Old-time musicians

The rusty red mist was low and thick, obstructing vision, and the spiritual sense could not detect the body from such a distance.

Fan Ning could only choose to walk over carefully.

During the time from the top of the arch bridge to the dry riverbed, he felt the subtle changes in various parts of this "garden".

For example, it was hot. The precipitation in the south was unusually abundant, and the air often felt humid and hot.

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But now Fan Ning felt that his skin was unusually dry, and even had a vague feeling of cracking.

"Crack, crack"

He didn't need to take a long detour, and walked directly in the bumpy riverbed. Every time he stepped on it, a handful of rusty red hardened soil turned into powder.

This period of time was not short or long, but a subtle sense of suffocation made his emotions hover in a dull position. He naturally thought of many possibilities, for example, the body could be Luna or Miss Nightingale who had just gone missing, or it could be Niji or Master Luckert, and of course, it could be someone he had never met before...

After walking to the boat, Fanning's heart was a little relieved, but he still frowned for a long time.

This body in the dilapidated cabin was basically just a skeleton. The reason why I say "basically" is because it was still wrapped in a layer of skin that was as dry as a rotten leaf. Its hair, muscles and tendons had disappeared, and the whole body showed a strange dark color like black soy sauce dyed with red ink.

The posture was not very natural either, the body was curled up like a shrimp, the back was exaggeratedly curled up, and the legs with stiff knees made a big arc, and the feet were almost touching the head.

Fanning witnessed the passing of life many times during his travels. Under the high temperature and rampant insects and flies in the south, fresh corpses will basically start to rot and breed maggots within half a day. After ten days and a half of months of indescribable swelling and deformation, they will soon gradually turn into a pile of rotten bones.

This kind of situation where the dry skin is retained after the weathering of the corpse is generally formed in an extremely dry and hot environment rather than a humid and hot environment. Of course, it may also be that there are no mosquitoes, flies, poisonous insects, saprophytic bacteria and other filthy things in this garden "holy land".

Another point is that the skull of this corpse has completely disappeared, but the dry scalp is still stuck to the deck like a pancake, which makes it difficult for Fanning to identify its facial features.

"I can't confirm who it is, but judging from the body shape, it should not be Luna or An. From the time point of view, it seems that it took a long time to form..." Fanning frowned as he watched the situation in front of him.

It took a short time to check the corpse because there was too little information and there was really nothing to see.

After flicking the ash of his cigar, Fanning threw the boat and the body behind him and continued along the riverbed, preparing to go up a slope that looked a little gentler.

During this time, he stopped once and tried to pray to the "Fragrant Poet".

He used the common prayers in public doctrines, and also used the secret doctrines of higher status described by Niqi.

According to Niqi's estimation, "theoretically speaking", although Fanning is not a true believer, he has shown a deep understanding in his works of art, and has "absorbed" the fox lily bouquet. The spiritual affinity of the "Fragrant Poet" is at least not weaker than those bishops. Therefore, after all the high-level church leaders were unable to enter this place, they had such great hopes for Fanning to gain attention and response.

But at least the attempt to pray just now was fruitless.

Niqi suggested that Fanning try several more times at different points, and the most promising one was near the "honey production channel".

Fanning had memorized the location, but after the garden suddenly became dilapidated and weird, and the terrain became upside down, the landmarks could no longer be identified.

The only reference he had now was the direction of the arch bridge and the waterway, and it was hard to say how accurate it was.

The rusty red soil under his feet was crushed one after another. After the riverbed stopped flowing, walking uphill on both sides was more like climbing a mountain than landing.

As he walked, Fanning suddenly felt something grabbing his ankle.

Looking down, he saw a dry and skinned hand extending from the riverbed.

Without directly encountering mysterious factors and without a strong warning from the spirit, this scene that was enough to scare the ignorant would not cause much stimulation to Fanning. After a brief moment of doubt, he made a gesture of holding his hand in the air.

Fine cracks spread across the riverbed, and pieces of soil and rocks of different sizes were dug up.

"There is more than one body here, and the posture of this person is even weirder..."

This body is also curled up like a shrimp, but it is "the opposite of the previous one". The back is facing backwards, the knees of the legs are completely reversed, and the feet are circled from the back, touching the head with only a layer of skin left.

Except for the hand that is stretched straight forward and out of the riverbed, the rest of the body is buried underneath.

"Even weirder, but there are some similarities, the skin is dry, curled into a ring, the head and feet are close together, and the body shape seems to be similar..."

Fanning didn't get any clear information other than this.

"But if you want to think more, why would someone die here?"

"After the nectar production in the garden was 'stopped', the church had to clear the place. How many people went in and how many people came out had to be checked before sealing the place... Judging from the conditions of several gardens visited before, 'a place of confusion' 'It is not formed immediately after the mutation occurs. Even if the 'Huachu people' working inside, clerical assistants or visiting guests procrastinate and delay for three to five days, they should not be trapped and die inside. If he is not discovered, even if one dies, there will be a second one, or maybe a third one..."

In any case, the discovery of the body was an ominous sign, and even Fan Ning had doubts about whether the recent series of trance-like and bizarre experiences were visual knowledge pollution.

After walking to the river bank, he worked hard and tried his best to follow the direction of the "honey-producing passage" he had written down.

"Squeak——" "Bang!!!"

Next to several rows of weathered statues was a bungalow. Fan Ning gently pushed in with his toes, and the door rotated inward less than thirty degrees before collapsing.

Four chairs, a table, a multi-layered locker with a few scattered vases, a pile of highly weathered woven flower baskets or fruit baskets on the ground, countless large and small holes on the ceiling, blackened like Coal-like branches penetrated through the window and stretched out along the hole with claws and teeth.

In addition, there is a hanging swing, but with this environment and degree of decay, it looks like some special torture device at a glance.

Fan Ning's pupils shrank slightly as he walked inside.

There was a rotten and hollow bed, with an office chair and a desk next to it. A corpse with withered and dark red skin sat in front of it, lying on the table, with its head and feet touching each other, roughly closed in a circle - it would take a long time to complete this action. Take a sitting position with your feet on the chair and your hands on your legs, but you have to turn your knees over to the bottom.

"Kakaka..."

Fan Ning, who seemed to have noticed something, stretched out his hand to control the chair to drag back a few centimeters out of thin air.

An object on the table that was pressed down by a corpse was revealed.

Dark red, long ribbon, very dry, very thin, cracked into many small pieces, the texture is like dried red date skin.

After Fan Ning leaned over to observe for a few seconds, his expression suddenly changed.

The handwriting written with some kind of red dye is still visible, and it is very long, but most of it has been scratched out and the content is unclear.

In addition, next to the writing is a fainter note combination with lines and clefs: re/fa/la.

D minor chord, Saint Apollo once followed the "divine theme" left by revelation!

This dry, date-like skin is the "skin of Macias" in the Secret History, or the gel membrane of the "chi" sacrificial vessel!

He actually has gel fetal membranes on his hands?

What is this body? …

"impossible!!"

Fan Ning, who had been calm all the way, felt as if he wanted to rush out of the door with his scalp numb!

Of course, in fact, he didn't move. After a few seconds, he began to read the few scattered, roughly identifiable words in the scrawled writing——

"Don't believe what I say..."

"What I did was also..."

"After that it's all..."

"Those words do not represent me..."

"I really don't know where I am..."

These confusing and contradictory writings made Fan Ning's cigar-holding fingers tense up.

Can’t even believe what you say? So what's the point of saying all this?

Could this person really be? …

"No, not necessarily. There may be more than one piece of gelatin membrane. Even if it is a literal interpretation of the Secret History, Mathias, the God of the Forest, is at least a normal adult figure and was peeled off by Saint Apollo. The skin' is definitely more than a handful of gel fetal membranes in my hand before..."

"Furthermore, the characterization of musical notes is also a metaphor for mysticism. It is a metaphor for the victory of 'Apollinian art' over 'Dionysian art' in this secret history. It does not mean that there is a place where the 'theme of God' is recorded. Others The part is gone. If the 'Hide of Macias' is divided into many pieces, it is also consistent with the logic of mysticism that each piece has a D minor chord..."

To determine the identity of the deceased, more substantial information must be found.

There was an empty inner room after the inner room. Fan Ning broke through the door again and broke into the thick rust-red fog of the outside world.

In a place similar to the rain-covered walkway in the backyard, Fan Ning found another body curled up in the corner.

The fourth one is still of the same size.

After adjusting his breathing on the spot, he walked away again and raised his hand.

A long strip of "withered date skin" scattered beside the dark red body floated to his hand.

The d minor triad symbol also has interrupting text on the side and is partially scratched out, but the content is different——

"On the inspiration for a symphony of future life:"

"Starting from the D minor key that pays homage to the "God's Theme", in the tremolo of the empty fifth of the strings, the severe and powerful motive fragment of the first movement is presented, and then gradually develops and intensifies, and the orchestra breaks out into a tragic and overwhelming song. - style sound... The second movement is a scherzo that unfolds as a fugue, and the strings continue to move forward with bright and exciting staccato sounds... The third movement's Adagio is lyrical and cantabile, with irregular variations that are eloquently told. Full of quiet contemplation and fascinating philosophical speculation... In the final chapter, the instrumental music reviews the struggle and pain of the first three movements in a long way, and finally the human voice and choir join in, gradually climbing to the height of ultimate joy..."

"Preliminary draft of the lyrics: The goddess of joy is holy and beautiful, and her brilliant light shines on the earth..."

Fanning's arm holding the "gel fetal membrane" was shaking. He did not let it fall naturally, but trembled and bent down to put it on the ground!

The musical conception recorded above is exactly the same as Beethoven's "Symphony No. 9 in D Minor"!

The D minor here is still just a tribute to the "God's Theme", which means that it is still not the original form of the "God's Theme".

"Did Vien conceive of Beethoven's Ninth Symphony before his death? Haha... This invisible power of the "Old Days" actually allowed an indigenous person in the old industrial world to conceive of Beethoven's Ninth Symphony? Moreover, it was Mr. F who first helped him activate the "Old Days" power. The possibility that Mr. F is also a time traveler is increasing!..."

"Similar body shape? Obviously the same body shape!" Fanning suddenly laughed a little nervously.

Yes, the identity of this corpse is Vien, the Vien who visited the southern continent with the "gel fetal membrane" as a token!

The corpse lying on the table in the room is also.

The hand reaching out from the riverbed is also.

The same thing happened in the rotten boat.

The same thing happened in the small town of Ufranselmeklen after returning home safely! ? ! ? ...

Fanning had no idea what was going on.

His mind was almost scattered by the chaotic knowledge or cognition, and he didn't know where to start thinking and reasoning.

This matter was completely different from expectations.

No, it was more than a deviation, it was completely contrary to the facts!

As early as the conversation with Master Rückert in the open-air cafe, Fanning learned that the master "still occasionally saw Weien in the years after 876". He thought that this was probably because "midsummer is a time when illusions are everywhere" or due to the splitting and superposition of some profound secret history. Who knew that the real facts were so simple and crude? That was the real Weien himself! ? ...

Fanning, with a stronger sense of uneasiness, jumped down the steps of the house and strode into the rusty red garden mist.

On the potholes, in the dried-up springs, on the twisted rockery, under the dead trees...

"Don't believe anything I say..."

"About the inspiration for a piano sonata in the future life..."

"About the inspiration for a mass in the future life..."

"There is nothing wrong with them, but they are dissolving into another part of my mind. Maybe there are holes in my brain and spirituality. Maybe this is the reason why I have unbearable headaches..."

"There is a temporary solution. If future generations encounter this dilemma, they can do it as soon as possible: try to Seek more inspiration from works in the "medieval style"..."

"As for that place? It's dangerous, chaotic, and unbearable to stay, but it's useful, and you won't be worse off than dead because of the direct symptoms..."

"And it might help me unlock the ultimate secret of the "God's Theme."

"Isn't this a D minor complex? I believe that later students will also be obsessed with writing symphonies with it."

"Later... students? Teacher Anton's "Ninth Symphony" is also in D minor, and the "Summer Noon Dream" I'm writing now..." Fanning felt that his breathing was becoming more and more rapid.

"But that doesn't represent me! Who can get out? ... Those who get out can't represent me either! ! ! "

Fanning has found at least more than 40 bodies along the way.

Among them, there were fifteen bodies with gelatinous fetal membranes. The contents that survived the alterations included repeated repetitions of "Don't believe in yourself", recording the "music inspiration" brought to him by the "old days", and recording his experience of "treating headaches". There were also some emotional expressions that were difficult to classify and meaningless...

Finally, Fanning arrived in front of a dark red mountain wall covered with rust.

A dark hole.

Maybe it is the honey-producing channel of this garden, if the direction recognition is good.

He tried to pray to the "Fragrant Poet" and tried it seven or eight times, but it didn't work.

The scene of the old man waiting outside the garden reappeared in his mind.

Finally, Fanning took a deep breath and waved.

"Crack, crackle-""Hula-"

The several dry and twisted black trees behind him were all twisted down by him out of thin air, and crackled into a large ball of firewood.

The flames burst into flames in an instant, and the entire huge firewood ball was controlled by Fanning and thrown into the black hole.

At the moment of illumination, Fanning held his breath.

The long passage that snaked inward and downward like a slide was filled with densely packed dark red dried corpses!

All the corpses were twisted and coiled, with arms stretched out everywhere. At a glance, there were at least more than a thousand!

If this was not enough, on the upper wall of the passage not far away, above those stretched out arms, there was a line of words that looked like dried bloodstains, which almost made Fanning's heartbeat freeze and stop -

"The poet has already fallen, don't stay in the South!!!"