musicians of old

Chapter 179 Don't Open Your Eyes! (4K [-]-in-[-])

"Close your eyes?"

Joan stood on tiptoe and lightly touched Fanning's forehead with her fingertips: "Do you have a fever?"

In an underground building full of horrible things, if there is darkness in front of your eyes, you will give up your only weak sense of security - imagine lingering in the dark, turbulent and endless sea, and the small boat you are in is still abandoned …

Seeing that Fan Ning seemed to be deep in thought after finishing speaking, Joan curled her lips again and said: "...In all the horror books I read before, the protagonist's nightmare-like experience reached the final stage, and finally he gave up resistance and screamed , then closes eyes in desperation', and then the story generally comes to an end or stops... you mean we've now..."

Sheeran interrupted Joan's words: "Callon, since you proposed a certain measure or method, have you guessed what is probably inside?"

Fanning came back to his senses: "No, I don't know what's in it, and I don't know where it leads."

Facing the eager eyes of the two girls, he quickly explained: "I was thinking about how the mutation in the underground building happened, why those strange paints, plasters, specimens and dolls suddenly came to life... At first I naturally think that this is purely due to the 'intrusion of outsiders' - the few of us living people entering the ancient monuments that have not been visited for hundreds of years will inevitably disturb the unknown dormant things in it."

"But after picking up the "Octogonium Codex" in my arms, the words on the desktop reminded me of all the previous investigations..."

"The strange records about colors and feelings in the medical records of the old organist in Viern..."

"The blood red question mark drawn by Ms. Hamilton on the poor file of the workhouse of that time..."

"Benjamin's unbearable color and the pursuit of special paintings after going crazy..."

He also turned his head and glanced at the paint monster attached to the invisible plane: "—so, I suspect that the pollution of the 'Fountain of Painting' to people starts from the eyes!"

"...Start with the eyes?" Sheeran seemed to understand something when she heard this: "For example, how do you feel about colors?"

"That's right, this kind of pollution is gradual, and the speed will vary depending on the depth of people's contact or the strength of their resistance..." Fan Ning nodded.

"At the beginning of the symptoms, people just feel that when they look at the colors of ordinary things, they seem to have a little aesthetic pickiness or dissatisfaction, and they start to marvel at the color matching of some special works of art, and then, They feel disgusted by what they see every day, first psychologically, then physically - not only visual discomfort with color, but also 'synesthesia' discomfort, such as whispering in the ear, tingling in the skin , feeling suffocated, and even some weirder discomforts, such as the 'feeling of being eaten' mentioned by Viern, such as Benjamin vomiting until he vomited bile..."

"At this stage, the polluted person will take some uncontrollable behaviors that are unbelievable to others, such as the old organist piercing his eyeballs with utensils, such as Benjamin suddenly yelling at the auction house while watching the exhibition. Crazy burning painting..."

"And the final result of the pollution is probably 'to see the holy spring'..." Fan Ning tried his best to restrain his urge to read the confusing words behind the small picture frame again.

"I noticed this reference to 'seeing the Holy Spring' as early as in the prayer Fabian recited at the graduation concert, and I heard it one after another later... At first I thought it was a symbolic meaning like 'insight into the truth', but now Looking at it, it seems to have a literal meaning..."

"These polluted people will desperately describe, describe, appreciate, and worship the image of the 'fountain of painting', they will start to seek those colors that are normal to them, and they will collect the so-called 'beautiful pigments' ' or 'artistically attained' paintings, those with knowledge will also devote themselves to finding and opening the 'gate of seven lights' that is closely connected with him...

"As for the poor people in the hospital where the art museum was originally located more than [-] years ago, we have no way of knowing the details of what happened to them, but the result is that they followed the guidance of pollution and participated in or created an unknown and ancient sacrifice. Vigorously changing and dissolving in pain and joy, they finally transmuted into colorful paints—compared with their original appearance, these paints were closer to the image of the "spring in the painting", which is why they "see the holy spring" 'The way."

Hearing this, Hiran looked up thoughtfully and asked, "So, since the pollution starts with 'what the eyes see' and ends with 'seeing the holy spring'...we can safely avoid these things by closing our eyes. Live paint and objects?"

Fan Ning shook his head: "No, it's already too late, we have inadvertently investigated a lot of incidents about the 'Fountain in the Painting', although it may not be as direct as Benjamin, but some subtle changes may have been unconscious happened...In addition, after entering the secret door, we have witnessed a large number of these 'beautiful' pigments, and a series of mutations have occurred..."

Joan said: "Caroun, I probably understand. You think that the deformed monster that was temporarily blocked by the "Holy Curtain" is irreversible, and some of the pollution we have suffered before may be difficult to wash away...but this stone door After all, we may be able to avoid further pollution by closing our eyes?…”

"That's right. My only doubt is that I can't tell whether this is reality or an illusion, but it doesn't matter. For things on the mysterious side, they don't need logic to kill us or transform us. Be a monster, kill for real, or transform for real..."

"Well, I can accept your conjecture rationally, but I really don't dare to step in the darkness, who knows what's inside, who knows where it will lead..." Joan couldn't help shivering when she said this.

"If you think about it this way, the few of us are exhausted, and if we really want to encounter some unknown and terrifying existence again, can you change the situation by opening your eyes? The more realistic situation is just—closing your eyes may be useful, and opening them Eyes are basically useless, there may be a way ahead, there is nowhere to escape..."

"I agree." Sheeran nodded determinedly, "Let's give it a try... that's the only way..."

"Okay..." Joan's voice was still shaking.

After several explanations and discussions, another ten minutes passed, and the invisible wall at the door of the room that blocked the deformed paint balls might persist for more than an hour, or it might disappear at any time.

"Close your eyes first... Joan, don't cover your face, but close your eyes." Fan Ning watched Joan Yiyan finish, and then turned to look at Xilan.

Her immature face was still calm, she took a deep look at herself, then slowly closed her eyes, her eyelashes still trembling slightly.

Fan Ning put the crowbar behind his back, took a deep breath, walked to the stone door and bent over.

Feeling the icy coolness coming from his hands, he closed his eyes and pushed hard to one side.

A heavy boom sounded.

"Caron, we can't get separated." Sheeran said at this moment.

"That's right, I'm holding you in the middle." Fanning said, "Remember... in order to eliminate the interference of unknown existence, I will gently squeeze your hands twice from time to time, and you have to respond to me within three seconds...except Outside of hands, we try not to have any other physical contact, Joan, don't jump up out of fear, we can't be sure it's you."

"Obviously I understand..." Joan's voice turned into tears, "I'll rush after I get out..."

Two warm little hands were handed over to Fanning's. They were a little stiff at first, and then slowly relaxed.

He took two steps forward and stepped across the threshold.

There was nothingness and darkness, and the air was eerily silent.

"What about the door?" Hiran asked softly.

"Even if it's closed, the gap won't be able to stop the ball of paint. If the "Holy Curtain" is really going to fail immediately, and that deformed monster is really so smart and efficient, we are doomed anyway."

Although Fanning spoke frankly, he felt a chill down his back.

It cannot be ruled out that the invisible wall created by the sacrificial vessel has failed, and at this time the deformed existence is growing in the room behind him.

Taking three steps forward again, Fanning's forehead touched the cold stone wall in the darkness.

"Here too... how did it end? This... only about two meters in, right?" Apparently, Xilan, who was being held by his right hand, also reached out and touched the wall.

Fanning was very confused. Spiritual perception cannot detect the environment out of thin air. It needs to convert "transcendent revelation" into "sensory signals". Giving up the eyes is equivalent to giving up the most important spiritual sense.

I analyzed it for a long time, but there is no way here?

Frustration and unwillingness came together, and he wanted to open his eyes to see what kind of room was behind this door.

But after Joan spoke out, he pulled back his thoughts: "There is nothing blocking my left hand."

...What's the situation, just entering the back passage is a [-]-degree turn?
All three of them were puzzled, and then turned left and walked.

After seven or eight steps, he hit a wall again.

"...It's strange what does this place look like?" Sheeran complained troubledly.

"Don't open your eyes." Fanning reminded aloud.

"Caroun... I, my left side is unobstructed." Joan said.

"Okay, let's turn left again." Fanning responded, and the three turned again.

He gently squeezed the hands of the two girls with both hands, and he immediately felt the response from the two girls.

After walking a dozen steps, they stopped at the same spot.

...No...Is there a problem with this direction? …enter the door, turn left, turn left again?

...turned around?

Imagine a rectangular room, enter through the stone door on the far right edge of a certain wall, and then the only way is to turn around to the left rear?

Joan said weakly: "Caroun...why do I feel that we are walking back to the room in this direction? Impossible, this is a room on the edge of an underground building, that's right, I have seen that these walls are covered with rocks, There are no passages??"

"Even if there is a passage, we have already walked more than ten steps, and we should have returned to the room... Now there are no doors or walls, and it is unimpeded..." Fan Ning frowned deeply with his eyes closed, "Don't even think about it. That's the question, this underground building is full of weirdness, didn't we encounter such strange things when we explored the halls on the two floors above the deep well?"

He thought for a while and said, "Xiran, at least the wall on your right now continues to turn and extend from the right side of the door. You use it as a reference to control the direction of the left and right. Let us walk as close to the wall as possible, otherwise I'm afraid that the terrain here is too strange and I'll lose my way in the dark... I'm in charge of moving forward and backward."

"Okay." Sheeran replied.

Another soft little hand touched the back of his neck, then groped down and pulled away the things behind him.

Fan Ning then said again: "Very good, it's very good for you to hold the crowbar, you can avoid using your hands to probe, and I'm also worried that you might touch something strange."

Xilan was at a loss: "Listen to your tone... I... I haven't taken it yet?"

"??? You didn't take it?" Fan Ning suddenly felt his scalp burst.

...Then who was the one who was groping behind her just now?

He looked back reflexively, but suddenly realized that he couldn't open his eyes, so he turned his head back.

"I took it away." Joan said softly at this moment.

"Hiss..." Fan Ning felt his back was drenched in sticky cold sweat, and almost missed the breath, and asked angrily, "Why didn't you tell me?"

Sheeran's tone was also a little angry at this time: "Joan, can you keep your focus at this time? This will really scare people to death!"

"I..." Joan's voice was a little surprised and aggrieved: "Caroun, you clearly said it yourself, let me take out to find the way... You said you held each hand and couldn't spare your hand, so you asked me to help."

The three stopped in place again.

"So... what did you hear?" Sheeran said after taking the crowbar.

"...how about... let's open our eyes and see what's going on?" Joan held onto Fanning's hand tightly, "or let me post it... I feel like I'm not even looking at things for a few minutes and I'm turning around, and I'm even unconscious Oh, I clearly heard you talking to me just now, and now I feel someone is watching me..."

"Don't open your eyes, don't stick to me, keep going." Fan Ning signaled the three of them to walk forward again slowly, "Hurry up, who knows that the lump of deformed pigment creature is still stuck on the wall of the 'Holy Curtain' , or has it grown not far behind us?"

Holding hands and confirming with force from time to time is the only signal in this weird place.

However, as Joan said, his experience is similar. He feels that because of closing his eyes, the whole person is about to enter the state before sleep, half awake, the boundaries between the senses become blurred, and the words and sentences in his mind begin to fragment tendency to flow.

Fanning began to pinch the girls' hands on both sides regularly. In order to prevent this pre-sleep state from further deepening, he did not adopt a uniform method, but actively mobilized his thoughts, recalling the bass level trend of the theme of Bach's "Goldberg Variations", and 10 steps are counted as a unit, 10, 70, 60, 50, 30, 40, 50, 10... Every time the corresponding number of steps is passed, a signal is sent to wait for them to respond to themselves.

After walking again for a while, the uneasy feeling of being watched in the dark suddenly increased. Fan Ning felt that something was staring at him in front and behind. That feeling was not far away, so he stuck to his nose and followed his side. walk.

It was obvious that the crowbar in Sheeran's hand had been hitting the wall, making the normal sound of metal and stone colliding, but Fanning felt that there seemed to be countless eyes growing on the walls on both sides—the eyes may not be accurate, it should be Yes, it is covered with countless unknown visual organs? ?
"Are you guys falling asleep?" Fanning asked, "Why didn't your hands respond to me?"

"Have I been pinching you?" Sheeran said softly, and the crowbar that was hitting the wall in the other hand stopped temporarily.

"...Don't you give us a light pinch every 10 steps?"

　Thanks for August 8th, the head of the lost tour group, the book friend tail number 13, the monthly ticket of the cat of the whirlpool family with a sigh for thousands of years~
　　
　
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