Old-time musicians

Fanning, holding the guitar, stood still.

He lowered his head, his face stern, and stared at the group of notes he had written smoothly on the table for a long time.

Inspiration was still pouring out of his mind, like a floodgate opening!

The third movement is gentle and slightly like an adagio. It is about the dream of a child in heaven, full of pure and quiet philosophy, and also has uneasy and bizarre emotions lurking and flowing. It is very suitable to be written in the form of free variations.

The first theme, played affectionately by the cello, is solemn and slightly peaceful and sad, and has the characteristics of a lullaby.

The second theme, mainly presented by the double bass and oboe, has potential elements of the requiem genre.

The following four variations are peaceful, rigorous, and profound, touching the soul. The entire adagio, which may last up to 20 minutes, is a metaphor for the long ladder of self-purification and self-reflection of ordinary creatures before entering heaven, and the fading sound of strings and woodwind instruments at the end hints at the inspiration of the finale.

At the beginning, Fanning still followed the basic experience of composing, and did not dare to delay at all, constantly recording his inspiration to avoid missing it due to forgetfulness.

He succeeded, and the scale of the clock fully entered the stage of "35 hours".

But

"Just one night?"

"Ten hours?"

"Not only did I finish the first movement ahead of time, I also wrote the second and third movements in one go, without stopping to think about it, and I even had an idea for the finale?"

Fanning felt a chill all over his body, and his heartbeat increased his anxiety.

The faint sound of singing beside his ears had disappeared since I didn't know when.

The rich night began to fade from outside, and the light gradually penetrated through the black curtains and the holes in the building walls. The lighting effect of the lights was weakening, and the gloomy and dark parts of the camp were disintegrating and disappearing, while the soap film surrounding the outer edge of the field of vision was brighter and more gorgeous.

After the 35th hour at night, it was 0 o'clock.

In theory, time should have returned to its understandable form.

But Fanning couldn't understand why it was dawn outside at this time.

0 o'clock, bringing dawn?

What is more wrong, as if it is making mistakes again and again on the original mistakes, and it will never return.

But this short and precious time must be fully utilized as usual. Fanning quickly tuned the violin back to normal pitch, pulled the bowstring, and played the violin concerto of contemporary romantic master Schillings.

"What's going on?"

"The self-correction mechanism failed?"

After the first presentation of the theme, Fanning stopped playing.

Every time at dawn before, Fanning would use this method to temporarily return the abnormal area around him to normal and temporarily fade the color in his eyes, as an important help to stay awake.

But this time, the flowing soap film in his field of vision still occupied 30% of the boundary, and it continued to expand with a dangerous tendency that was not obvious enough.

Fanning realized that this time there was no crisp chirping sound in the outside world as before.

There was no bird singing, so there was no way to talk about "combing" and "purification".

"Could it be that after the night inexplicably reached the 'lost time' at 35 o'clock, the original time was pushed forward to an unknown wrong node, and even if the pointer returned to 0 o'clock, it was different from the previous 0 o'clock. Otherwise, how could it be dawn at this time? It is also possible that I waited for another four or five hours, until it was normal at 5 o'clock in the morning, and the birds would sing?"

"35 hours, 11 hours more than the previous 24 hours, a completely chaotic and irregular redundancy, 11 hours is wrong, 11 hours?"

Fanning, who was thinking quickly in his mind, suddenly felt as if he had grasped something.

Just at this moment, the curtain at the door of the barracks was "swish" opened.

The bright sunshine sprinkled on Fanning's face, and the watch on his wrist pointed to the time of 0:15.

The first to rush in was the one-armed Durk and the two sergeants Alpha and Andrew.

"Lavoisier, the concert competition is about to begin!"

"Hurry up, hurry up! There will be severe punishment for losing!!"

Durke looked anxious, and the two sergeants dragged Fanning out without saying anything.

"Competition? What competition?"

The two people's incomprehensible words made Fanning stunned for a moment, and his steps were not pulled for a while.

"Ah!!! Ho ho ho ho"

Suddenly, a heart-wrenching scream sounded outside!

Fanning could tell at first that it was the voice of Ivan, the young man.

But soon, the voice began to tremble and distort, turning into an inhuman howl, accompanied by some creepy "noise".

That sound was thicker than the "sizzle" sound of tearing paper, and crisper than the sound of crushing minced meat.

"What's going on? Monster attack!?"

Fanning finally ran out with a few people.

A bloody humanoid creature lay on the ground. It was obvious that he was trying hard to control himself from rolling over, but he was still shaking and wailing in unbearable pain. Scarlet liquid flowed everywhere through the cracks in the stones, and a pile of sticky rags was thrown a few meters away from him!

I didn't expect that nothing serious happened during the unknown "lost time", but an accident happened after dawn? Fanning looked around in fear, trying to find out what monster attacked Ivan, and used such a cruel attack method.

But he did not find any trace of monsters, and his spiritual sense did not feel any abnormal fluctuations or residual secret atmosphere.

Outside the barracks was a weedy yard. At first glance, there was not much difference from before. Just looking into the distance along the bright sunlight, the terrain seemed to have returned to a lower state, and there was a crooked, rotten stone road with no beginning.

What made Fanning even more confused and puzzled was that although the expressions of the other four team members were anxious and panic, they did not hold guns, nor did they call on invisible forces to try to find or attack potential enemies.

Two people had nothing in their hands, and the other two held the harmonica and trumpet they carried with them before entering the abnormal area.

"Lavoisier, why don't you take your violin!" Although Tukville did not take anything, he reminded Fanning anxiously.

"Why do you want to take the little——" Fanning said in confusion.

"No, it's my turn. The Skin Peeling Secret Sutra is going to compete." Andrew, with sweat all over his face, trembled all over and trotted all the way.

He came to a large and flat stone next to the rotten gravel road.

Then he stood on it.

Fanning noticed that there was a relatively small stone behind the big stone, on which was a shining laurel wreath.

"'Skin Peeling Secret Sutra'? Andrew? You come down first."

"Tell me clearly, what did you see?"

"What competition, who wants to compete with you? Describe what it is?"

Fanning frowned and asked questions one after another. He wanted to pull him back, but finally decided to walk over to check it out himself.

As soon as he took the second step, Andrew began to sing tremblingly:

"Our life in heaven is very different from that on earth"

The lieutenant's voice was indeed "good" at best. It was obvious that he only knew some "military songs" and had not received professional music training. Moreover, he was in such a panic state at this time, so it is conceivable how poor his pitch was.

"Swish--"

Andrew had only sung the fourth sentence when suddenly a strip of skin below the waist was peeled off directly from the clothes, and the muscles rolled out, all the way to his entire instep!