Old-time musicians

"At least it hasn't shown any harm yet, has it?"

Joan asked Fanning a little faster because her mind had no time to digest the huge amount of information.

"These instruments connected to the cabin by umbilical cords have never hindered our flight before. And now, I feel that I have gradually established some kind of deeper connection and induction with them. Since the road to the lighthouse is opened by that keyboard variation, why don't I try to control them to play variation 1, maybe it will be better than your control effect?"

At this time, the aria music in Fanning's head just came to a quiet end.

"Tatt-tatt-tatt-tatt-tatt-tatt-tatt"

The metallic bass jumped out of the flute's body inch by inch, and at the same time, there were bright and light sixteenth notes.

The flight speed suddenly rose a big step.

The lighthouse is approaching.

"Moreover, I do feel the gathering of the power of the secret history, and my control over the right of passage to the higher 'Gate of Dissimilarity'. It's very slow, but I feel that if I continue to absorb it like this, maybe one or two hours, maybe three or five hours, when this flute is completely transformed, it may become a real 'Star Track', my 'Paradox Antique'"

Fanning frowned while flying at high speed. He remembered Vincent's distrust and warning about the method of using the "Eighth Phase" secret history to build a climbing "scaffold" at the end of the log. He always felt an indescribable inappropriateness and uneasiness in his heart.

Under what circumstances, Vincent, as a person who may have the ability to be promoted to the Order, would rather choose to stay in the third level of the Profound Awakening than to rise higher?

However, all the Orders known since the new calendar, except for those who created their own keys like Poglerich, have adopted similar methods to achieve promotion.

With his profound knowledge of the duality, how could he prove that such an emotional diary without any evidence was not Vincent's extreme one-sided statement or his speech under abnormal mental state?

Fanning couldn't find a suitable way to make a statement.

"In short, we still have to hurry to the lighthouse." He could only remind him first.

"Naturally, it takes priority. We are on the way." Joan, holding the flute, did not object.

"Haha, too impatient, you are too impatient."

Suddenly, Mr. F's laughter appeared again like a ghost.

This time it was standard Hoffman language that both of them could understand. The voice was very close, as if it was coming from the face.

"You two are in such a hurry, what are you sure of? You think you are on the road or escaping, but how can you be sure that it is safe outside and dangerous here, and how can you be sure that people's destination must be in the world, not in the heaven here?"

The distorted soap bubbles flowing in the field of vision actually vaguely showed the lines of human features, and Mr. F's face was vaguely visible in the flashing and changing colors!

This person actually appeared in their eyes!

"Ignore him."

Fan Ning was a little anxious, but seeing Joan frowning, thinking and wanting to argue, he hurriedly reminded her.

This person's means are very high and his performance is very strange, but nine out of ten are under some kind of restrictions, otherwise, he could have taken more coercive measures instead of going back and forth with him like this.

"People are not born knowing where they are going. You think you shouldn't stay here, you think you should go back, but the outside world is just a transit station, a defective product that is about to collapse. You used to call yourself a passer-by before coming to this old industrial world, why do you suddenly feel a sense of belonging now?"

"Going out doesn't mean anything, you still want to come back, you will always come back, haha, look at them, they all know that heaven is the best destination, they are ready to transform and change, but you don't really think clearly"

""

The cold wind whistled, and the two of them responded in silence, and the distance from the lighthouse was still rapidly closing.

"Bang!!"

In front of the lighthouse, a very awkward heavy fall fell.

Ice, snow and mud flew in the field of vision formed by the soap film. Fanning took a breath in pain, and the light and shadow of Joan's body swayed, like an unstable electric current.

He began to realize that his and Joan's control over the invisible force seemed to have become dull, or rather, their corresponding phases themselves became distorted and malfunctioned.

Joan's figure flew into the cracked stone door of the base, and Fanning quickly climbed up and followed, regardless of the pain of his whole body falling apart.

The soles of his shoes felt like sticky thick slurry.

The moment he entered the lobby, the whole building began to shake violently again.

After climbing the escalator and turning into the corridor on the second floor, everything was spinning, and the colors in the vision became thick, overflowing from the plane where the eyes were located, and clusters of them squirmed in the surrounding space.

"You performed the Goldberg Variations well, haha, but I also came into contact with this work when I was ten years old."

The "Moonlit Night on the Dnieper" hanging on both sides of the corridor was covered with distorted soap films, and Mr. F's facial features were looming in it.

This person still chased after me!

"Go forward, please go forward with all your strength."

The faces of countless Mr. Fs in the canvas are constantly distorted, with their eyeballs swelling like watermelons, and their noses and lips being squeezed into a thin arc.

Fanning felt that his body was becoming uncontrollable, and was carried by the colorful thick paste around him, staggering to the end of the corridor - of course, his consciousness was originally scattered, not enough to support his body to make more inclined movements.

"Remembering more fragments and details may help the next cognitive recovery if there is a next time"

He raised the score in his right hand with difficulty, calling up the last controllable part of his spirituality.

Knead and rub it hard!

The skins of the end, which contained fragments of the first three movements of the "Fourth Symphony", fluttered around him, forming a circle of rainbow-colored cyclones, and then surged to the position of Joan beside him. Her figure was tumbling in the excessive colors and was almost invisible.

After searching for a few seconds, he found that the other party made a slight nod.

The next moment, Fanning was "led" to the front of the painting with "D minor clef" painted on it at the end of the corridor like a puppet.

He did not feel that he had reached out or touched, but there was still a hand covered with colorful contrasting colors reaching up.

"Swish--"

The painting's cloth was smashed open.

There was still a big ":)" inside

As expected!

"Hehe, haha." Feeling the anger everywhere around him, Fan Ning laughed awkwardly a few times.

Although he was able to control his body after being caught up, the other party was tricked again!