F's actions actually existed at the time of Viern. So, what is the 'weaving and splicing method'?"

Joan explained: "The memory in the depths of a dream is like a dark room. One person's memory can only light up a small corner, so the rest of the place cannot be seen clearly. But if four or five people are holding lights at the same time, different The halos diverge and superimpose at different positions, and it is likely that everyone will become able to see something clearly."

"To a certain extent, group incidents that have passed away in the long river of history are relatively more difficult to distort or erase than individual incidents because they have more witnesses. This time, it happened that the four of us were all present, and even the 'Hidden Lamp' was considered..."

Xilan listened quietly to her best friend about the secret of "Huang". Although Joan couldn't directly use the power of "Huang"'s secret art to ride after turning around, her understanding of the height of the corresponding climbing path is still the best in the world. Few people can compare with it.

"We still invite the divine power of 'Northern Wind', but this time we use the remains of 'Hidden Lamp' as the sacrificial vessel, and the rest of the salutation ceremony is similar. There is also a special link, which requires everyone to continue to cooperate and chant a more profound 'Desolation' Prayer, and hereafter are its secret teachings..."

Performing secret rituals in the shifting world is usually more concise than in the waking world, and many cumbersome links used to gain the attention of the Lord of Witnesses can be replaced, merged, or even skipped directly by means of symbols or metaphors.

Soon, the four of them occupied the four corners of the altar on the stage in a diamond shape. What was more special was that everyone stood with their heads bowed, holding an extra burning candle in their hands.

After Joan took the lead in reciting the pre-prayer and the prayer keywords pointing to the past of the weird art museum, a dead black light suddenly leaked out from the gap in the dark wooden box.

They blackened the part of the light golden mist, turning the space occupied by several people into a mass of shadows in the darkness.

An invisible cold wind blows through the church.

"I must be ahead of all parting, as if they were all behind me, like the winter that has passed away..."

Fanning held the candle, read the first sentence according to Joan's instructions, and then put out the candle with the palm of his hand.

Green smoke emerged from the gap between his fingers. What was strange was that the brightness around him not only did not get darker, but instead reflected some things that were not clearly visible in the dim space surrounded by four people.

In a narrow and low hall, there is a corridor leading to the top on the inner wall. Fan Ning saw another self, the self in the historical projection, standing at the fourth step, turning back in amazement, while standing next to him. It was Vassius wearing a top hat.

Fanning knew that this was the moment when he found out that the "old days" had been in Mr. F's hands.

The other three saw it too.

"I must live forever in the sad and beautiful ending, more silent, more secure, and return to pure relationship..."

Roy recited the second paragraph, and also extinguished the candle he was holding with his palms.

She saw another herself pointing a gun at Julius, and there were some weird town residents beside her.

"I shall be the sounding cup, once broken in drinking, here among the dead, in the land of the lingering wine..."

Sheeran recited the third paragraph, and her halo reflected another part of the town's residents, as well as a bunch of flashlights and a baton in Mr. F's hands.

"I must count myself among the rotten, rotten, and dumb reserves, and erase the count in the sum of unspeakable perfection..."

After Joan finished reading the last sentence and extinguished the candles together, the wooden box of the "hidden lamp" wreckage began to vibrate, and the surrounding dim brightness was still visible, and became fluid and loud.

"Your thing? It seems to be a baton?" Mr. F said.

"I'm used to carrying it with me. I'm a musician." Fanning stared at his face and said calmly.

"I am also a musician, especially interested in expanding sound effects and harmony systems, and now I am researching the connection between overall art and mysticism." Mr. F said.

"..." Fan Ning looked puzzled and didn't speak.

"Can't remember?" Mr. F suddenly raised his beard and smiled, "Actually, today's group of people is quite interesting. At least three of you have listened to my music."

The historical picture that was originally "illuminated" together should end here.

The same is true of the perspectives of the other three.

But Fanning suddenly found that all the lines began to move and reorganize like a shuttle.

In a trance, he saw a part of Fan Chenxun’s oil paintings on large and small rocks in the WeChat chat records on his mobile phone. They seemed to be used as "parts" stones for building some large-scale buildings or sculptures.

In the few video calls before crossing, the photo of Fan Chenxun and a group of hired people and several fighting nation-like gold masters in India in South Asia flashed through his mind.

Among them, a name with a Russian taste suddenly reminded him of a part.

F. Alexander Nikolaevich  …

Finally, a close-up of a man's image.

A high-necked white shirt, a pure black suit, a plaid tie, no glasses, short black hair in the shape of a cloud, and a wide and curled beard around the lips...

It's Mr. F.

Fan Ning suddenly felt a little familiar, not because he had seen it before, but because he was a little familiar before they met and dealt with each other for the first time.

The person's image begins to lose some of its "resolution", becoming faded and "painted".

In the end, it was "embedded" into the blinding white light similar to a computer screen, and merged with the avatar of a certain entry.

"boom!!!"

The blinding white light suddenly engulfed everything, and then black and blue bruises appeared in the field of vision for several minutes.

When Fanning saw the church clearly again, the altar had already been demolished, and the other three were all looking at him with worried and puzzled eyes.

"Mr. Fanning, why have you been in a daze for so long?"

"Anything new to discover?"

"What is Mr. F's identity or background?"

Fanning opened his mouth when he heard the words, but there was no sound.

New discovery? ...

In the end, should I have thought of this earlier, or should I not have thought of this kind of thing?
Also a musician?Whole art?mysticism?Expand the sound effect and harmony system?Fan Chenxun's overseas orders? ...

At least three people present have heard the mysterious chords in the fragments of the sound sequence? ...

hehe, hehe...

The feeling of absurdity and shudder hit Fanning. He didn't know whether his guess was right, nor did he know how to explain it to the three companions.

Because he now seriously suspects that Mr. F is the Russian pianist-composer Scriabin, the author of the so-called "giant multi-dimensional work of art" "Apocalypse Secret Realm" in his previous life!
　Speaking of an important thing, there is a book club event in April. Our operation students posted plans in the book club circle. You can go and have a look. The prizes are all physical peripherals. Welcome to the book club group for consultation. Click to enter from the bottom of the introduction.

　　And, in April, set a small goal first, and try to see if you can make 4 consecutively in the first week.

　　
　
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