Old-time musicians

Chapter 545 25:00 at night

At this time, the atmosphere in the team became silent again. After the six people had dealt with the filth in the area, they were naturally not in the mood to eat anymore. They just moved to another part of the dilapidated camp, and then sat and watched nightfall.

Regarding the next itinerary plan, we have already discussed it during the day today. We will continue to rest at night and choose an opportunity to set off tomorrow.

The terrain ahead is mostly swamps and reed fields. The time wasted in taking a detour is not worth the loss, so we can only choose to continue forward, and this is definitely not suitable for traveling at weird nights or bad weather. It is better to wait for another group of people who are mentally exhausted to start again. Rest round at night.

As for the vehicle, with the assistance of extraordinary power, the vehicle may be able to barely accompany it for a while, and then it will have to be discussed separately.

According to the estimates of the team, the journey should be more than halfway through now, and it is already possible to see the "lighthouse"-like thing with the theme of God buried in it recorded in the church's secret book at some point.

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"Go back to the barracks."

"Move the car closer."

Once night falls, there are only a few breaths left before the world plunges into complete darkness and silence. Soon, the remaining six people returned to the dilapidated barracks.

There is only a broken shelf left, but if you stay in the corner, you can still get solid shelter and protection from several sides.

"When can you use the invisible power?" Fan Ning, who was sitting on the ground and holding a pen, raised his head and asked. There were several wooden boards in front of him, which served as a writing surface.

He was asking Alpha and Andrew. The former was hanging several abandoned lanterns on the wall and lighting them up one by one. After a while, a small group of flying insects gathered.

"Tukeville, and Jacob taught you well."

Alpha turned his head and laughed twice.

It seemed that because he thought of Jacob's death just now, he quickly fell silent with a straight face.

A dry firewood caught in Andrew's hand also ignited a fire out of thin air.

Without a word he pounded it into a pile of dead leaves and branches in front of him.

Is it so easy to be promoted to a knowledgeable person now? Military general Janus's physical and mental qualities are very good. Fanning seemed to feel a limited degree of unusualness - compared to all the unnatural things he encountered during this wide period of time.

He immersed himself in writing the Fourth Symphony.

And, half an hour after stopping the distracting conversation, I felt that the creative state I had entered today was very good.

The idea is extremely smooth, and various harmonies, counterpoints, and material development methods are picked at random. The orchestration and timbre in the mind are "played wherever I point them", as if they are already waiting in the depths of the soul.

Even for those complicated and difficult puzzle pieces, you only need to gently pull the wool end, and the whole knotting idea will suddenly unfold.

This state is naturally very rare, and it is not common in Fan Ning's previous creative experience.

Under his pen, the first movement begins with the cool B minor prelude of snow bells, flute and clarinet, which is "the last sound heard before leaving this world", followed by the light and carefree G The major theme is presented. When this theme first appears, it is just like a drop of dew on a flower petal. Without sunlight, it looks simple and beautiful. But once the light is dissolved in it, it emits a strange brilliance, just like in the mountains, rivers and forests. A rich palette with a medium bloom

As the music progresses and develops, this strange and magnificent picture of mountains and rivers slowly unfolds. In the colorful sky scenery, there seem to be a few gorgeous and strange dark clouds floating from time to time. The audience below can appreciate the innocent smiles of the children. and innocent songs, but after staring at these childish faces for a long time, they seem to have undergone an unknown change, bringing with them an unknown strangeness and coolness.

All of them pay tribute to the retro legacy, but whether compared with past classical-style works or today's romantic works, they all present a completely different musical temperament with a strong personal style.

When writing until about eleven o'clock in the night, Fan Ning actually finished the first movement.

This is at least a week faster than what he expected when he reviewed the progress before writing.

It’s really a very difficult state to encounter.

Fan Ning, who had been sitting on the floor for several hours, lowered his body and stretched his shoulders and waist.

He felt that with such a smooth line of inspiration, he could consider whether he should follow the trend and start composing the second movement.

"Crack-"

The sound of leather shoes crushing dead branches and leaves was heard, and Durk hurriedly stepped in front of Fan Ning:

"Lavoisier, did you hear that someone was singing outside?"

Fan Ning, who had just written the words "II Movement" Guyanus, immediately closed the pen cap with a bang and put it away.

After gathering all his concentrated inspiration, he did hear faint singing outside!

Fan Ning quickly walked to the door of the dilapidated barracks - there was no actual door here, it was just a rubber-covered black cloth curtain that could protect against rain between the collapsed beams and stone pillars.

Several other team members stood near the curtain, all with tense expressions. No one dared to go out to inquire further.

"These 'pilgrims' who are singing joyful songs can actually run to such a deep place. Isn't their will too strong?"

Fanning vaguely recognized several familiar poems and lyrics from "The Magic Horn of the Boy" from the unfamiliar melody. While he felt that this was strange and absurd, he could not help but admire the vigorous energy of this group of people.

"But what language is this sung in?"

"I can't even tell it apart"

"No, if I can't tell it apart, why would I recognize it as coming from the text of "The Magic Horn of the Boy"? "

Fanning shook his head quickly in confusion amidst all kinds of ambiguous paradoxes, and he also identified the accompaniment part other than the human voice.

It was a piano sound like birdsong, a piano-like bird song. In the repeated percussion of a series of mysterious chords flashing with strong lights, the bass interpolated a strange rhythm and tone, and the short major third-perfect fifth motive played above the voice echoed with the human voice, becoming the only fragrant prayer of "sensual bliss" in the dissonant sound.

"White Mass?" Fanning frowned and uttered a phrase.

The "White Mass" he mentioned here was not the two classifications of the secret rituals of these esotericists that Colonel Alpha had made when analyzing the intelligence of the God Advent Society, but an alias for a work written by Scriabin, a Russian musician on the Blue Star.

The prototype of these music that accompanies the "Song of Joy" is Scriabin's "Seventh Piano Sonata"!

In other words, the order is reversed, and the melodies arranged by the God Advent Society for the "Song of Joy" are written according to the accompaniment of the "White Mass"!

Colonel Alpha's analysis actually completely matched the title of the work.

Moreover, this is the first time that Fanning has heard Blue Star music that was not reproduced by himself in this world.

The human voice can be transmitted so far, and there is a part of the instrumental accompaniment. In this dark wilderness, and just entering the territory of B-105, there is undoubtedly a lot of strangeness. However, Fanning did not hesitate about "how to deal with it", and the team members did not ask aloud.

Is there any need to ask? Before any new changes occur, it is natural to treat the singing as non-existent!

Could he still take the initiative to lift the curtain, walk out of the camp, walk into the reed swamp, and see what is going on?

"Don't these people need to sleep? Don't they see what time it is now? Why are they holding a midnight concert?" Tukwell muttered, walked back a few steps, and looked at his wrist with the help of the weak firelight.

This time, his face changed violently, and he felt that he saw something more unreasonable than the previous "instrument".

Fanning and other team members also raised their right hands.

23:59:56, 23:59:57

The mechanical surface surrounded by rich and colorful colors has shifted its concept, the numbers have overflowed the boundaries, the gears are laughing meaningfully, the angles formed by the hour hand, minute hand and aiming are twisted outward, and the relationship between sine and cosine functions gradually melts and collapses, turning into a mixture of vectors that exceeds the cognitive limits of the two-dimensional plane

It is difficult to describe what the dial in front of me has become. Fanning reads the next scale with difficulty, which is the destination they will go to in the next hour:

"25 o'clock?"