Old-time musicians

Chapter 556 Unknown Caller

Fanning thought of the experiences along the way and the current strange situation. He tried to deny the dangerous and incomprehensible words of the children by looking around, shaking his head and laughing.

But in the process, he vaguely saw the full warehouse of grain, piled vegetables, berries in barrels and cattle and sheep resting on the ground through the flickering lights in the village, which prevented him from denying it immediately.

It was not until the last sentence, "A world where everyone is born equal is heaven," that he seized the opportunity to ask back:

"Equality? Here? What is equal?"

"Of course." Rodeli beside him nodded seriously, "Everyone who enters heaven, after being completely integrated here, can choose one of the seven divisions of labor to become a new self, musician, blacksmith, soldier, hermit, sower, childbearer and fortune teller. Well, seven, just division of labor, we are all equal to each other"

"You will choose musician, right? This part of us, influenced by you, are all musicians."

"Our voices will not be borrowed, which is very convenient."

"Get out of the way." Fanning finally stopped the conversation between these insane people and decided to continue the investigation on his own.

If he delays any longer, I'm afraid the next "villager" will be himself.

"Bang!"

After Fanning pushed away the shoulders of several layers of villagers with his hands, he accidentally bumped into the wooden wall at the corner of a small wooden house.

Maybe it was because the vision was too dim, and Fanning thought that these people had not shown any malice, and even had some intersections with him, so he did not call on the invisible force that might cause harm.

"Be careful, you bumped into some hermit friends." Rodeli supported him with concern.

"What hermit?" Fanning rubbed his waist, and did not stop his steps forward, but asked subconsciously.

"The seven divisions of labor just mentioned." The girl replied, "When you integrate into the kingdom of heaven, if you take it as a default and do not make a choice, you will be a hermit."

"" Fanning did not respond again, and his pace quickened a bit. His figure moved in the narrow road, carefully looking at the wooden houses that kept passing by on both sides.

The bubbles in the moonlight field of vision did not seem to be as rampant as before, but when his eyes focused on those bean-like lights, they immediately showed more dangerous colors and fluidity.

After walking a few corners, there were fewer "villagers" following behind him, and he seemed to have come to an open place in front of him.

Moreover, it was a depression.

Because the terrain is low, the area in front has been flooded with sea water or lake water, forming a large reflective water surface under the moonlight.

The water surface is already quite high, and the cabins are all submerged in it, but from their higher windows or the parts with second floors, sporadic orange lights can still be seen, the latter reflected on the water surface, forming a series of floating red halos.

This strange scene made Fanning stop and watch.

It was very dislocated, on the one hand too "surreal", on the other hand very familiar, as if I had seen it somewhere, and not long ago.

"The front is the back room." Seeing Fanning stop, Lodeli took the initiative again.

Back Room Fanning instantly understood the source of the sense of déjà vu.

"What is the back room used for?" he asked.

"A warehouse for storage. It's easy to get lost here. If you need to take it, you need to find someone familiar to lead the way."

"What to store? What to take?"

"Musical instruments, there are all kinds of musical instruments in here."

Musical instruments? Fanning frowned and looked at the flooded houses.

Perhaps, the bottom of the cylindrical pool of water in the "cracking field" before was connected to a certain part of the "back room" in front of him. Of course, it was not a certain part on the surface, but a certain time and space position in the intricate interior.

Suddenly, Fanning's eyes stopped at a slightly higher point in the depression pond.

The black wrought iron pattern fence only emerged from the water a few centimeters above, and a white marble base was placed in the middle, with some words vaguely engraved on it, but it was impossible to determine because it was not facing him. The base extended upward in a slender isosceles trapezoid, like an upright sword.

"Tombstone?"

Fanning's heart moved, and he remembered the words "the tombstone is in front of the lighthouse" or "the lighthouse is in front of the tombstone". He took a step without hesitation and prepared to approach and take a closer look.

"Mr. Fanning!"

"It's really easy to get lost in here!"

Lodeli was eager to stop him, but the next moment, the water surface had already submerged Fanning's leather shoes.

Fanning felt that the sound of the "White Mass" became more solid and louder.

The source of these sounds seemed to come from the "little cabin soaked in water" beside him, but he did not spy on the windows and door cracks with lights.

His goal was just to find out what was written on the tombstone and where the lighthouse was.

The cold and sticky feeling soaked Fanning's toes, then ankles, calves, and knees.

The water surface was cut into circles of lines, and the distance of the tombstone was approaching him.

"Ding ding dong dong ding ding dong dong--"

The sudden ringing of the mobile phone and the vibration from between the buttocks made Fanning, who was wading in the water, stand still in place!

It was different from the "start-up shock" he received after charging his mobile phone in the "Spark Field" of the Guidance School headquarters for the first time, and it was also different from the voice call sound of WeChat in the dream of returning to Blue Star.

This time it was a real incoming call ring!

After standing still in the water for a few seconds, Fanning slowly reached into his pocket.

The phone in the other world had no signal as usual, but there was indeed an incoming call.

"Unknown incoming call"

"Unknown area"

"Unknown number"

B-105 abnormal zone, lost time, strange village, wooden houses soaked in water, and myself wading in the water.

Fan Ning stared at the three phrases starting with "unknown" on the screen and stood there for a longer time.

Finally, he touched the green "answer" area with his finger.

"Hello?"

The habitual answering words in the previous life were still there, but the voice was low, cautious, and full of temptation.

Fan Ning held several different psychological expectations, including some terrifying, chaotic, and beyond the range of rational acceptance of sound expectations, and also had the guess whether he would hear his father's voice, whether it was Vincent in this life or Fan Chenxun in the previous life.

It would be great if we could get in touch! !

"Hello."

There was actually a response on the other end of the phone!

It was actually hello?

Real Chinese, but not the voice of Vincent or Fan Chenxun in memory.

Fan Ning also felt familiar with this voice.

He felt like he had heard it before in this life, but he couldn't really remember who it was. More importantly, no one could speak Chinese before!

"Hello, who are you?"

Fan Ning's response was still low with the phone next to his ear.

The other end of the phone laughed twice.

"Carole Fan Ning, right? It seems that you have forgotten my voice?"

The syllables of this sentence were longer than the previous "Hello", and Fan Ning heard more details.

Overall, the other party's pronunciation was standard and pure, but not "authentic" enough, not "full of pronunciation".

Fan Ning was not a professional broadcaster and host, so he couldn't point out any specific mistakes, but some details of punctuation or pronunciation made him feel that the other party was just a "foreigner who is very proficient in the text" and Chinese was definitely not his mother tongue.

"So what? Your name?"

Fan Ning was still asking.

The other end of the phone reported a transliterated Chinese version of the name, and every word that popped out made Fan Ning's eyes more solemn.

"F. Alexander Nikolaevich Scriabin."

"Oh, the name is a bit long, I suggest you just call me F."