Old-time musicians

Chapter 562)

"The metaphors of 'sunset and moonrise' are becoming more and more numerous?"

Fan Ning stared at the blurred figure of Mr. F in front of him, and finally followed him.

Of course, a certain distance was maintained with great care.

Fan Ning had no way of knowing whether Mr. F's frown just now was because "Moonlight Over the Dnieper" was everywhere or because he found something else wrong, but he intuitively felt that "Mr. F found something wrong" might mean something to him. Favorable.

This person has an absolute advantage in strength. Now he has left himself behind indifferently. He has obviously taken control of the situation and does not need to keep an eye on him to do what he wants.

Unless the actual situation changes compared to his expectations, there will be a slight chance and variable in the next potential battle.

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"Rumble, rumble—"

The earthquake here became more violent, and large chunks of snow and icicles shattered on the ground.

At the end of the corridor, Mr. F was already standing there with his back to Fan Ning, looking up at a huge picture frame.

"Boom!!!" "Wow!!!"

Boulders and solid ice were falling densely all around, and some corridor walls had even cracked and disintegrated, revealing the turbid gray-blue sky outside, with howling and crackling snowstorms pouring in.

In such a field of vision that was blocked and affected by excessive colors, Fan Ning, who was following closely, also looked at the frame.

Its linen is painted into a uniform dark brown background, with symbols painted in the middle using pigments such as zinc white.

Five thin lines, treble clef, a b flat on the third line, no notes, nothing else.

The sharp look in Fan Ning's eyes flashed away.

D minor!

The rumored tonality of “God’s Theme”!

But what about the notes, what about the motive, what about the melody?

Mr. F did not turn his head, but suddenly laughed:

"You seem to want to know what the theme is like, such as what the first pitch and duration are at the beginning."

Nonsense Fan Ning blurted out in his heart, but did not take any further steps.

He just knows that the "God's Theme" is the key to solving the contamination of the wreckage of the "old days" and completely mastering its power, and that in the rumors of the Holy Sun Church, there may also be clues to the "Key No. 0"

Both of these are important, but neither of them is a reason to rush in and hit the stone with an egg.

"At present, the safety of the lighthouse is still reliable. The external road relies on the "sound column fragments" for passage. I have left an insurance measure for it to prevent the infiltration of dangerous elements."

And Fanning remembered that Vincent mentioned this in the memo.

He has yet to discover what this so-called "insurance measure" is. Moreover, the chronological order of the memo is confusing and the content is not fully loaded. He is not sure whether any later information will replace or overturn this information.

But he always felt that judging from the backhand his father had left along the way, Mr. F should not be allowed to succeed so easily.

Similarly, judging from Mr. F's "apostle" layout across the continent, he also felt that Mr. F's method of dealing with him would not be limited to such a simple tracking and robbery.

"Clang!!!"

The entire tunnel structure at this end of the corridor almost completely collapsed. Under the temporary support of the invisible power of Fan Ning's "key" phase, the nearby area was barely maintained in a state like a broken sack.

Fan Ning was watching the front, while Mr. F never looked back. He just continued the previous "self-discussion" style: "Oh, actually you should know what this theme is. This is not the point. The point is that Vincent is hiding in The full manuscript of 'God's Theme' in the lighthouse comes from the author's manuscript, that 'father''s manuscript."

"Father"! ?

Shouldn't you know?

The key words in these two sentences caused an uproar in Fan Ning's heart. Before he had time to digest the meaning, he saw Mr. F stretch out his right hand and directly dig into the painting!

"Crack!"

Star-shaped tears opened in the linen, and Mr. F threw the torn pieces aside.

"Cunning element!!"

The man suddenly sneered.

Fan Ning, who was struggling to delay the progress of the collapse, opened his eyes wide and looked forward.

Inside the torn canvas was another canvas, with two familiar punctuation marks painted on it with white paint, a colon and a bracket——

:)

Fake?

Fan Ning was stunned.

Is the "god theme" that Vincent hides here fake? Or is the entire "Lighthouse" completely fake?

Then why are you holding up the bricks and stones? Just leave a place where they won't be buried.

Fan Ning, whose spirituality was on the verge of collapse, restrained his invisible power in an instant. He originally wanted to leave himself an inch square, but he overestimated his condition and restrained himself too quickly. A strong dizziness hit him and he could no longer support his body. .

"boom!--"

The entire "art museum" collapsed completely. In the end, Fan Ning only watched Mr. F turning his head and walking towards him, and watching the countless "Moonlight Night on the Dnieper River" on both sides being buried by quicksand and stones.

The next moment, a piece of ice as big as a hill hit him directly in the face.

Fan Ning instinctively stretched out his hands to block it.

"Wow--"

It didn't block anything, but in a daze, the ice cubes seemed to melt into cold water.

Fan Ning wiped his face and shook his hands, opened his eyes, but couldn't see anything clearly for a while.

The physical sensation of a certain process just now was infinitely stretched, and a lot of drowsy experiences were stuffed in, so that it seemed like a long time had passed, and only a strange discomfort was left, repeatedly magnified and emphasized.

"Lavoisier, you're awake."

"Unfortunately, we didn't find any food to eat today."

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

"Oh, let's try again tomorrow."

Fanning responded by rubbing his forehead with his hand, and blurry double images began to appear in front of his eyes, and gradually returned to their place.

Maybe this is a stalactite cave or rock cave full of rugged rocks, maybe.

The time in the abnormal area was too long, and the number of sleeps and the number of "stealth water" elixirs taken were too many.

Fanning's eyes were full of brilliance. When he concentrated on recognizing something, their contrast would be a little lighter, and when his mind was slightly relaxed, they would become unusually active and magnificent.

He felt that he had been highly atrophied.

It's not that the molecules and atoms that make up the body have become tighter and denser, but a kind of mixing and fusion. They seem to have been squeezed into tiny universes, constantly emitting hot and unbearable light. Once you look closely at a certain light, they will merge from many into one, but other lights that you don't pay attention to will gradually form flowers that proliferate and decompose.

Fanning scratched the back of his hand vigorously, and shook his head vigorously one after another.

Finally, he began to observe the surroundings despite the discomfort.

This is indeed a rock cave with pits and pots, half open, and thick clouds and weak sunlight can be vaguely seen in the gap in the distance.

There is an iron pot and firewood on the slightly flat open space next to it, but there is nothing to cook. The faces of the six team members are very familiar, and most of them look dazed. They sit on the ground in severely worn clothes.

Six?

Fanning's eyes fell on someone, revealing a puzzled expression that lasted for a long time.

A girl leaned against the wall, hugged her knees, propped her chin up, and looked at herself with concern.

Her hair styled like a student, her aqua dress, her smooth and delicate calves, and the silver flute on her waist were like two worlds stitched together compared to herself and other members who were equally sloppy and almost looked like wild people.

"You seem to be in pain?" Joan asked.