Old-time musicians

Xilan's family has never been called prominent, and it is impossible to have a complete and long history of ancestors like a noble family.

In fact, it was not until her father Anton's generation that he was valued by the clergy for his musical talent, and gradually reached the level of a public school professor and entered a more stable middle class.

Regarding the traceability of the ancestors of the Conor family, we can only guarantee clarity and accuracy within five generations, which is a time span of a hundred years. There is no way to verify what happened two or three hundred years ago.

Perhaps, this is not the important point. What is more important at the moment is that the core meaning expressed by Senior Sister Roy in the letter is to do it "secretly" or "indirectly" and "not to allow herself to attract extra attention"!

And now, what the Guidance School wants is for him to accompany him to his former residence, Eagles, to investigate!

How can this be "not attracting attention"? This is when he directly became the protagonist!

"Well, if you come back, I will just follow the arrangements and there will be no need to use my brain at all."

Xilan was distracted and fantasizing for a moment, then picked up the tea, took a sip, and focused his eyes on the two letters again.

Fortunately, at present, things seem to be circulating only within a few official organizations.

Moreover, the time is quite loose and there is no clear node.

Sheeran took out a black, thin, short thing that resembled an "eyeliner" or a "lipstick pen" from his coat pocket, and drew a close line with a mercury luster in the palm of his hand.

"I hope this is a matter without the involvement of the Special Patrol Office. However, we still need to learn more information before we can respond. When Senior Sister Roy wrote this letter, she probably would not have thought that the Guidance School would also come to such an event. "Contact letter"

She recalled the missing winged puppet and quickly shared a few key points, hoping that the other party could add more details.

He summoned Sir Viadrin's messenger again, this time carefully choosing his words, and spent a long time trying to further inquire about the school's intentions.

"When are you going to get rid of that 'so-called trouble'?"

She sighed softly, but still didn't want to get up and leave her seat. She put her elbows on her knees and hid her face in the palms of her hands.

"Wow--"

After the cold water hit his face, Fan Ning squatted on the ground and wiped his face and shook his hands.

"Lavoisier, you wake up."

"Exactly, there are still more than ten minutes before dinner starts."

The two voices of Durk and Ivan came one after another.

"Oh, okay."

The blurry ghost image in Fan Ning's field of vision gradually returned to its original position.

He stood up, looked into the distance, and rubbed his forehead with his hands. He no longer recalled the dreams that he could not remember, but focused on his eyes.

It was a gloomy afternoon, the temperature was quite cool, and the sun's rays weakly escaped from the thick clouds.

This is the doorway of a dilapidated barracks. After waking up and getting up, my mind felt a little dull like a hangover, so I walked out of it, picked up a few handfuls of water by the door and splashed my face.

The bushes and flowers underfoot were cleared to create a clearing, and iron pots and firewood were set up. Ivan was busy in front of him, while the priests were studying the map with their hands in hand, and the other two sergeants were inspecting the vehicle.

Fan Ning looked further away again.

Judging from the openness of the peripheral vision, it seems that my resting position is at a relatively high place?

It seems a little different from the time when I slept in a mountain col?

Well, that's it.

Because they are not the same camp site.

A long time must have passed, and a lot of drowsy experiences have been crammed into it.

Fan Ning seems to have only a broad feeling about this, but it must have been at least more than a month.

Several times of rest and rotation, several times of rejuvenation, and several times of exhaustion again.

The only thing that impressed me more deeply was the feeling of the fishy and greasy meaty feeling that stuck to my esophagus when the nameless elixir refined from the "Sneaky Water" entered my throat, and seemed to be rooted in my flesh and blood, constantly splitting and spreading.

As far as the eye can see, there are rolling mountains, rivers and forests. Under the gloomy sky, they are still magnificent and lush, and still colorful, just like the outer edge of my field of vision has occupied more than 30% and can no longer be regarded as "afterglow". Flowing colors.

"The team member who had an accident a long time ago, seems to be named Boles? He was the one who progressed the fastest, and because of his lack of coping experience at the beginning, he did not sleep in time to replenish energy, which caused the mutation to worsen in advance."

"It does spread in the eye, just as the zone of aberration itself spreads in the world."

Fan Ning frowned and looked at the mountain scenery wrapped in soap bubbles.

As his eyes moved, the newly covered things began to collapse and melt, reorganized in the dark and chaotic curtain, and solidified into an unnatural collection of pixels, as if his observation consciousness could change or affect them. , but there is no correspondence that conforms to the rules.

And when the gaze continues to move, sending them beyond the border of color, they are once again restored to the form of the waking world - their "original" appearance with a creepy sense of strangeness.

"Eye? Vision? Lens?"

Fan Ning suddenly thought of something and took out the golden glowing mobile phone in his pocket. Fan Ning disguised it a little more perfunctorily than before.

"Huh? Didn't I turn off my phone before?" He found that the phone was in standby mode with 50% of the battery left.

After experiencing the "burning furnace" revelation of the Guidance School two years ago, Fan Ning discovered that the battery of the mobile phone can be fully charged in the "spark field" and is difficult to consume when not in use. However, after leaving the Northern Continent, there is no more convenient opportunity. Fan Ning will end each use as soon as possible, and usually still default to shutting down.

After entering the abnormal area, he vaguely remembered that he used it several times to confirm whether the Chinese in the mobile phone was distorted and whether the original time and date of the mobile phone were garbled. Both answers were no.

He felt a little strange about not shutting down the phone this time, but at the moment he was more concerned about another question:

Will taking pictures with a mobile phone in the abnormal area be different from seeing with the eyes?

"Why did I think of trying this question now?"

Fan Ning raised his hands, raised the mobile phone, pressed the shutter, and quickly opened the photo to check.

But in fact, he saw the abnormality in the lens in advance.

A completely mixed and collapsed pixel point.

Perhaps, the only thing that is related to what the naked eye sees is that the original undulating mountains and lake lines slightly divide the photo into two color bands with slightly different light and dark relationships. Apart from this, there is no identifiable characteristic color or line.

Fanning couldn't help but think of the street photo taken at the scene of the church air raid.

"The things that the secret believers added and settled with the bombs to serve as the secret atmosphere of the "Soul Crucible Ceremony" are the common components of the abnormal zone, such as soil?"

The only difference between the two in the photos is that one has only local pixel collapse, and the other has all collapsed.

One has only a small amount, and the other is so much that it is all over the world.

Fanning thought so, opened the album overview interface, and prepared to click on the previous street photo to compare and study it again.

"Hmm?"

His finger paused in the air.

Before the "abnormal zone scenery" photo just taken, there were more than ten similar photos with messed colors!

Where did these come from?

In the picture, the "light and dark boundary areas" of their mixed colors are almost the same.

Continuous shooting?

But I just pressed the shutter once?

A sense of uneasiness filled my heart, and at this moment, Fanning heard the shouts of the team members behind him:

"Lavoisier, it's time to eat."