musicians of old

Chapter 137 The Door

As soon as Fan Ning said this, the eyes of the two little girls showed a hint of fear.

He himself had a look of surprise on his face.

If every installation art exhibition hall here is circular, but here is a slightly deflated oval, it may indeed be artificially thickened later.

Maybe this trip really ran into the kind of urban legends or anecdotes that are often reported in the third-rate media? . Like, a dead body built into the wall or something?

Do you want to get it out of the way?

"You said, has the Special Patrol Office been here?" Fan Ning was lost in thought.

Now he gradually feels that, compared to those secret organizations that live in the shadows and hide and act all day long, what he is most taboo at the moment is the Special Patrol Office, and they are the first thing that comes to mind when thinking about any issue.

Thinking about the day after I crossed over, I was under their surveillance when I entered and exited the art museum, and was followed...

"Since they have taken away even the fragments of the audio series, it is impossible that the pile of overly conspicuous debris outside did not attract their attention," Sheeran analyzed slowly, "but I don't think they have any reason for this strange stench. I have never heard of it. The isolation effect of the secret ritual at the current stage is already so weak that even a low-ranking "key" like Qiong can detect it. If they found such a big difference, how could they not turn it all over? Where is Chaotian?"

Fan Ning nodded slightly to express his approval: "You mean, they didn't come in during the six months when the stench gradually became stronger. In other words, the time they last searched may have been quite a while since the last time I came here. It's time."

Sheeran followed and nodded: "We have no way of knowing the exact time, but when they came, there was either no smell here, or it was lighter than what you smelled last time. It is a reasonable level in a building that has been closed for a long time. Apart from taking away the fragments of the sound column, they must have searched the vicinity of this pile of debris, and even searched it as a key area because it was too strange. The effectiveness of the isolation is still at its peak or just beginning to decline, and their inspiration has not gained anything”

Fan Ning lowered his head and thought for a while: "Joan, can you find some construction workers or plasterers to come over? There don't need to be too many people, and the two are about the same. The main thing is that they must be credible, and they won't spread the word after explaining."

"Are you sure you want to open it?" Joan asked Fanning for confirmation. "People's words are not a problem. I can find a few more loyal gardeners who have served the family for generations."

"Make sure to open it." Fan Ning said, "I don't believe that the Special Inspection Office will never visit here again, it's just a matter of time..."

There may be secrets related to interests, and there may be unknown dangers, but it is not an option to wait passively now... This is my father's art gallery, and given the fact that I once got the "Endless Fugue" moving guidepost Experience, Fan Ning is still more inclined to the possibility of the former.

After nearly two hours, two plasterers with tools came to this room through the layers of debris.

At Fanning's behest, they smashed down several glass windows, then dug away the plaster on the walls, and smashed away the shallow cement with tools.

After the cement, there are naturally yellow-red wall bricks. The worker gave Fan Ning a questioning look and received a signal to continue.

The wall tiles were demolished, and then the cement. At this time, Fanning found that some of the cement fragments knocked down had holes, and there were also some fragments of precious stones in the residue on the ground, and there was a very small amount of purple in the air dust. Heterogeneous colors with white.

During this period, the two little girls said that they heard some kind of sharp and dense sound for a short time, but they still couldn't confirm whether it came from the front, because they couldn't tell whether the sound source came from the outside world or from their brains.

As the chisels went deeper, a piece of parchment fell out, but it was inevitably broken. When Fanning put it back together, he found that the outline of a lamp was drawn on it, but it was special. What is remarkable is that the painter filled its interior with quill ink, which appears to be pure black, without any detail except the outline.

"Joan's feeling is quite accurate." Fan Ning whispered aside, covering his nose, "There is indeed an altar inside this wall, but, do you know what kind of witness symbol is on it?"

A...black lamp?But this is just the Lord of Witness chosen by the person who arranged the secret ceremony, and it doesn't necessarily have anything to do with the things in the wall.

Xilan and Joan also covered their mouths and noses, shaking their heads blankly.

The current smell is already suffocating, and although covering the mouth and nose does not help at all, human hands always want to do something in this situation.

The two moved a little and stood behind Fan Ning. The current scene almost made the three of them mentally prepared for the workers to dig out a rotting corpse from the wall. Although the two girls were wise, But anticipating this kind of scene, I instinctively resist and feel timid.

But when the plasterer dug in to a depth of more than one meter, what everyone saw was not a corpse, but... a sealed black door.

It is not quite accurate to say that it is a door, it is only one meter wide and one and a half meters high, and the masons did not start the wall from the root of the wall, which means that it did not fall to the ground, but... hung in the air of the wall.

It's like a sealed window.

At this moment, Fanning was really puzzled.

After knocking out the shallow cement, there are wall bricks, and after the wall bricks are removed, there is cement again, and then there is a small door in this hidden interlayer, which naturally means that someone wanted to cover up the secret behind the door. To isolate the secret ritual, an additional wall was built outside, so the room changed from a circle to an ellipse.

If this is a secret passage, go in like this, walk six or seven meters deep...

Shouldn't it be another installation art exhibition hall across the street?

Under Fanning's command, the workers took some effort to break open the door, revealing a dark passage.

After the spiritual sense went in and found no abnormality, Fan Ning first reached out and touched the wall of the passage. It was rough and dry, and his fingers were not stained with any dirt.

Unexpectedly, this passage is quite clean and tidy, but it is different from Fanning's preconceived guess because of the stench.

No light?Could it be that the same door was left open on the mezzanine of the exhibition hall next door?

"Let's go in and have a look." Fan Ning put the lantern on hold, and climbed up with his hands.

The space inside is relatively spacious for people of normal stature. Although they cannot stand, they have a lot of room to move when squatting, lying down or turning around.

"I am with you."

After Fanning went in, he turned around and stretched out his hand, and then pulled Joan up who was trying to climb over.

The two squatted and moved forward ten small steps, a distance of about two meters.

The stench inside is neither stronger nor weaker than before, because it is already extremely disgusting, exceeding the upper limit of the nose.

Joan leaned out the lantern, ready to verify whether there is such an intercommunicating door in the installation art exhibition hall next door.

But it wasn't the door that the light shone through... it was a well.

"Help me hang the lantern on the mouth of the well first, I'll go down and take a look." After Fanning explained, he turned around and stepped down the steel stairs on his side.

Joan did as she was told, holding the lantern, and as Fanning's head faded into the gloom—

Sheeran yelled coldly from outside the door: "Caroun, Joan, what are you two doing in there!? Get out quickly!!"

　Thank you Qingluo for being a weak monthly ticket for the reward~Thank you for the monthly ticket for listening to the wind singing and jumping notes~
　　
　
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