Old-time musicians

Chapter 596 THANKS

"The door of the suction device."

"The door at the top of the Hui Tower, leading to the house, they think this door is the 'Dome Door', and the other door is the 'Suction Device Door', and they have seen it in person, are they sure?"

Fanning tried to recall the meaning of "suction device" and its connection with other things.

Some things that confused the former self, but because there was no way to solve them, they could only put them aside for the time being.

"It's just a name. They are trapped in the abnormal area and have gone completely crazy." Xilan put the stack of nitrate films with the words "Silence!" written on them one by one.

By the way, in Xilan's view, they are just "trapped" Fanning's brows are trapped in a tangled shadow.

Not only Xilan, the entire Guidance School is like this, and all other official organization personnel are like this.

The only one who witnessed the death of He Meng and Gang was Mr. La, and the only one who was told was Poglelich.

——Due to my own interference, two "real and fake Sylvia" appeared inexplicably, and one of them escaped lightly under the illusion set up by Mr. Wax, and her whereabouts are still unknown. The Special Patrol Office has always been very secretive about the deaths of the two people, and now it will not choose to report the true situation.

"Suction device"

"Double-disc fluke?"

The thin and gorgeous wine glass shattered with a "crash", and a trace of red flowed out from the gaps between Fanning's fingers.

Xilan looked at the thoughtful look on his face, sighed habitually, and did not persuade or blame him much, but pulled his arm to treat the wound cut by the glass.

Fanning thought of the steep mountain path below the lighthouse, the cold and thin air, the repetitive drum-like steps, and Vincent's penultimate memo before the phone shut down at 1% battery. It was a memo without a beginning or an end and completely irrelevant:

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

What is Vincent using this metaphor for? What is "Diplasma" equivalent to? Who is the snail equivalent to?

What kind of pathological process will occur after infection?

"Ding Dong--"

A pleasant bell sounded, and the pleated curtain on the wall was flipped up by the servant to form a small rectangular window.

"Sir, the show time you rented is up. Do you need to renew it? 5 shillings per hour."

"No."

Fanning came to his senses, picked up his luggage and stood up.

After meeting him outside the door, the other party was still trying his best to sell: "Really don't you want to try the latest film we introduced this year? Made by Khayam Film Company, it has a sound version and innovative picture quality, covering love, workplace, literature, suspense, horror and other categories. It will definitely be more immersive and experiential than the small workshop film you brought with you!"

Really? I'm afraid there is still a gap. When Hiran heard the last sentence, he secretly curled his lips in his heart and quickened his pace.

The gentle sunset fell on the body of the Pshor River Bridge, and the lights lit up one by one along the street. The two walked side by side, and the South Wharf District was in front.

"Aren't we going to Motlawn and Iges? Where are you taking me?"

When he got down to the other end of the bridge, Hiran asked doubtfully.

It should be a long journey, but from noon to afternoon, the two had not left the city of Uvlansell.

"If we repeat the previous 'collection route', it should be like this, walking more on the way." Fanning stared at the ground, holding the two straps of his backpack with both hands, "and the feeling in the mortal world is very good, making people want to talk more with the world of the new calendar year 916."

"Well, it's still your explanation style." Xilan turned his head to look at him, "There are many people who want to talk to you, and the list of conversations arranged next is already very long. By the way, did Senior Sister Roy reply to you?"

Fanning suddenly smiled helplessly, and after considering it, he still stroked the lamp pole at the end of the bridge with his palm in the air, making the light gray wrought iron show light golden handwriting.

Letters sent and received

"I'm back. I'm sorry I haven't replied for a long time. I've read all the unread letters carefully this time.

But you don't have to rush to find me for the time being. The situation outside is complicated. It's better to stay in the Holy City. The Harvest Art Festival is approaching. After arranging what should be arranged and doing the preparations that should be done, we will go to Janus to meet you. Keep in touch."

"Ah! A surprise on a gloomy rainy day! Mr. Fanning finally showed up. I hope he's safe!

But I'm not in a hurry? Living here is very pleasant. San Perto is the best city to live in in any sense. In the past year or so, I have tasted a lot of delicious food, visited many interesting scenic spots, attended many art salons, art exhibitions, concerts and religious activities, and made many, many new friends."

So who is in a hurry? Shilan hasn't figured it out yet, and the handwriting gradually faded.

The steamships and airships kept complaining with rumbling sounds, the haggard artists wandered in the bookstores on the left bank, and the clustered cafes were filled with tipsy laughter.

After walking for more than an hour, the two boarded the dock, and Fanning bought two first-class tickets to the Motlawn area.

On the boat, the door of the tavern with flowers was pushed open.

The setting sun lingered by the French window.

"Do you need me to drink with you?" Xilan asked.

"Whatever, order what you like."

"Then just help me order the same."

"Sweet white wine from Gabeville, 6 small bottles." Fanning nodded, took the menu handed over by the waiter, and turned it directly to the back corner. "There is a lovely cooperative restaurant here that sells a stew that I like, which is also added with juniper and white wine, as well as a kind of smooth cut pickles and thin and crispy black pepper sausages. Let's have one portion first."

"Your tone makes me think it's Joan." Shilan commented on the opposite side.

The waiter thanked him and left after receiving the tip. At this time, Shilan asked again: "Carlon, are you sure that they won't find our whereabouts with this level of disguise?"

The two of them disguised themselves to a certain extent, enough so that ordinary people could not associate them with famous people, but it did not include mysterious means.

"Oh, you're still thinking about Owen." Fanning used his left hand to pinch the gauze wrapped around the glass scratch on his right hand, "Discover the 'whereabouts'? ​​Then, what to do?"

"I hope the methods of these people under the leadership of Poglerich can be more sophisticated and more difficult to see through. If they still stay in the past tense, as an 'opponent', I will be very disappointed."

"Woo!!"

The steamship uttered a high-pitched engine sound.

The river surface, jumping with broken spots of light, was cut open inch by inch by its huge body.

The cabin swayed gently, and the girl's face was as radiant as amber wine.

The journey of the world.

Fanning continued to sigh with melancholy: "I am just an artist of an unofficial organization. Regarding the current situation and interests, the Special Patrol Office should have more confidential information, a clearer position, and more professional expertise than me. If you don't understand the 'art of artists', you should understand a little bit of 'art of struggle', right? Otherwise, this broken world is really hopeless."

When his words gradually reached the second half-

Under Sheeran's unexpected gaze, the candles on the rose crystal candlesticks beside the two experienced an abnormally fast melting process.

The boiling wax liquid flowed down and began to slowly creep on the wooden table.

"Mr. Wax?" Sheeran's expression became solemn.

They gradually twisted and deformed, solidifying into a common colloquialism in the Hoffman language:

"THANKS"