Old-time musicians

The girl's voice turned a little cold, and some syllables were lost in the cold wind.

But this was not the main point. Fanning felt that the entire experience of climbing and communicating was no longer continuous, but became a series of fragments that were connected but the transition was not smooth.

The idea of ​​cracking "DSCH" did not seem to be the first time that he had a flash of inspiration. He felt that he had found the real passage and lighthouse before, and he had come here once before, and there might be another time. He felt that at some point, the two people's communication had reached a completely opposite conclusion and reached a completely opposite consensus.

He also felt that the position of the two people, the height of the climb, the intensity of the light, and whether the touch under their feet was soil or moss were all changing in leaps and bounds.

"You think I might be the contamination medium used by the 'Spirit of Truth' to block your birth, but is it possible that I think you are the interference chess piece used by the God's Advent Society to disrupt the timing of my apostles' return and hinder the repair of the 'cracking field'? You think that when we enter the lighthouse later, I am the unstable factor lurking beside you, but is it possible that I think you are the unstable factor that follows me into the lighthouse?"

"Carlon, what you think is just what you think from your own perspective, and what you think after you take it for granted to fill in the details."

"Considering the previous two years of getting along, I will explain here. The option of 'follow or not' is still open. Here. If you are willing, I will let you go in with me first. "

"Qiong, you seem to be a little angry because I 'actually' suspected you first?" Fanning smiled bitterly twice. His confidence in his cognition was indeed declining. After taking a deep breath, closing his eyes and opening them again, the cassette-like scene and environment around him seemed to be temporarily stable. "In fact, I doubt you less and worry more. As long as you are sure of your own judgment, I will always follow you. Let's go to the top and see the situation first."

The girl said "hmm" and said nothing more, but Fanning felt that from the moment she heard "doubt less and worry more", the lines of her side face looked a little softer.

Well, it may be meaningless to worry about "which instrument is normal". This abnormal area is full of deformed flesh instruments, and there is no second choice for absorption.

Fanning still thinks that Qiong is the most reliable companion now.

It's still his chief flute lady.

The shouts of the climbing villagers in the lower place are looming in the wind and snow, and the air is becoming colder and thinner.

There was another period of silence, and the two continued to climb to a more dangerous height.

The repetitive steps and strides seemed like some kind of drumbeat, repairing and strengthening Fanning's confidence in the lighthouse and Vincent's confidence in his backhand.

But just before the phone shut down at 1% battery, Vincent's last two log memos made him feel weird and irritated again.

The second to last one was incoherent and irrelevant, and it was unclear what Vincent wanted to express:

"Notice that there is a thing called "Diplasma", which is a parasite that snails are infected with during feeding."

Diplasma?

The first to last one, the emotions became even more excited, and it stopped abruptly:

"Shit! I still didn't consider it a little! That Vien who came out of the Southland was a clone!!! Ask him to locate the migration signpost, damn, he must have been...;"

"What do you mean!?" Fanning stared at the completely black screen, his face fluctuating violently.

Which signpost did Vincent refer to?

The one that he first got from the copper box in the Turner Museum of Art to be promoted to the Knower?

So what does this mean?

Fanning had personally visited the "Nine Gardens" and seen thousands of Vien's bodies. He also guessed that the Vien who returned to his country later, the Vien who drew the "Endless Fugue" signpost for Vincent before his death, was the real person.

So what does this mean?

Fanning twisted his neck back with some difficulty. The view below had become steep and wide. Thousands of people were crawling slowly like beans, but their faces were very homogeneous. Looking back and forth, there were only six or seven faces that Fanning was familiar with: Joan, Tokville, Jacob, Durk and himself.

Some of them were still arguing with Joan.

After a pool of more turbid color was rubbed out of Fanning's eyeballs, the pupils focused again, but they became facial features that he had never known and lacked recognition.

"Carlon, don't be distracted. Go up a few more steps. There is a flatter ground on top."

Joan's voice sounded in Fanning's ear again.

"You can see the lighthouse from this angle, but I feel like it looks wrong."

During the time when these two reminders were spoken, Fanning felt that his body senses moved forward several sections again in an unsmooth manner.

He was holding the rope and continued to climb. He also felt normal soreness and fatigue. However, it might take at least one or two minutes to cross the first few boulders, but he felt that he stood on it in less than ten seconds.

This relatively flat open space is not the highest point of the mountain range, but the second highest point. If we use an open palm as an analogy, the two are now about the thumb position, and the lighthouse is at the index finger position.

So the spatial distance is indeed relatively close, and it is the clearest one so far.

"What is this?"

Fanning frowned and looked into the distance, with his right hand across his eyebrows to block the raging wind and snow.

The entire towering stone lighthouse is wrapped in a huge, thick, translucent, slimy barrier that resembles an unknown biological tissue!

Its lower end is connected to the entire mountain range, as if it was born from it. Through the translucent barrier, you can see the dense red and black umbilical cords inside, as well as the constantly wriggling flesh and blood masses like organs.

The two looked at it for a long time in doubt.

The lighthouse was actually blocked by something?

With this thing, can we still get in? Will there still be a shelter inside?

"Don't worry, you can go in."

Suddenly, Mr. F's gentle voice floated from Fanning's left.

The two turned around suddenly, and Joan, who reacted faster, pulled Fanning back two steps and created a layer of purple current on the two.

"Haha, why are you so nervous."

The voice started again, but there was nothing in the open space on the left, only a turbid dark yellow sky with a blizzard rolling.

Fanning took Joan's hand off his arm, walked more than ten steps to the left, and stood on the edge of the cliff.

This is the left side.

Beyond the mountains, beyond the other side of the border of B-105, the direction that he had glanced at in a flash when he first flew up at 25:00.

The source of diffusion deeper into the abnormal area may be the direction of the "X coordinate".

The other party's voice came from this direction, too far away, and it takes some effort to distinguish.

Fanning's eyes passed through a large meaningless collection of colored pixels, staring at the farthest end of the void, where a large group of indescribable crimson things were squeezed, like a pile of ruins, a pile of limbs, a dangerous building, or a pile of collapsed text squeezed together, or just a depressing sound or smell.

He slowly said:

"It seems that you really don't know Shostakovich's music. You couldn't keep up with us. Your body seems to be at the 'X coordinate'. I'm really curious. What is this place? What is this thing that is far away from the lighthouse and deeper than B-105? Is your body like this, or are you trapped in it?"

Mr. F on the other side of the cliff laughed twice:

"Do you want to know? Have you changed your mind about going to the lighthouse? Speaking of which, Poglelich has always wanted to know the situation of the 'X coordinate'."

"Why don't you jump here and I'll try to catch you?"