Old-time musicians

Chapter 541 Falling asleep

After Fan Ning pointed this out with certainty, everyone vaguely remembered it.

Only the room with the double bass that you enter the first time has a door, but the room with the piano that you enter the second time does not!

"This door!?"

Different enlightenment observers saw different clarity according to their spiritual state. Tukweil frowned and concentrated, trying his best to identify the details.

In the picture, it looks like it is made up of a metal plate at the top and several vertical 'steel sheets' at the bottom. Although the "workmanship" is crooked, it has a relatively delicate light-colored polished surface, and there are many key parts. There are few circular holes, and at this moment, rainwater like broken beads is falling along the front edge of the vertical steel sheet.

This is not a door at all. Looking at it as a whole, it looks like a crude "celesta"!

As the wind stirred up the sand, a shower of pebbles crackled on it.

Not sure whether it was coming from the mirror or from the actual location a hundred meters away, everyone heard a series of crisp but discordant notes that sounded like nervous wails!

The candle went out, green smoke floated out, and the picture in the mirror also collapsed.

There was an ominous silence in the team.

Could it be that, under the influence of some unknown existence, the former people here gradually turned into various "instruments" and blended in with each other?

And, is this change still happening today?

Is this considered dead or alive?

"Leave here, hold on, and continue driving in the rain?"

Tucqueville did not choose to ask Bishop Lavoisier what was written on those papers. He broke his silence and made a suggestion.

Now all the team members are drowsy.

"Durk was just checking a tree this morning."

Fanning's answer made him realize that this proposal was not very useful.

On the one hand, the team members are already drowsy, and more importantly, this mutation is not unique to this camp! Like the violins hanging on the tree

"Show me those files." Fan Ning spoke again after a while.

The team members handed the things they had just collected to Fan Ning, hoping that he could get some more specific past records.

But Fan Ning's eyes followed the twisted words on the torn page, and his expectations were disappointed again.

"You have eaten meat, and my position has moved twenty centimeters. It is not unlucky. The furniture here is very beautiful, and I am of high quality. This is the result of her or the extra time. There is also her figure on the big tree. , by the way, there are always some doors at the back!”

"You are spinning around without authorization, listening or watching. I have no objection, but don't let these sounds and these paintings affect your work! The moon will come out! Alas!"

"Go to the right, go to the right, go deeper into the road, go deeper into the road, I'm back, are you back? You're not singing the right song! Hahaha, if you don't believe me, think about it with your eyes, it's going to be a big deal. "

Fan Ning exerted force with his fingers, and with a rustling sound, he squeezed the files into a tight ball and threw them out.

There is nothing grammatically wrong with these words and sentences, but the cause and effect and logic come and go, as if they are disconnected and disconnected, just like talking in a dream. It is extremely uncomfortable for a person who is still conscious to see it. It is better to be like the team members. It's better if you don't know these words.

Perhaps, trying to find some pattern in disorder and collapse is a wrong decision in itself.

This camp with a sturdy frame, waterproof and windproof is already a very ideal place. Now that we have checked the surrounding environment, refined the elixir to deal with "worms", take turns to rest, regain energy, and continue to set off, these are the goals.

Under Fan Ning's control, the water on the branches and piles of fallen leaves was quickly evaporated, and the flames suddenly burst out.

As the two priests put various medicines and accessories into the quartz pot, various bubbles with psychedelic colors began to boil.

"Brigadier General Boles mentioned that the ring in his eyes seemed to have spread before the accident." Durk mentioned during the refining process.

"Moreover, he is in a more exhausted state," added Priest Jacobs.

Although generally silent, everyone was trying to summarize the reasons why the change happened to him in the first place.

No one wants to be next.

"Currently, there are only two types of potential threats we can find." Fan Ning said, "The ubiquitous colors we see in our eyes, and the 'worms' we have heard about before, these two things can be considered 'Pollution', but it is different from the knowledge pollution we usually define. His mutation is probably the function of one of them, but it is not yet certain which one it is. It is also possible that the two are related to each other."

According to the logic sorted out in the early stage, Fan Ning speculated that the "colorful" is probably some external manifestation of the collapse of the abnormal area, and the "worms" are things that rot and breed from it.

There is no doubt that both of these are threats to people living under normal mechanisms.

"Everyone, cheer up and wait for the elixir to come out first. The sleepiest person will rest first, and the others will take turns."

As time passed, Tukweil reminded several people whose eyelids were fighting.

Not sleeping for 40 hours, and this place has a natural "muddle" effect on consciousness, is indeed very uncomfortable.

Fatigue weakens one's spirituality, slackens one's self-will, and external pollution factors are more likely to invade. However, when one is asleep, one is more likely to see more terrifying "worms". These two factors determine that not using this spiritual potion will only lead to faster death.

Fanning frowned as he looked at the pile of potions churning in the stone pot.

As the last vial of "sneaky water" was poured in, their colors suddenly became broken, and gradually shrank and became sticky, and finally became a small mass of asphalt-like substance whose color could not be read. It smelled like raw animal organs.

The Special Patrol Office stated that this potion can only be stored for less than 12 hours, so it cannot be refined too long in advance. If the color on the surface becomes distinct, it means that it has begun to deteriorate.

When the cooled spiritual potion was sucked out of part of the dropper and distributed to the three sergeants, everyone showed a trace of fear, but finally ate it with bites and swallows.

"Cough, cough, cough" "Wow——"

When the spiritual potion was still in the esophagus, these people's stomachs were churning, and they bent over and supported themselves on the ground, vomiting out all the food residues they had eaten two hours ago.

The two priests who made it by hand looked at each other with an ugly face, doubting whether their operation was correct, and whether vomiting like this would still be useful, and they also thought that they would have to eat such a mouthful in a few hours.

But at the moment, the fact that they would soon fall asleep has become an inviolable physiological law. These people held on to their last energy, rinsed their mouths casually a few times, and then lay down on the ground and began to snore.

The four people, including Fanning, sat on the ground and began to guard.

According to the next arrangement, the ones who would take the remaining spiritual potion would be Tukwell and Jacob, as well as himself and Durk - a combination of a bishop and a priest, and they would take turns to rest in the second and third batches.

In order to make the most of the effect of the first dose of spiritual potion, the team members who fell asleep would be allowed to sleep as long as possible. It is estimated that when it is Fanning's turn to rest, it will be after dawn tomorrow.

There were thunder and lightning outside, and it was pouring rain. There were lights on and burning firewood in the camp hall. In the corner, the fallen leaves and branches under everyone were all dried up, which ensured comfort as much as possible, but the awake people were no longer in the mood to chat.

The inexplicable reduction in personnel made the atmosphere terrifying and ominous. Although some things were speculated, no one even witnessed how this process happened.

The three priests picked up the church's classics and tried to calm their emotions by reading silently.

Fanning continued to conceive of the "Fourth Symphony", trying not to think about the series of unreasonable things he had just witnessed, and the insane, dream-like Chinese characters he read.

At the same time, these people inevitably divided their energy, focusing on the empty and dilapidated hall, the howling door, the strange musical instruments in the inner room, and the three team members lying beside them, preparing to deal with unknown things that might appear at any time.

Time passed by every second.

Perhaps, this is another "failure" of expectations, and dawn will still come as usual.