musicians of old

Chapter 167 Another Door (4K [-]-in-[-])

On the other side of the bridge, the originally faint sound of sirens became more and more audible.

"Hiran, get rid of these people first."

This matter involves both his own art museum and the Special Patrol Office. If he enters the field of vision of the Police Security Bureau, he will also enter the field of vision of the Special Patrol Office. After thinking about it, Fan Ning proceeded cautiously.

The headlights of six or seven motorcycles protruded from the slope, and the leading policeman saw the black figure standing in front of him, and was about to fire a warning shot into the sky, but found that he couldn't concentrate, and his arms couldn't move for several seconds. Did not lift up.

"Guide the School of Action." A soft and calm voice sounded, and the colorful rotating lights reflected the girl's delicate face.

"Anyone who knows?..." The policeman was stunned. After thinking for a few seconds, he gave a slight salute, then walked forward slowly, and saw the ID card that the girl held out.

According to management regulations, when official organizations investigate and deal with mysterious incidents, if they are not ordered to assist, they have no right to investigate.

The motorcycles turned around one after another. When Xilan walked back to the car that had rushed halfway through the bridge, he found the scene in front of him a little strange.

The driver's car door, which was broken, swayed twice and then quickly fell into the river. Benjamin sat sideways, with his feet sticking out of the car, smoking a half cigar, and looking at the black river flowing under his feet.

The car body is like a seesaw, in a state of delicate balance, swinging slightly.

In the dark night, the other two stood by the bridge, looking at the figure sitting in the air.

A scene of enthusiastic passers-by persuading a man who commits suicide and jumps into a river.

A moment later Joan opened the trunk of the car, and the three of them saw five bundles of canvas scrolls, but nothing else.

The number is small and the size is also small. Compared with the spacious space of the trunk, it looks empty.

"I didn't expect that I guessed wrong." Fan Ning sneered, looking at the figure sitting in the dangling driving seat smoking a cigarette, "Why, you still have a certain artistic taste, not the kind that refuses everyone? I Thought you'd fill it up..."

Sheeran's blood pressure was obviously rising along with Fanning, and his expression and tone were full of sarcasm: "The Turner Art Museum still has about [-] oil paintings in its collection, and Mr. Benjamin's vision is quite picky in terms of proportion. "

"Only these few are useful and useful." Benjamin still had a strong nasal voice, "However, my tolerance for garbage colors is gradually increasing. To save time, it's a pity that I didn't burn the rest of the paintings. The action is still too slow. Look Come on, I'm going to lose my money"

"Broken money?" Fanning was a little annoyed by his wording at first, but then he became confused by what he said later.

He found that he seemed unable to follow the logic of this lunatic investigator.

"If you can save money, who wants to spend more money..." Benjamin took a few puffs of his cigar, his tone relaxed and helpless, "But I don't want to be forced to jump by you...Damn it, this Pushore The surface of the river is full of oil, garbage and old dung, you should ask a price."

After speaking, he waved his right hand, the cigarette butt fell into the river, and the trajectory of the spark was swallowed up by darkness.

Obviously, he couldn't take anything with him in the current situation, and in this awkward position, he couldn't expect to be able to slowly move back to the bridge deck decently under the pistols and curse marks of the three of them.

But he can jump.

As a knowledgeable person who has been promoted to the middle rank and studies the two aspects of "candle" and "barren" at the same time, he always has his own means, so that he will not fall to death or drown.

Fan Ning and his party could keep the painting, but they couldn't keep him.

"... Make a price?..." Fan Ning only felt that this matter was getting more and more absurd. He couldn't understand this guy's behavior, but at this moment his appeal was so reasonable.

Benjamin leaned forward, took out a wallet from the foot of the cab, and sat in mid-air, solemnly beginning to count the banknotes.

"Will 200 pounds allow me to crawl back out of the car?"

"It seems that you are not crazy?" Fan Ning retracted the pistol, and kept switching sides with the Sun Guidance in his hand, "It's interesting, the Harmony School beat the Bologna School at the graduation concert, the investigator of the Special Inspection Office And put together the Harmonization School...I thought that was the case, but now the 'phantom' in custody slipped around and went back, who would have thought that this investigator would have joined the Harmony School..."

"May the Harmony School become the biggest winner?" He jokingly smiled, "You really acted like that at the beginning - the Special Inspection Office is always doing the right thing? ... But speaking of it, since you can be sent out by the Special Inspection Office The containment of the 'phantom' shows that they were still holding on to this motive in the beginning to manipulate the qualifications for the premiere of the graduation concert. The teachers and students in the school are just pawns in the game between your two forces..."

"Mr. Fanning, I haven't found a single one of your judgments that is completely correct." Benjamin began to comment on Fanning's words one by one in order, as if talking to himself slowly, "First of all, I am now, in your In the eyes of this group of people, most of them are crazy. Of course, it is you who are really crazy about your brains... Then I joined the Harmonization School long ago, and there is no such thing as a Harmony School...

"The last 'phantom man' didn't have anything to do, slipped around and went back. The pipe ritual vessel is not my personal property. It was sealed up in the morning after being taken into custody, and it is now perfectly placed in the seal room of the special patrol building. ..."

"...You have lost the ability to judge things, which fully shows that you have brain problems and are in a very dangerous state, and you need some life-saving knowledge." Benjamin took out a cigar again, and glanced at Fan with concern. Ning glanced at it with pity and sincerity, "Can I borrow a lighter if it's convenient? Just after the lighter was lit, my hand shook and fell off."

...This guy's speech and behavior still feel a little abnormal.

Fan Ning asked with interest: "Oh? You didn't join the Harmony School? Then what have you been doing these days? Performing characteristic performance art on behalf of the Special Inspection Office?"

During Fanning's questioning, the cigarette butt in Benjamin's hand lit up for no reason, and wisps of smoke wafted out.

"Thank you...but I still want to say that it's really hard to communicate with you people." Benjamin shook his head slowly, "The Harmony School doesn't need that kind of rigid joining process, as long as you really see the truth of the 'fountain in the painting', If you aspire to be a pioneer or a martyr who leads mankind to ascend, then you will naturally become one of us..."

"As for the 'Phantom Man'? It's none of my business. That thing is used by the Special Inspection Office to occupy the climbing path of the 'Broken Key's Gate' used by your Guidance School. We are not interested in it, only the Special Inspection Office is boring The guy, apart from looking for the illusory wreckage of the Qiyuan God every day, he is clamoring to strengthen the control of those who know, it's none of his business?... If everyone learns to use 'none of my shit' and 'none of your shit' Solve the problem, then the world will definitely be much cleaner..."

When Benjamin said this, two streams of smoke slowly spewed out from his nostrils: "For your excuse, I casually shared some truths with you...Then for the sake of curing your brain, do you want to promise me?" 200 lbs, let me climb out and go home from the bridge...Damn, this river stinks."

Fanning stared at him with a puzzled, thoughtful expression on his face.

The ex-investigator seemed to be speaking in an orderly manner, but in fact it was obviously mixed with crazy words.

But there is a huge amount of information in it, which Fan Ning didn't know before!

Judging from what Benjamin said earlier, he was on behalf of the special inspection hall to contain the "phantom" at the graduation concert, and he rescued himself and the two principals, and then handed in the pipe ritual after completing the task... At this time, he should be A normal special patrol agency investigator.

But after thinking about it further, Fan Ning's doubts emerged one after another.

Could it be that he had a mental problem when he investigated the "Fountain in Painting" of the Harmony School?
The Special Patrol Office is looking for the illusory remains of the Qiyuanshen... What is the Qiyuanshen?
The "Gate of Broken Keys" turned out to be the core hidden knowledge mastered by the Guidance School?Is the Special Patrol Office going to occupy this climbing path?What is a climbing path?How can we squeeze it out?
The "Phantom Man" is actually related to the "Gate of the Broken Key"?Is this a key? ...and what about Joan's stated spiritual state?Could this be the key to the "Gate of Broken Keys"?

If the main reason for the above-mentioned questions is mainly because of Fan Ning's limited grasp of hidden knowledge, then he can't figure out the next point at all:

Assuming Benjamin wasn't lying, the Consonanceists aren't interested in "The Broken Key Gate" and "The Illusionary Man," so why would they perform an evil ritual at the graduation concert? ——If this point is interpreted as the leader of the underground party is Sylvia, and Sylvia is a member of the Special Inspection Office. There was a threat of the Conciliation School in his memory, and they did have plans for Joan, so it didn't make sense.

"Mr. Fanning, if you want to add more money, just say so. You have been thinking about the 200 pounds for five minutes."

Benjamin saw that Fanning was staring at him as if thinking, and reminded him aloud.

Fan Ning came back to his senses: "You've been rambling so much, so why are you stealing my paintings?"

"Mr. Fanning, you are very ill." Benjamin shrugged, causing the car to shake even more for a moment.

"Didn't I say that? First of all, those few pictures are useful and useful. Second, I refrained from burning the rest because I am tolerant. Third, why should I spend money if I can do it?"

"Oh? Oh..." Fanning has calmed down by now.

Benjamin's remarks were first arrogant, then criminal, and finally shameless. In Fanning's opinion, they were worse than those malicious art critics, but he was crazy after all.

Fan Ning showed a funny smile: "Okay, then tell me, why are the other [-] or so paintings not working?"

"Colors, mainly because of the colors, don't you think, those colors are rubbish and disgusting? Like those paintings I burned at Prudence's auction house... oh my god, just the memories cost me Great courage, the green leaves of Marais's still life are like worms crawling, the purple of the tablecloth is like a stinky rag stuffed into my mouth and nose; the blue sky of Courmière makes me see It's like someone is beating a gong in my ear, goosebumps are coming up, and that Clovid painting the sun, damn... that red tone makes me feel nauseous, ah, I can't take it anymore!!—”

Benjamin suddenly let go of the burning cigar, grabbed his chest and neck tightly with both hands, and tensed up like a bow.

"Wow--"

The filth vomited out of his mouth and nose in jets.

"Wow--" "Wow--" "Wow--"

He swayed back and forth in the driver's seat, shaking the car to the point of falling, and Fanning was so frightened that he hurriedly took out the canvas roll from the trunk.

The three were stunned.

Who would have thought that what he said, "I felt sick after watching it" was literally?
Benjamin vomited more dirt first and then less. He vomited for a full minute, feeling like he was about to pull out his stomach and intestines. When he looked up again, his face was covered with snot and tears, and he was panting heavily.

He cleared his throat, and spit out a few mouthfuls of saliva: "For someone who has already seen the essence of beauty, this experience is more uncomfortable than killing me...Thanks to Vincent, a great artist...he finally I have drawn several works that are close to the truth, which will definitely help me open the 'gate of seven lights'..."

...is the name of another door.Fan Ning tentatively asked: "...What does the Gate of Seven Lights mean?"

Responding to him was Benjamin retching again.

The former investigator became moody and yelled aggressively at the three people standing by the bridge: "Carolne Van Ning, I warn you, don't let me see those garbage paintings in your art gallery again, otherwise I will burn them to the ground! You blind idiots!!"

"Who are you saying is blind? Who allowed you to go to an art gallery, shameless!"

Joan was implicated in pointing at her nose and cursing, with an angry expression on her face, she was about to take a step forward to reason with him, but Fan Ning grabbed her arm and pulled her back.

"What's the fuss with a lunatic?" Sheeran whispered.

Fan Ning shook his head, looked down at the five paintings in his hands, untied the binding ropes, and slowly unfolded them one by one.

""Twilight and Wall on the Top of the Mountain", 70x90cm, oil on canvas, signed Vincent Van Ning. The main color is more golden."

""The Perspective of Snake and Scorpion", 40x50cm...The main color is purple."

""The Abyss Seen in a Certain Mood", 40x50cm, oil on canvas, signed Vincent Van Ning. The main color is cyan."

""The River of Silver Mirror", 70x90cm... the main color is silver."

""Creative sketches about extremely asymmetric containers", 40x50cm... sketch, black and gray."

Joan looked at the sparse and weak gas lights on the bridge: "Caroun, did your father draw this? I think it is really beautiful, even that sketch is full of light and shade and the temptation of light and shadow." .”

Fanning squinted his eyes. He really felt that the colors in these paintings were used to a certain degree, and the paints were blended just right like the stars returning to their place. Any slight disturbance of the balance would immediately eclipse them. The vigorous strokes are rolling, spinning and singing.

None of these paintings have been publicly displayed in the gallery. Among them, two, three, and five have been kept in the storage room. The first and fourth are hung in his father's office. Fanning saw it when he first visited the art gallery last year, but the light is brighter than the current night. It's even darker, and I didn't grasp the spiritual sense at the time, and I was focusing on deciphering the fragments of the sound sequence, and I didn't find this kind of heightened beauty.

But at this moment, it seemed that colorful bubbles rose in his mind, and then exploded like fireworks.

Joan asked again: "...but is there anything special about this compared to other paintings in the Turner Museum?"

"The main color of the phase?" Sheeran speculated.

"It's possible." Fan Ning tried to list them one by one. "Golden yellow is candle, purple is key, blue is ember, silver is wild sketch? Black, white and grey, is this considered evolution?"

Then
There are only five pieces here, and judging from the corresponding relationship, "cocoon" and "pool" are missing.

"You burned "Green Night"?" Fanning's heart moved, and he tentatively asked Benjamin a question, referring to this painting that may also have problems, and seeing how Benjamin reacted.

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