Old-time musicians

Veen's record of this "surgical eye surgery" went beyond the scope of information Fanning had previously had.

It was neither the cataract surgery he performed with the help of Master Tarakani when he was young, nor his experience of seeking medical treatment in the Southern Continent when he was middle-aged.

Ms. Hamilton recorded the reason for the operation as "accidental injury, cutlery piercing both eyeballs."

There was also an assistant's signature next to it, and it seemed that he was seriously injured.

…What kind of accident could cause a grown man to stab his eyes out with cutlery? Fan Ning found this matter difficult to understand.

Being attacked? Injured by accident? Careless mistake? …None of this seems like something that could happen to an old organist.

"The only possibility that is slightly more likely is that he took the initiative on his own initiative?" The three people under the light bulb looked at each other, and they all read this conjecture on each other's faces.

Puncturing both eyes and eyeballs, it sounds like even Fan Ning's medical skills in his previous life may not be preserved.

It is estimated that the purpose of Ms. Hamilton's surgery was mainly to prevent infection. Even the so-called "eyeball surgery" was an "eyeball removal surgery."

The file review continued, and medical records related to Wei En were discovered one after another.

"...It's still 883, the same year as the surgery record. The month and day can't be seen clearly... This time it's a psychological consultation, but this one is very strange. Look at the record in the patient's self-report column." Fan Ning called to the two of them in a low voice. Come and see.

The records on the yellowed paper are not complete sentences or paragraphs. The handwriting is bright red, very sloppy, and occasionally obscured by mildew.

What is presented to the public is only a fragmented collection of some phrases, which have been repeatedly modified. There are also some typos, repeated words or nervous punctuation marks. It seems that even this recorder has been influenced by the narrator:

"White, gray-brown...dry...exhausted??? Squeezed...weightless..."

"Blue (crossed out) green █...whirlpool...feeling of nesting? (crossed out) excessive blood loss (crossed out) (crossed out) tinnitus..."

"Yellow orange... lemon... it hurts! It hurts, it hurts, it hurts."

"██feeling of being eaten? (crossed out) red...burning, pins and needles, vomiting"

"(cross out) color... goosebumps... filth!!"

"Related to green...there is the sound of █! Geometry, splitting...squirming...(revised and crossed out many times)"

"Purple? Black?...crowded, crowded, suffocating, █████ (yin red handwriting draws a clown-like smiling face)"

Even the signature has turned into an illegible "one stroke" scrawled handwriting, giving the impression that the author did not want to write any more for a second. However, Fan Ning prejudged it and found that it barely matched the initials of the female doctor's name.

After everyone watched it for about ten seconds, they felt that they were going crazy.

Fan Ning quickly closed the booklet where this account page was located.

After waiting for a long time, he analyzed: "Although it is a mess, if I just look for commonalities, there are a lot of colors, and most of the others are adjectives, and they are negative adjectives..."

"How can you tell this?" Qiong asked curiously.

"Of course you can see colors with your eyes. How can you see if you're blind?" Fan Ning explained.

"So intuitively pieced together and analyzed..." Qiong held the hem of her skirt as if thinking, "...it seems like she pierced her eyes with tableware because she couldn't stand the negative experience brought by various colors?"

An inexplicable conclusion.

But Fan Ning vaguely felt that this could be used to explain some of his previous doubts.

Why did Vienne keep secret about the progress of the treatment of his eye disease after returning from seeking medical treatment in the Southern Continent? He was neither happy nor complaining. However, in the eyes of outsiders, the old organist still behaved like a blind man.

To be able to distinguish so many colors and shapes, his eyesight must have recovered well... and then he stabbed himself blind again? Because I was blind before, after being blinded, my daily behavior did not cause excessive surprise to those around me.

"There must be something wrong with his so-called treatment in the Southern Continent," Qiong said.

"There is a possibility, but it is not the only one." Fan Ning continued to sort out the timeline, "Note that after he settled at the original site of the Turner Art Museum in 871, he began to show symptoms of so-called glaucoma and returned from treatment. It was only 876 years ago...and the time of these files is already another 7 years later. I think this is some kind of unknown, long-term, and gradually deteriorating process..."

After reading the medical records of patients outside the hospital, several people turned their attention back to the files of the poor in the workhouse.

After all, there were only a small number of poor people's files with Ms. Hamilton's medical records. Regardless of whether they were available or not, the three of them went through each file in detail in order to find anything special, which took a lot of time.

"Do you think there's anything worth noting?" About an hour later, Fan Ning looked up.

"Yes." The two little girls said at the same time, and then Sheeran said, "There is a question mark on part of me."

"I also have a lot of question marks here."

They were referring to the "discharge records" at the bottom of the poor people's files.

Before that, Fan Ning and the others had seen three filling situations: either the specific time was filled in, or the time of death was filled in, or there were also blank files - file management cannot be so precise.

But in the large file box where Ms. Hamilton was found, they also found a fourth way of filling in this column, which was a lot of question marks, blood-red question marks.

The admission years of these poor people's files should have been specially integrated according to time tags, and the span was exactly 881-890. After sorting out the distribution, it was found that the discharge time column had a blood-red question mark, and the admission concentration time Stay back.

Relatively speaking, it comes later.

Judging from the incomplete and rough statistics based on everyone's memory, there was only one person who was admitted to the hospital in 1884, and the time of discharge was marked with a blood-red question mark; four people in 885; dozens of people in 886; and in 887 and 888, it reached At the top, although there were not a single number of people, there were definitely hundreds of people.

Later, the poor people who were admitted to the hospital in 889 and 890 never saw this blood-red question mark again. The way they filled in their discharge time returned to the normal three situations, and the handwriting of their medical status seemed to have changed.

"The years 887 and 888 happened to be the transitional period between Vienne's death and the new hospital before it was built. During this period, the poor who were admitted not only still received medical services from Ms. Hamilton, but also after the hospital was put into use at the end of 888, They also overlap with the hospital’s patient population.”

This conclusion is based on a common-sense assumption: when the medical system was first separated from the workhouse, the first batch of medical recipients would not be deliberately disrupted and staggered.

So what kind of changes did this group of people experience in the subsequent hospitals?

If it is death, why not just fill in the time of death, even just to the month?

Looking at the blood-red question marks that should have been left by Ms. Hamilton, and recalling the insane consultation record, Fan Ning suddenly felt an ominous premonition in his heart.

The car was driving bumpily on the dark country road.

"Caron, there's no need to rehearse tomorrow...ah! This road is too dilapidated!"

Sheeran was pushed to the side, and Qiong rested on her legs, lying flat on the back seat, looking at the roof of the car, sighing sleepily, and occasionally screaming because she was thrown up.

"Tomorrow is Monday, why don't we need to rehearse?" Fan Ning looked forward and asked calmly.

"...Can we arrive later?" Qiong continued to ask weakly.

"I suggest you come on at the same time as me, at 7:45." Fan Ning slowly turned the steering wheel, "The opening ceremony of the Summer Arts Festival is on August 16th. We will perform on the 21st, but we will rush to the Imperial Capital on the 15th to find time every day. Rehearse, familiarize yourself with the venue in advance... Calculate how many days are left? It's less than three weeks, why don't you hurry up..."

"Seven forty-five?... Oh my god." Fan Ning's next words were selectively ignored by Joan, "Carolen, now everyone sees me as the 'principal flute in the premiere of Professor Fan Ning's Symphony' with too much baggage. It makes me afraid to sleep in in the morning..."

She pouted when she said this: "It's almost early in the morning and we haven't entered the city yet. After you send us back to Nelenia District, you have to go back to East Mecklen District..."

"We're not far from the city. I'll send you home to sleep within an hour." Fan Ning said, "There's still something to gain, and it's also a relief, isn't it?"

Joan said "Yeah" in agreement: "The gain of misplacement is also a gain. Although we did not find the 'Vaznai Town', we heard the curious rumors of the 'Ghost Train'. Although we did not find anything wrong with the pigment factory, we We unexpectedly picked up the clues that had been broken when we traced the address of the Turner Museum of Art..."

As she spoke, she yawned again and again: "...This shows that the various mysterious events that people experience are often inexplicably connected."

"I've had this thought recently." Fan Ning turned to look at her, "Let's not talk about some subsequent connections, let's just look at the very beginning - the time and content of our knowledge of the door and key remain unchanged. There is a strange synchronicity, although the two of us are in completely different situations. One is searching for case files from the church, and the other is searching for his own memory..."

"Looking at the decision to travel this weekend, of course there is the factor of 'a place that does not exist' in your memory, but it is also because we accidentally learned about the Langevni brand of paint from the group of painters in the 'Salon of Losers'... We happened to catch up with the painting burning incident at Prudence Auction House that day, and it was also because we talked about the blending school from the hidden knowledge of the door and key, thought of the relationship between perfumers, and decided to set out to investigate..."

"I was investigating a lot of things. I thought I had lost the clue, so I focused my attention on another thing, but it ended up going around and around again... Just to make a joke, I was worried that we would open the door again today. Before returning home, I encountered some other strange things, such as encountering a 'ghost train' that derailed..." Fan Ning laughed at this point.

"Tell me, is this a common phenomenon in the mysterious field, or are we encountering some special circumstances?"

This progressive order in Fan Ning's words shows that he actually has some suspicion of conspiracy theories.

"I think it's the former." Joan, who was lying in the back seat, had slowly closed her eyes and said so.

"Oh? Why?" Fan Ning asked.

"I once saw a very serious statement in some occult literature. The author used a so-called psychological term and called it the occult version of the 'Law of Attraction'... Later I found out interestingly that it may be the same as Because of the exchange with Purple Bean Cake, there seems to be a term with a similar meaning in my memory, but its title is a bit more advanced, called: 'Secret History Law of Entanglement'."

"The law of entanglement in the secret history?" Fan Ning became interested, "This sounds like a law about the secret history. What does it have to do with us?"

"Secret history is the secret past that is unknown or rarely known. It can be regarded as a special case of history, or a special case of hidden knowledge. The secret history of high status must be related to the origin and mystery of the Lord of Witness... However, I think that the various mysterious events experienced by our knowledgeable people are actually barely consistent with the 'secret past' that is 'little known'. Since its ins and outs have been settled in the long river of history, it may not be a low-level one. Secret History…”

"I found that although you have a lot of common sense and mysterious knowledge, you often know surprisingly much about certain aspects that ordinary knowledgeable people have no access to..." Fan Ning laughed, "Then what?"

"Then... it becomes more vague and obscure. It probably means that the secret history and the secret history are easily entangled, especially the secret history that has common characteristics of occultism in a certain aspect. It is easy to mix together to form something ambiguous. If you imagine it as a witness It is indeed abstract and difficult to understand...but if it is more ordinary, for example, if our mystical experience also belongs to the secret history that is happening, it may also encounter this kind of entanglement, which can be explained. All the questions you just raised..."

As the car drove back to the urban area of ​​​​Uvranser, the road became a little wider, and Fan Ning tapped his toes to make the car speed faster.

"It is indeed serious..." he said at this time, "it seems to be a very reasonable and acceptable rule...but when I think about it carefully, it feels absurd and I don't know why, and my brain starts to operate logically uncontrollably..."

"Those who put forward this kind of view have also made some vague conjectures... Firstly... this involves an unconventional mapping relationship between migration and the waking world; secondly... this law is not a simple and crude 'setting'... it In fact, judging from the serial number, it is not the 'first law of mysticism'... but is deduced from a higher law..."

Qiong's soft voice fell silent as she spoke, as if she had fallen asleep.

…isn’t it the first law of occult science? From some higher law? Fan Ning frowned and thought.

He immediately thought of the "Law of Implicit Knowledge Transmission" written in Guchanizi language...

Is there any connection between this?

Abstraction vs. abstraction, how can one think clearly in a short while? He had just organized the language of thinking in his mind. Sheeran, who had been closing his eyes and concentrating, silently listening to the two chatting, spoke:

"Caron, it's strange, it's almost one o'clock in the morning and there's someone else driving..."

The three of them did hear the roar of another engine and the sound of wheels crossing the road.

Fan Ning looked through the windshield and saw a deserted street about three or four hundred meters ahead. The sign of a store on the left was brightly illuminated by car lights.

A few seconds later, a pair of small box cars drove out of the alley opposite the store, turned right and headed in the same direction as Fan Ning.

Sheeran continued to wonder: "Could it be that Ufranser's current nightlife can last until this late?"

"It's indeed strange..." Fan Ning shook his head and smiled, "Where does this come from... Let me take a look... the southern section of Keziton Street..."

His smile suddenly froze.

"What's wrong? Caroln?" Sheeran asked in surprise.

"That alley... seems to be the oil painting storage warehouse that Lu provided to me before." Fan Ning said slowly.

"Huh?... It's so late, and there are still people patrolling in cars... The company's security measures he mentioned before are indeed good..." Qiong rested on Xilan's lap, rubbing her eyes with her hands.

"Something's wrong...something's wrong..." Fan Ning's expression slowly changed, and a bad premonition suddenly surged in his heart.

In about ten seconds, the car in front turned left and disappeared from sight in the dark night.

Fan Ning turned his face slightly and checked whether the car door was locked.

Then he held the hand on the gearbox lever and decisively shifted into low gear. At the same time, he reminded the two girls behind him in a low, concise and quick voice:

"Sheeran, Joan, sit tight and hold on tight."

"Why?" Qiong stood up subconsciously and asked sleepily.

"Next, the speed might be a little too fast."

After saying this, Fan Ning narrowed his eyes and stepped on the accelerator suddenly!

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