Old-time musicians

"What I hate most in my life is being led by inexplicable people or things that I am not interested in."

"Whether you are a specific person or an amorphous abstract existence, if you can't make a choice, I won't turn the table over and leave?"

As Fanning explored the boundary of the dream, his gray body gradually regained color, and his contours returned to their true sharpness.

So everyone was completely dumbfounded.

Either choose to accept the top reward from the Special Patrol Office or receive the highest courtesy of the Bologna School. These are all huge extraordinary resources that can be obtained with more effort. Other knowledgeable people may not be able to gain so much even if they go through life and death and seek for ten years.

Such an opportunity

The young great musician just left like that?

"It seems that there is nothing wrong, but I always feel that something is wrong." Bishop Mir muttered to himself. He had ordered several clergymen accompanying him to help with the aftermath, and he stood in the corner and watched the show with an indifferent attitude.

So many people were present today to witness that Fanning did not stop anyone, did not take anything for himself, and did not maliciously hinder the internal actions of other organizations. The only thing he did was to investigate all the way here and hunt down and kill four members of the evil god organization. No one can find fault with him.

Since it is "none of my business", what else can I say?

"Mr. Fanning!"

As early as Fanning took a step and showed signs of leaving, Roy went around in the direction of his exit.

At this time, the stone slab passed over her head, and she continued to call on the light of first acquaintance to step forward. The space scene she passed through was curled and overlapped. The next moment, a tall figure in a bright red dress stood directly in front of Fanning, who was covered in dirt.

"Roy? What are you doing?" Marquis McAdam subconsciously wanted to raise his hand and use the secret technique of "Transformation" again to pull his daughter back to his side.

This form of invisible force training comes from the spiritual knowledge he mastered when he passed through the third level of the "key" phase "cracking gate", and it is also one of his many strange methods that everyone is afraid of.

But the scene in front of him suddenly woke him up from his enthusiasm for the "disaster". After realizing that Roy was one step away from the core of the dispute faster than himself, he put his raised hand down again.

"What's going on?" Hiran, who had been staring at Fanning's movements, was stunned by this sudden change.

The rectangular stone slab was only half a square in size. The two of them looked at each other face to face, their chests pressed together, and their noses almost touched each other.

The expression of Sir Viadrin next to him was obviously relaxed from the state of being on guard. At this moment, he looked at Hiran with a playful face, and I don't know what it means.

I knew earlier that I could actually travel through the astral world! ! The little girl clutched the hem of her skirt, pursed her lips, and defended herself in her heart indignantly. However, there is no room to stand now.

"Tear down the altar, avoid this area, and coordinate with the police to deal with the aftermath of the accident." McAdam made up his mind and spoke decisively, and the other two organizations also gave similar instructions.

"The living will perish, and salvation is hard to find."

Fanning's words before leaving and his daughter's retreat made him realize that even without external interference, his members would suffer extremely serious pollution if they entered the dream to contain the "disaster". What's more, the two profound people of the Special Patrol Office and a group of senior investigators are still watching covetously. If there is another conflict,

I still have at least 30 or 40 years of life to climb and seek. For an uncertain opportunity of "executing the order", I don't know how many people will die here today, and I can't report to the "consultant" of the school who is a member of the discussion group.

"I wish you fewer deaths." McAdam sneered and looked at everyone in the Special Patrol Office before turning around and leaving.

But from his expression, it is unknown whether this blessing is positive or negative.

Watching the retreat of personnel from all parties, He Meng breathed a sigh of relief.

The most ideal situation was no longer possible, but he did not want such a fierce conflict and sacrifice to occur during the first operation to collect the remains of the source god. If so, the leader would be very disappointed in himself.

"Not good!" Gang next to him suddenly exclaimed, "This door is about to close!"

The dream space in front of him began to have rippling water ripples again. The departure of Fanning, the key holder, undoubtedly brought the time for the recovery of the gap in the surface of this world ahead of time.

"Execute the initial second plan. You take the contaminated placeholder spirit potion." He Meng's eyes flashed with decisiveness.

The seven investigators behind him drank a light green liquid soaked in rotten spores, and then took their positions on the altar.

He Meng himself took out a narrow scimitar from the black backpack behind him. It had a golden handle, a black sheath, and a cyan ribbon as the bottom thread. The blade had the same cyan storm pattern.

There was an extremely dangerous and unstable aura in this scimitar, but it seemed to be wrapped by something like oil or electric current, so it did not show any obvious abnormality for the time being. However, after He Meng, with a serious face, pushed it open with his thumb, something strange happened.

The bright silver blade, which was only a few centimeters away, erupted with violent cutting airflow. Despite the seal laid by Poglerich, He Meng's clothes were instantly torn into tatters.

The leader could even take in the remains of such a terrifying witness as his own weapon. He was indeed an extreme strong man who had climbed to the sixth level and was close to the height of the "Dome Gate".

With respect and awe for the leader, He Meng gritted his teeth and slowly pulled the scimitar away. The cuts on his skin began to bleed, but he remained unmoved. He then stepped into the dream boundary that was about to collapse, followed closely by Gang.

"The name of the god of 'disaster' may not have been like this originally. He symbolizes probability, cause and effect, and connection, but after going crazy, all the prayers can observe are scenes of bad luck, bad omen, and disaster. Using the 'blade' can cut off its conceptual connection, temporarily separate the pollution of its own destiny, and then disperse and wrap it with the 'veil of night' and place it on the altar. In this way, it will be temporarily dragged into the 'chaotic heaven' of the moving secret realm and handed over to me for processing"

"After that, all containment execution personnel must not enter dreams for at least half a year, reduce going out, and strictly prohibit fighting. Follow the following method to gradually remove pollution and reduce the mortality rate as much as possible. Those who are still at risk after three rounds of assessment will retire early and avoid calling invisible power for life"

According to Poglelich's instructions, He Meng, despite the discomfort of trembling all over his body, recited the prayer about calling the invisible power of the "blade".

Clang! Clang! Clang! A low and strange sound sounded, like the friction sound of dragging heavy wooden furniture on the ground.

Then, in the strange mirror-like cloud of the "disaster", several dark golden streams appeared out of thin air, and the scene suddenly expanded and collapsed, cutting it into a pile of scattered fog balls of varying sizes in less than a breath. They floated slowly, and seemed to be gathering again.

Visible black inspiration threads shot out from around Norma Gon's body. In a blink of an eye, the original "disaster" turned into a big tree with scattered branches and covered with black curtains, and was slowly led to move towards the altar outside.

At the same time, on the other side, the stone slab flew in the air in the tunnel.

"Why are you following me?" Fanning looked at Roy standing in front of him in confusion. At such a close distance, the azure in her eyes, the curled arc of her eyelashes, the warm and delicate lips, and every inch of flawless skin texture on her face were clearly visible.

"Me? I don't know either." The girl hesitated for a moment, "Seeing that you were in a bad mood, I followed you subconsciously."

The place where their bodies touched was warm, and the flying hair touched Fanning's face, which felt a little itchy.

"You won't drive me off, will you?" she asked again.

"I'm not clean for the time being." Fanning answered irrelevantly, and reluctantly took a tiny step back, turned his head away, and looked down.

The stone slab had already flown out of the end of the other end of the train wreckage. From the back, passengers could still be seen jumping off the platform and fighting with the crowd who were maintaining order.

These people who were bewitched to take the elixir with the motivation of "increasing life span, improving function, and delaying aging" may not have thought clearly why their trip today was here. They didn't know it, but those who knew it had no different endings, just like the passengers on the original two subways. Before the collision, they were thinking about the day's work arrangements or the upcoming holiday vacation plan. Before leaving in the morning, they said goodbye to their families and waited for the reunion when they returned late.

This narrow tunnel should not have been able to hold the bodies of two or three thousand people, but those dark pits were insatiably absorbing the transmuted tissues and slurry.

Fanning no longer had the energy to join the interference team, but some inspirations aggressively drilled into his mind, which were gray, sinful, full of manic dance and emotional catharsis.

The people who were preached the "Evil God Pollution Identification Manual" and emphasized that aging and extinction are natural laws, but still fell into the pollution end

The two principals who were purified by the prayer and mystery of "St. Janin of Pontua Preaching to the Fishes" and determined to avoid excessive knowledge, but still became deformed or lost and died

Listened to the sermon happily, and then dispersed to chase the fish to fill their stomachs?

"Waking up from the daydream of the second movement, the meaning of existence is still incomprehensible, and death itself is meaningless, so there is only endless repetitive movement, noisy and busy days, and a dull life." Fanning looked at the wreckage that was gradually moving away from him from the high place where he was standing. There was a dazzling tunnel and a spinning crowd, fast, distorted and blurred. He shouted out in his heart as if he wanted to vent.

Consciousness became deeper and deeper, and inspiration rose higher and higher. The "Gate of Coincidence" in the distance had not yet closed, and the light that sprinkled in through the gaps between the branches was still in his mind, but the previous violent squandering was no longer enough to support the profound thoughts, and a stronger dizziness hit him like a hammer.

"Buzz!" "Boom!——" "Hua La Hua La"

The strong dissonant chords of the brass in his mind sounded, accompanied by the rolling of cymbals and timpani and the suffocating sound group composed of sinister and evil chromatic scales. His eyes went black and he fainted.

"Ah!" Roy saw Fanning close his eyes, blood like a snake flowing out of his nose again, and the stone slab under his feet finally twisted and fell down.

"Be careful!" She subconsciously grabbed Fanning's arms.

"Bang" sounded with Roy's exclamation, and the two fell into the tunnel together, turning into a pair of rolling gourds.

After an unknown amount of time, Fanning smelled a faint and cool aromatherapy, and realized that he was sinking into a soft big bed, so he opened his eyes and saw the crystal chandelier and exquisite murals on the ceiling, and turned his head to see a row of exquisite porcelain displayed on the colored oak shelves in the distance, as well as a piece of embossed lily and blackberry-shaped wallpaper.

This is a luxurious bedroom shrouded in twilight. The chandelier is only lit in four corners. The dim orange light spreads delicately, making the fabric furniture, oak floor and grand piano all covered with a warm beige halo.

Fanning found the baton under the pillow, then sat up on the bed. He looked towards the floor-to-ceiling window. Outside was a quiet gravel path, and in the distance were stepped flower beds surrounded by wooden fences, and vines with purple-black fruits climbing along the bronze sculptures.

In the evening, the night wind was clean, and the courtyard was chirping. Compared with the noisy and coal-smoked steel city of Santaramburg, Fanning felt like he had entered an academic landscape oil painting.

"I slept for a whole day?" After eliminating the danger, he stopped thinking for the time being, but jumped out of bed and searched in the room.

The movement of confusion, the rotating scene, the stubborn action, the chaotic collision

The touch of the oak floor under his feet is warm and delicate. Fanning quickly found the music paper and pen under the piano stool. He returned to the bed and pulled the small square wrought iron table for dining on the bed to his side.

"The living must perish, salvation is hard to find, the meaning of existence is hard to understand, and death itself is meaningless." He drew three flats in the key of C minor and recorded two hammers of timpani at the beginning.

"The conception of the third movement scherzo movement should not have a balanced number of bars in several parts, but it is best to present a decreasing length structure, with shorter and shorter pieces, but more and more content"

"This will make the music go from the surface of calmness and ease at the beginning to the end with more and more dense and suffocating emotions, thus presenting the sense of disillusionment of nothingness"

After the stubborn ornament rhythm of the woodwind instrument, he wrote the theme melody of the scherzo, which was taken from the hymn "St. Janin of Pontua Preaching to the Fishes".

"Mr. Fanning, when did you wake up? Why are you writing without turning on the light?"

After writing for about five minutes, a girl's voice came from the door, and the crystal chandelier was completely turned on. The quiet twilight was occupied by warm and bright lights.

Fanning looked in the direction of the voice.

There was Roy in a cream-colored gauze nightgown. She gently kicked off her slippers and stepped barefoot on the velvet carpet in the room.

"Would you like something to eat?"