musicians of old

Chapter 171 Entering the Secret Door (4K [-]-in-[-])

The extremely rare hot situation on the billing day made all media, big and small, wait and see.

Around ten o'clock, the ticket hall was surrounded by people carrying bags and equipment inside and outside the ticket hall - the media with various negative comments in the report last night were impressively listed, and the one rushing to the front was Macaulay, the editor-in-chief of "The Hustle", predicts that the Saint Lania Symphony Orchestra will be the last box office box office.

It is inevitable that the article that has been circulated will be slapped in the face.
Such a comparison shows the changes before and after, and those head art media, who were restrained in speech before and acted steadily since then, have indeed shown their self-restraint and demeanor.

At [-]:[-], the music fans who were still in line, especially those in the middle and rear, became uneasy and had several unpleasant quarrels.

The concert hall sent staff to the back of the line and began to inquire about the fans' demand for tickets, and regretfully informed the fans who wanted to buy this concert later that it might be pointless to wait any longer.

Even so, these people were disappointed and were still inquiring about the pre-sale of the record.

At eleven o'clock, the concert hall added three temporary queuing channels again, and the seven lines of queues were together, and the digestion speed was accelerated again.

The time was fixed at 8:1 am on August [-]st.

The 21 seats of the St. Lania Symphony Orchestra concert, which had a 2760-day ticket sales period, were sold out within half a day of the ticketing day!
From this moment on, the scene returned to the normal way of previous years: occasionally a small team was formed, usually scattered.

The news spread extremely fast. An hour later, there was a knock on the door of Professor Commons's office.

The voice was loud and urgent, and there seemed to be more than one urging sound of "open the door quickly".

Who is so loud?The old professor locked the door by himself, and looked up from the mountain of books at this moment, with surprise and impatience on his face.

Now we are in the process of preparing for the replacement of personnel in the orchestra, the calculation of assessment results, the inclusion of new members, the mutual flow of regular members and substitute members, the cooperation of soloist concerto performances, the appointment and dismissal of chief vocalists, and all kinds of door-to-door favors. Yes, there are students, parents of students, acquaintances and friends, and some relatives who have greeted other professors of the School of Music.

Regardless of the number of places for any type of event, the number of orchestras will be double digits every year. Compared with the number of people in the entire university, it is indeed a practical experience with a very high gold content.

Students who are good enough are fine, but more people who want to join are non-music majors who are half-baked or music majors. Trying to do a concerto with the orchestra at some college event is annoying.

According to the spicy style of the old professor when he was young, this kind of cooperation proposal is like using good seasoning and side dishes and superb cooking skills to encourage himself to stew shit.

The matter of the chief is even more subtle. After graduation, more than half of the seats are vacant, but the performances cannot be interrupted, so many musicians who were second in the past have temporarily moved forward. This does not mean a formal appointment, but Once a person has a sense of gain, it is almost fatal to take it away. Several interim chiefs who are not satisfied with themselves don't know how to deal with it.

There is also... the problem of the performance of the art festival. Although an agreement was reached on the adoption of a radical plan in the end, when the pressure of public opinion in the art world hits the face, the feeling is another matter.

With various complicated emotions, Commons frowned and stood up to open the door.

As soon as the doorknob was turned open, he found a dozen or so people standing in the corridor.

"Mr. Principal?"

Headed by Sternike and Huxley, there are several familiar professors who are excited.

"Where's Carlone Van Ning?" asked Headmaster Sternike.

"It's sold out! Mr. Superintendent! It's sold out!" Vice Principal Huxley rolled up a pile of newspapers and slapped his other palm.

"What's sold out?" Commons saw Principal Sternike no more than three times a year. Seeing that he was here today, he had a vague premonition in his heart, but he couldn't believe it.

Didn't this just come out today?

Commons had long been prepared to watch the sales progress every night and suffer for twenty days in a row.

"Concert tickets! Sold out!"

"Tickets sold out!?"

"Sold out!"

"immediately?."

"Now!." The dialogue between the two gradually broke and repeated.

"All the VIP tickets are sold out?"

"The VIP tickets are all sold out!!" Huxley grabbed his sleeve and asked again, "Where is Carlon? He doesn't know yet, right? Go tell him!"

"...Oh yes, he should be rehearsing." Commons hurriedly looked at the time, "He usually ends after one o'clock every day, let's go, I'll take everyone there."

From the office here to the rehearsal hall, you need to go down three floors and bypass a corridor. More than a dozen people hurried there, and Professor Commons opened the door a minute later: "Professor Fanning, students are taking a break." Woolen cloth?"

The lights were bright, but it was empty. Only the assistant conductor Kaprun sat in front of the piano and buried himself in writing, leaving everyone with thin hair on the back of their heads.

Professor Commons felt dazzled, took off the thick glass glasses, took out a handkerchief to wipe them and put them on again: "Where are people? Why is there no one?"

"No one?..." Kaprun hurriedly got up, his tone a little unconfident, "I...I'm here."

"Where are the others? Callon didn't come here today?" Sternike asked.

"Principal... He ended the rehearsal early today, and asked everyone to disband at ten o'clock."

Everyone looked at each other.

Does he know what's going on at the scene on ticket counting day today?
"What's the matter? Was it on purpose? I'm getting more and more confused about this guy's behavior." Huxley smiled wryly.

Fan Ning was indeed not very clear about the situation. When the show ended at ten o'clock, the media from the imperial capital had just arrived at the ticket counting site.

At this moment, he was standing with Sheeran and Joan in the installation art circular exhibition hall of the Turner Art Museum.

The stench filled the air again, the plaster and wall bricks had been smashed open again, the black and old small door had been opened, hanging in the mid-air of the interlayer of the wall.

Joan re-arranged the isolation secret with the room as the boundary, and the invisible inspiration barrier showed a purple circle under the spiritual sense, and condensed into a thick shell on the doors and windows-it is unrealistic to explore absolute secrecy Yes, this may not be able to stop the well-prepared and knowledgeable, but it is enough to stop the ignorant and make them unaware that there is something strange in this room.

Over the past month or so, the three of them have discussed this matter countless times, and they can't remember many specific and detailed discussion processes.

Although the tone of each discussion is to speculate based on newly acquired information and rationally weigh risks, everyone later found out that rational discussions are just to persuade themselves to satisfy their curiosity and thirst for knowledge.

Sheeran pointed out this point twice, and Fanning also pointed it out twice, but the result was nothing more than pushing the progress into the next rational discussion cycle.

At this moment today, the three of them are standing here with sufficient self-knowledge: everyone no longer denies the deep-seated motivation of serving knowledge, and at the same time confirms that the current preparations are relatively sufficient, and mutual care can reduce many risks .

Perhaps this is just like what Fanning felt when investigating Viern's deeds before: the auspicious feathers hidden behind the history of the secret door are as fascinating as the smell of precious old red wine hidden in the cellar.

All three of them carried bags, and Fanning also carried a crowbar that was specially treated and was more practical in underground exploration.

He supported the passage wall with his hands, jumped up first, and after pulling the two of them up, he probably closed the secret door from the inside.

The mouth of the well is right next to it. At this time, everyone is crowded in the passageway that is more than two meters long and neither wide nor narrow, and counts the items in the package for this trip again, including water bottles, candies, candles, lantern boxes, binoculars, Sample bag, flashlight and lanyard etc.

Sheeran took out two more small black boxes. The first box contained a dark circle half the size of a palm. Under the light of the flashlight, three bubble-like objects could be seen near the center of the circle. Appears slowly and then ruptures and disappears, repeating this cycle.

Ritual "Alert Record": About ten years ago, a record collector in Uflandsell suffered a cardiac arrest due to extreme fright. When the Guidance School searched his home, he stripped this small piece from the interlayer of a normal record. The disc, it can show signs of life with extraordinary factors around it, which brings a certain risk and prompts practicality.But after being exposed to it too frequently, people's fright threshold will gradually decrease to an incomprehensible level. The reason why the former owner was scared to death was because his cat accidentally broke a coffee cup.

In the second small box is a bundle of scroll paintings similar to those that have been gathered. The scroll is as black as lacquer, and the back of the cloth is dense purple.

Ritual vessel "Holy Curtain": Guidance School has its own inventory. It is said that in a certain period of withered and hard-to-find history, it has hindered the passage of a certain high-level existence in various senses.After reciting the appropriate secret biography, it can create a plane that temporarily cuts off all conceptual and substantive interactions on both sides. In the records of previous years, some users encountered some incomprehensible things very rarely. Linking interaction events seems to be a reverse effect.

Several people discussed the strategy of going down the well. Due to the existence of the escalator on the side of the well, there is no need for ropes and other equipment. In order to prevent some accidents and disperse, the three decided to go down together and no longer separate one person to guard the top. .

The two little girls put on long clothes and trousers that are more convenient for movement today. Fanning blew out the candles and put them back in his pockets. He was the first to climb down the escalator so that he could deal with the situation in the unknown space below. In the middle, Sheeran is on top.

These escalators are not connected ladders in the true sense, but many U-shaped "railings" embedded in the well wall, which can be stepped on or held by hands. The material feels between metal and wood. A section of darkness stretches down below.

The soles of the three of them continuously made the sound of stepping on the railing. When Xilan's hair disappeared from the top of the well, Fanning had already descended to a depth of more than five meters. At this moment, he felt that the hot temperature had cooled down a little.

The downward climb continued, and the escalator felt cold and smooth. There was no other greasy and dirty dirt, only a fine layer of dust accumulated on the hands.

During the period, Fan Ning also reached out and touched the wall of the well. From the texture of the cracks, he could confirm that it was made of stone bricks, but there was no moss or anything like that, and it was not damp at all. This made Fan Ning feel that this well-shaped well The cylindrical space does not look like a well in the true functional sense.

The endless darkness under his feet made Fan Ning's heart beat a little faster. It was obviously a very stable escalator, without any swaying, and the physical consumption was not too great, but Fan Ning couldn't help but put his hand on the biggest escalator every time he moved down a block. Grip strength, as if afraid that something underneath would drag him down.

But at least from the point of view of spiritual perception, there is neither abnormal perception nor warning of danger.

"I seemed to hear that sound again just now." Joan said suddenly during the climbing process.

"Voice?" Fanning kept moving his hands and feet, and the echoes of the conversation between the two overlapped in this long and narrow space.

"I heard it too..." Sheeran said at the top, "It was the sound we heard when we stayed in the event hall on the first floor on the day of the graduation ceremony, before we discovered the existence of the secret door."

Fanning remembered: "Like a dense sound made by some kind of sharp object? Strange, I haven't heard it before, and I still haven't heard it now."

What is the difference between Sheeran and Joan?Or, is this a kind of polluting raving from an inexplicable existence, shielded by some of my own characteristics?
"As long as you feel that something is wrong, you must speak up immediately." Fanning reminded.

"Understood... I haven't found it yet. I feel that this has always been pure noise."

In the process of descending, the smell has always maintained a strong level, but there is no sense of shortness of breath, which means that there is either a vent somewhere, or the space is large enough to consume oxygen for the three of them in a short period of time To a negligible extent, and in the absence of other sources of biological consumption or contamination.

The temperature is obviously getting colder and colder. At first, the tight clothes of the few people were a little stuffy, and the skin sweated a lot, but now the moisture has evaporated, and the body feels dry and cool, making people feel the feeling of autumn in advance.

There is nothing strange about this. In a place similar to a basement structure, it is quite normal for the temperature difference to exceed ten degrees. However, Fan Ning felt that the well seemed a bit too deep. Now there are [-] steps. According to the distribution density of about half a meter, the current position of the three people is already [-] meters deep.

"Caroun, why did you stop?" After dozens of steps, Joan accidentally stepped on Fanning's hand on the escalator.

"There's something on the side of the well here," said Fanning.

Between the two bricks on his left, a bronze-like twisted object protruded.

Joan squatted down above his head, and after illuminating it with a flashlight, he could see that it was in the shape of a groove.

"Candlestick?" Fan Ning saw that the bronze hollow flower decorations around the groove were very complicated, stacked unevenly and densely, and some places were stained with red or white marks - because people's subconscious will place the protruding part of the object Associating with facial features, it looks like a deadpan face with red eyes, red nose, and white lips.

What weird aesthetic style?Fanning couldn't figure it out, but he said aloud, "Joan, turn off the flashlight, it's too short-lived."

He hooked the escalator with his arm, and fumbled behind with the other hand. He took out one of more than twenty small tallow candles and put it in this groove. The temperature slowly reversed and the wick ignited.

After walking down the dark vertical passage for a long time, even though Fanning had a strong sense of spirituality, his vision was a bit oppressive. After a candle was placed on the wall, the light of the fire slightly relieved the discomfort.

After the candle was lit, Joan spoke the next moment:
"Caron, there seems to be something behind you"

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