Old-time musicians

"Auspicious time?"

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Fanning searched his memory for the phrase.

The scene in his mind came to mind on the second day after arriving in the South Country, after the caravan set off from Baquerizo Port, when he was studying the teachings of the Fanghui Temple on the carriage and listening to Luna's talk about the folk culture of "The Song of Awakening":

"Theoretically, as long as it is during the 'Flower Ceremony' period and within the scope of 'Tiya City', any performance or singing by people may successfully awaken her and trigger strong illusions and resonance, and the southern country will completely start the summer."

"Mr. Scheler, you must try it!

Once you have received the highest level of blessing from the Fanghui Temple, the clergy will calculate the 'auspicious time' and invite you to be a guest of the 'Flower Ceremony' on a certain day in September. A person who extends a courtesy to you..." Luna was dreaming of winning the crown at that time.

"So," Fan Ning briefly recounted the content to Qiong, "literally, the 'Auspicious Time' is the day after the beginning of midsummer when the 'Flower Ceremony' event is held."

"In this case, after Vienne successfully awakened with "Prelude", the keyword 'good luck' appeared in the congratulatory words of the lady with short red hair. It does not seem to be a strange and sudden thing."

"Lady with short red hair?" Joan tensed her calves and sat up straight when she heard this.

From her perspective, she had not grasped this detail before because the revelation scene was very vague.

"This person is most likely 'Miss Scarlet', or a guest who was under her control back then."

"I have been wondering why in this scene alone, I can imitate Huhu and sense that it is a 'soul twin' relationship."

"It seems that there was also a problem in the midsummer of 875 in the Southern Continent. Just like in 914 this year, the 'Awakening Chant' tracks that opened them were all affected by the pleasant listening session enshrining the 'Red Pond'. I was a little confused. It started like this. Will midsummer cause any special changes or accomplish anything special? "

"This is exactly what I want to ask you first." Fan Ning said, "Besides the piano at St. Agenzia Hospital, after I reproduced Viennese's "Prelude" amidst the sound of birdsong, a ball suddenly appeared under my feet. What’s going on with the mutation?”

“When I think about it now, it seems like an echo,” Joan said.

"Echo?" Fan Ning thought about it, "You mean, the sudden danger of dissolution is the same as the 'Echo of Light' that I made of 'Guidance of the Fierce Sun' and the 'Expansion and Contraction of Echo' that resists external impact. It's the same as Xilan's The principle of traveling through the astral world is the same as that of opening a door on a wall. Is it a sense of disobedience that leaks out of the flow? "

"Yes, an extremely strong echo of the 'pool'. What I felt at that time was that the surface of the world you were in suddenly became thin to the point of being almost perforated, and the mysterious substance overflowing from the flow came out like a runny egg... ..." Qiong held her chin as she recalled carefully.

"If according to the classification of occult academic research, the person who has knowledge corresponds to nine levels, and the people who know the knower and the orderer who pass through the door are the next six levels, that kind of intensity That's nine plus six equals fifteen...a fifteen-level 'pool' effect! Its source is too close to the height of the Huita dome, which is enough to trigger the personal intervention of a certain Lord of Witnesses."

Fan Ning showed a trace of suspicion on his face:

"Could it be that the 'Auspicious Time' is not only the date of the 'Flower Ceremony', but also has another layer of mystical meaning, such as... the name of the echo of a certain 'pool' is also called the 'Auspicious Time'?"

"But no matter what its role is, the sense of dissonance caused by the echo is temporary and cannot be sustained even for 24 hours. The echo brought about by a formal performance of the "Prelude" band forty years ago will have an impact in any case. Not until now..."

"No, you forgot, the echo has another purpose."

Qiong raised her little face to look at him, with purple door hinges opening and closing in her eyes.

"It can be used to make curse seals."

Fan Ning's eyes were fixed.

He looked at the bloody footprints on the ground, pondered for a moment and finally spoke:

"The real title of that 'Prelude' is 'Afternoon of the Faun'. The fact that Viennese was able to write it is directly related to the Mr. F we met in the small town of Watznay."

"Afternoon of the Faun..." Joan thought about the relationship between the metaphorical meaning of the title and the listening experience of the music.

"That's all I can say for the time being." Fan Ning added, "Maybe the connection is a bit strange. After all, in your opinion before, there was only the 'Miss Scarlet' factor, but now there is another Mr. F..."

"No, it's not strange." Joan reminded, "You forgot about the gel membrane that caused your reentry deviation. The tampered D minor chord on it is related to 'Miss Crimson', but when this thing was delivered to you, it was Sylvia and Vasius promoted it, and the latter was associated with the 'Truth Tiger' organization, of which Mr. F was a member."

"No matter what, Mr. F needs further investigation and analysis." Fan Ning nodded slightly, "The last experience in the small town of Watznai may be due to the nature of the dream, and the memory is always a bit blurry. I always feel that there are still some details that are still missing. Not excavated…”

"I'll contact them first to discuss a few important matters, and then I'll continue to talk to you about the issues in the Southern Continent alone."

Fan Ning intentionally isolated some of the information because there were some matters in the Southern Continent that would be detrimental to the two of Tioleon if they knew too much about them.

Under the threat of occult investigative techniques, few things are 100% safe.

He glanced at the candlesticks on the corridors on both sides and put the thread of inspiration into them.

The next moment, two figures appeared on the left and right sides of the first row of mahogany chairs, facing the two people sitting at the front of the podium.

"Caron, good evening, Joan, I finally see you!

"Sheeran, who was wearing a white dress, saw her best friend finally showing up, and she almost rushed towards him with excitement.

Joan, who has become more and more calm as usual in recent days, saw Xilan's excited expression and movements, and the corners of her mouth curved in a long-lost arc.

"It seems that the problem of knowledge pollution has been solved, right?" Luo Yin asked with a smile. In the dream, her long hair was spread out in waves, and she was wearing a pure white tea set of the same color as Xilan. skirt, but a piece of extremely thin and light rose-colored gauze was wrapped around the neck.

"It's difficult to simply say whether this problem is solved or not." Fan Ning's expression was hard to explain. "You will know after you turn your head and look behind."

"What's going on?" "This..."

The two people who had just fallen asleep were still in a calm mood, but when they saw the bloody footprints on the ground slightly behind, their expressions changed instantly.

"Item 1, hurry up and contact us." Fan Ning frowned, "As for Mr. F, I need to continue to analyze this dangerous person related to the 'Truth Tiger' organization, mainly from two aspects: First, whether he can still Recall some details from the last experience in the small town of Watznai; secondly, is there any new information related to Mr. F in the Special Patrol Office in the past ten days?"

"Is it still the small town of Vatsnay..." Luo Yin tapped the tip of his nose with his palm as if to recall, "This memory in the wrong time and space is not as clear and distinct as the waking world. Every time I recall it, it seems to be wrapped up. It’s like a layer of yarn with strong adhesion.”

"At first it was issuing license plates, and then there was a search for prohibited items." Sheeran was also recalling, "After that, I only remember an episode where Carolyn's baton was taken away, and Mr. F was handing it back. A few casual chats, well, that’s about it for the entire contact process.”

"What were we talking about?"

"It seems that so and so is also a musician?"

"Who has listened to whose work?"

Everyone said something to each other, but none of them was complete and clear.

"If you feel the need to delve deeper, you can try to use the 'braiding and splicing method' to review it." Joan spoke at this time.

The dark wooden box containing the remains of the "Hidden Lamp" was thrown from her hand and floated into the air.

"I never felt it so clearly before," Fan Ning said, "But what I didn't expect now is that the traces of Mr. F's actions actually existed at that time in Vienne. So, what is the 'braiding and splicing method'?"

Joan explained: "The memory deep in the dream is like a dark room. One person's memory can only light up a small corner, so the rest of the place cannot be seen clearly. But if there are four or five people holding lights at the same time, different The halos diverge and overlap at different locations, and it’s likely that everyone will be able to see something clearly.”

"To a certain extent, group events that have passed away in the long history of history will be more difficult to distort or erase than individual events because they have more witnesses. This time, it happened that all four of us were present, even the 'Hidden Light' was..."

Xilan listened quietly to her best friend telling the secret of "Huang". Although Qiong was unable to directly use the power of "Huang"'s secret technique after the twist, her understanding of the corresponding heights of the climbing path was still the best in the world. Few people can compare with it.

"We are still asking for the divine power of the 'Winter Wind', but this time we use the remains of the 'Hidden Lantern' as a ritual vessel, and the rest of the ritual tributes are similar. There is also a special link that requires everyone to continue to chant a more profound 'Desolation' The following prayer is its secret teaching..."

Performing secret rituals in the shift is usually more concise than in the waking world. Many tedious links used to gain the attention of the witness master can be replaced, merged or even directly skipped using symbols or metaphors.

Soon, the four people occupied the four corners of the altar in a diamond shape. What was special was that everyone stood with their heads bowed and held an extra burning candle in their hands.

After Qiong took the lead in reciting the preliminaries and the prayer keywords pointing to the past of the weird art museum, a deathly black light suddenly leaked out from the gap in the dark wooden box.

They darkened the local golden mist, turning the space occupied by a few people into a shadowy thing in the darkness.

An invisible cold wind blew through the church.

"I must be ahead of all departures, as if they were all behind me, like the passing winter..."

Fan Ning held the candle, read the first paragraph according to Qiong's instructions, and then extinguished the candle with his palms.

Green smoke emerged from the gap between his fingers. What was strange was that the brightness around him not only did not get darker, but instead reflected some things that were originally unclear in the dim space surrounded by the four people.

In a narrow and low hall, there was a corridor leading upwards on the inner wall. Fan Ning saw another version of himself, the version of himself in the historical projection, standing on the fourth step. He turned back in shock, and stood beside him. The one wearing a top hat was Vasius.

Fan Ning knew that this was the moment when he discovered that the "old days" were in Mr. F's hands.

Three other people also saw it.

"I must live in the poignant ending, be more silent, more peaceful, and return to pure relationship..."

Luo Yin recited the second paragraph and also put out the candle he held with his palms.

She saw another of herself pointing a gun at Julius, with several strange townspeople beside her.

"I must be a ringing cup, broken in sipping, here, among the dead, in the land of residual wine..."

Shiran recited the third paragraph, and her halo reflected another part of the townspeople, as well as a pile of flashlights and a baton in Mr. F's hand.

"I must count myself into the already consumed, moldy and silent reserves, and erase the count in the indescribable perfect sum..."

When Joan finished reading the last paragraph and extinguished the candle, the wooden box of the "Hidden Light" wreckage began to vibrate, and the dim brightness around was still visible, and it became flowing and audible.

"Your thing? It seems to be a baton?" Mr. F said.

"I'm used to carrying it with me. I'm a musician." Fanning stared at his face and spoke calmly.

"I'm also a musician, especially interested in expanding sound effects and harmony systems. Now I'm studying the connection between holistic art and mysticism." Mr. F said.

"..." Fan Ning looked doubtful and didn't speak.

"Can't remember?" Mr. F suddenly lifted his beard and smiled, "Actually, this group of people today is quite interesting. At least three of you have heard my music."

Originally, the historical picture that was "illuminated" together should have ended here.

The perspectives of the other three people were indeed the same.

But Fan Ning suddenly found that all the lines began to move and reorganize like shuttles.

In a daze, he saw a part of the oil painting made by Fan Chenxun on large and small rocks in the WeChat chat history on his mobile phone. Their use seemed to be the "component" stone for building some large buildings or sculptures.

In his mind, he flashed back to the few video calls before the crossing, in which a group of hired people including Fan Chenxun took a group photo with several financiers who looked like fighting nations in India in South Asia.

Among them, there was a name with a Russian flavor that he suddenly remembered a part of.

F. Alexander Nikolayevich...

Finally, it was a close-up of a man's image.

High-collared white shirt, pure black suit, plaid tie, no glasses, short black hair like clouds, wide and curled beard beside the lips...

It's Mr. F.

Fanning suddenly felt familiar, not because he had seen him before, but because he was familiar with him before their first meeting.

The image of this person began to lose some of its "resolution" and gradually faded and became "painted".

Finally, it was "embedded" in the dazzling white light similar to that of a computer screen, and merged with an avatar like a certain entry information.

"Boom!

!"

The dazzling white light suddenly swallowed everything, and then a dark bruise appeared in the field of vision for several minutes.

When Fanning saw the church again, the altar had been dismantled, and the other three were all looking at him with worried and puzzled eyes.

"Mr. Fanning, why did you stand there in a daze for so long?"

"Any new discoveries?"

"What is Mr. F's identity or background?"

Fanning opened his mouth when he heard this, but there was no sound.

New discovery? …

Should I have thought of this earlier, or should I not have thought of such a thing?

Also a musician? Holistic art? Mysticism? Expanding sound effects and harmony systems? Fan Chenxun's overseas orders? …

The mysterious chords in the sound series fragments, at least three people present have heard them? …

Hehe, hehe…

Fan Ning felt absurd and chilling. He didn't know whether his guess was right or not, nor did he know how to explain it to his three companions.

Because he now seriously suspected that this Mr. F was the author of the so-called "giant multi-dimensional art work" "The Secret Realm of Apocalypse" in his previous life, the Russian pianist and composer Scriabin!