Old-time musicians

Joan next to Fanning was about to show an expression of "Do you think we are fools?", but Mr. F on the opposite side continued with a smile:

"Just a joke."

"You definitely don't want to come here right now. If you want to go inside the lighthouse, then go ahead. There is an idiom in the East called 'there is a long time to come'. We will have many opportunities to deal with each other in the future. Next time, you will have the opportunity to come here again."

"From your expression, you don't seem to believe it. This is a common problem of ignorance. Haha Fanning, if you want to upgrade to 'New Moon' or even higher in the future, you must change this common problem. You always think that leaving means that things have come to an end, and my absence means that the pioneers will no longer watch, but you must know that the end of things is more personal than the way of life, and the invisible force is more than the visible. Great"

"The changes that the Abnormal Zone brings to you will be completely different and will completely affect your life. You have been here, you have seen the 'X coordinate', and I have communicated with you. That's enough, haha"

Fanning did not continue to debate with Mr. F on these incomprehensible principles. He slowly spit out a long string of white mist, and finally turned his head to look up again:

"I didn't expect that you would put such a layer of ghost things on the outside of this lighthouse in the end."

At least, judging from the two people's back-hand arrangement and confrontation, Vincent lost the last round.

Vincent's side used the characteristics of the 11 lost times in the B-105 area to design 11 music series fragments, and used the "DSCH" works that Mr. F could not master as the passage to the real lighthouse.

This move did prevent Mr. F from tracking Fanning when he entered the 31st time.

But Mr. F had instigated Vien, who was living in the South, to the Abnormal Zone 40 years ago, and then used his replica to make some arrangements to seal the outer perimeter of the B-105 lighthouse!

The other party can't come, but we can't get in!

"Actually, I don't quite understand how you use this to seal the lighthouse? Vien's apostolic mission is to draw the "Endless Fugue" signpost to my father, and then transfer it to me. These two seem to be two different things."

Fanning frowned, he was sure that there should be some connection between the two-Vincent's last log suddenly became emotional because he realized this.

"So is it safe inside?" Joan asked in a low voice.

"There should be no problem in the lighthouse. It is undoubtedly a shelter. The problem is that we can't get in now." Fanning stared at the slimy fleshy barriers, his mind was working fast.

For some reason, after looking at it for a long time, he felt a sense of déjà vu in his heart, as if he had seen this kind of thing somewhere.

Where had he seen it before?

"Did you listen to what I said just now? You have to listen carefully!!"

"Where can't you get in?"

On the other side of the cliff, Mr. F's tone rose a little, as if he was dissatisfied with Fanning's judgment and cognition.

"It's true that the lighthouse is locked, but isn't the key embryo in your hands?"

"Go ahead, if you want to go and have a look, go ahead. Anyway, there's nothing new. You have one 'pool' and one 'key'. Who will make the key and who will hold the key? Just divide the work casually. Haha, the raw materials seem to be a little insufficient. I'll send you some more."

As soon as these words fell, a fine metal trembling sound came from the air.

At first, it was sporadic and thin, but later the density increased sharply.

Ominous chromatic fragments sounded from the sound holes of musical instruments all over the mountains. Mysterious chord progressions, chaotic alternating rhythms, stubborn third intervals, tremolos and repeated sounds that emerged from various parts like ghosts. Every measure of this music exuded evil spirits, making people feel that they were anxiously waiting for something terrible to come.

This is Scriabin's Piano Sonata No. 9, "Black Mass"!

The outer edge of the metallic sound was sticky and dull, as if it came from a piano wrapped in flesh and blood.

And below, the facial features of the people climbing like beans changed rapidly, from the original six or seven types to two fixed types: Fanning and Joan!

They took out the snow bells and shook them, and "Joan" was holding the purple and red flute "Star Track" in her hand.

Each Joan held in her hand, and could pull out the umbilical cord and musical instrument from the surrounding surface and cabins.

Some of them were talking to each other, sometimes standing still and arguing.

It seemed to be a replica of Vien, and it also seemed to be two people climbing in another period of time and space!

"They are all affected," Joan frowned as she looked at the strange scene below.

"It's 'us,' right?" Fanning corrected.

"No, only 'us' is 'us'." Joan emphasized.

"If 'they' are not 'us', then where did your flute come from?"

"The man on the opposite side used my absorption method to try to let these replicas also steal the raw materials of the instrument."

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The conversation seemed to fall into a meaningless repetition, until a new change appeared on Joan's body and it was interrupted.

With a few "hissing" sounds, the girl's head, shoulders, arms, waist and other parts suddenly cracked, and several slippery purple vertical pupils and one-eyed snakes drilled out from them, and half of her face was instantly covered with a layer of shell scales!

"You--" Before Fanning could say anything, Joan had already thrown the rope to the standing rock above and grabbed Fanning's arm.

"Time is running out, don't worry about these people anymore, let's go, keep going up."

The collision of snow bells continued, and the surrounding scenery moved around. After Fan Ning was dazzled for a while, she felt that her subsequent changes had temporarily disappeared.

"Did you notice what Mr. F said just now?" he asked calmly.

"Which sentence?" Qiong's tone was still calm. Her clothes seemed to be torn into strips in the wind and snow, and then turned into clusters of colorful tentacles with complicated patterns.

"Who will make the key, and who will hold the key, just divide the work." Fan Ning repeated indifferently, "This person can't pollute the lighthouse, otherwise he wouldn't go to great lengths to pollute Vienne. He came to set up these blocking seals outside. However, he seemed to need something inside and needed to borrow our hands to get it, so he arranged these seals to be able to be opened by the 'star track', allowing us to enter. ”

"There is no problem with the shelter. Keys and locks are also effective. Then the problem can only lie in the process of key formation. The musical instruments absorbed by 'Star Track' have no other choice in the abnormal area. They can only divide these villagers into "I'm not arguing with you about which instrument is normal, I mean, in the abnormal zone, that variable is controlled by him, not us."

"I know what you said." Qiong's legs alternately curled up and straightened, and she crossed a nearly vertical rock and stood in a small flat space. "I feel that the 'star track' is about to be absorbed and formed. I felt that there was a dangerous and fascinating ancient being in the sky who gradually focused his attention on us. It was the same as the feeling when I first saw the 'Truth Serpent' in the underground secret door. The current process is to chase him. In the process of racing, maybe a long time ago, I could choose not to set foot on this track, but now, I can only run forward, maybe I am chasing the true knowledge, maybe He is chasing me, or both.”

"There are just two possible outcomes. I was promoted smoothly and we left together; the process of my promotion was infected by 'worm science', Mr. F took the opportunity to control me, and finally I was left here. If it is the latter, there are two more possibilities. , you escaped from me and hid in the lighthouse; or you didn’t escape and were taken here with me.”

"The list can be completed by arranging and combining them step by step, so what?" She tugged her hair and smiled lightly, "With your strength and your current state, do you want to change other ways of trying? The wounds on your spirit body are not It does not correspond to the right of passage of the 'Gate of Disproportionation', and your sanity cannot bear the knowledge you have absorbed."

"I can only lead the experiment, and I can only make the key. Of course, this is also my own pursuit of true knowledge. Face the risks directly, and everything will pay for itself."

When Fan Ning heard this, an intriguing smile appeared on his face:

"Qiong, you should know my usual style, my usual style when faced with 'arranged choices'. I'm not talking about you, but those dangerous people who are 'easy to arrange' -"

He pointed his finger towards the void behind him, and then slowly retracted it: "I am very patient during rehearsals, but sometimes I like to flip the table if I don't agree with you. For example, you were the same during the Santa Ramburg subway incident. Participated in the whole process”

"What do you want to say?" Qiong was stunned for a moment, and the scenes in the rehearsal hall of many moments appeared in her mind, and then the "disaster" appeared after the train wreckage, when the Special Inspection Office and the Bologna School forced Fan Ning to Screen for making choices.

"Can you do me a favor?" Fan Ning smiled.

"Help?" The girl held the rope in one hand and the flute in the other, frowning as she waited for him to continue.

But the next moment she heard just a crisp cracking sound, like a glass bottle being broken——

Bang bang! !

Fan Ning slammed the phone to the ground!

The glass shards of the screen flew away. This "paradox antique" seemed to have an extraordinary density and weight, directly penetrating the ground into a bottomless black hole as wide as the mouth of a bowl!

"Caron, what are you doing!?"

"What kind of help do you want to do? I haven't even promised you yet!!"

Joan, who didn't react for a moment, was shocked. She didn't expect that Fan Ning didn't continue to explain the content, let alone ask for her consent, and directly made a decision!

And judging from the current situation, it looks like a decision that cannot be "undone" at all!

"Big historical projection!?" This ethereal voice came from the far side of the mountain range.

Compared with the laziness or narcissism in the previous conversation, Mr. F's tone this time was equally astonished, and you can even predict the dumbfounded expression on his face!

"You actually got such a thing?"

"How could you contain such a thing?"

“It’s not like I haven’t seen a fragment of the score, but it’s only one symphony that got number three!?!?”

He asks one question after another amid the dirge-like horn blasts in D minor of the "Awakening Poem."

Huh-huh-! !

The hot wind with the breath of midsummer and the biting cold wind hit our faces together, like pushing open a door with a fireplace on a snowy night!

The smell of grass, fruit, saltiness of the sea breeze, the burning sensation of the scorching sun, and the hoarse calls of waterfowl in the summer breeze.

Silhouettes of various flowers, leaves, people and animals

"Are you ignorant?"

This time, it was Fan Ningyun's turn to laugh lightly.

"I have long said that when I hear this song, I feel like I am visiting the southern country."

boom! ! ——

The next moment, under Qiong's dizzy gaze, with the hole made by the mobile phone as the center, a pink beam of light rose from the ground and rushed into the sky within a range of about one meter in diameter!