musicians of old

Chapter 194 The Weird Town (4K [-]-in-[-])

After hearing what Julius said, Fanning was silent for a while.

Fan Ning actually agrees that hidden knowledge carriers and invisible forces need unified control rather than brutal growth, but on the other hand, he does wonder why the Special Inspection Office is so stingy with the official quota, and is still reducing its establishment year by year and increasing its support year by year. The intensity of arrest and suppression of forbidden persons.

It stands to reason that blockage is worse than sparseness. Incorporating more inspired and talented people into unified management can not only prevent them from going astray, but also provide more power for the security of the mysterious side of the empire. Official personnel are overwhelmed with fighting the flood of secret organization activities. The status quo is killing two birds with one stone.

Of course, this is not the reason for those who violated the ban to join the secret organization and disregard human life in order to worship evil gods.

However, in this situation, it was still unknown whether she could leave alive. Julius was obviously more worried about the present than thinking about how Fanning would deal with herself in the future.Similarly, Fanning is not in the mood to settle that pile of bad debts now.

He asked, "Are you aware of Erof's whereabouts?"

Julius shook her head hurriedly: "I would have known a little bit at the beginning of the year, but recently their activities have been concentrated in Fort Santaram, so I don't know very well."

"Probably what?" Fanning thought of the candles in the photo provided by Lu.

"It seems to be a kind of advocacy... advocating people to practice 'experience' and 'nihilism' freely, so as to keep the risk of accidents in the industry at a high level? Of course, the few factories in the imperial capital protected by them are free from accidents The risk of frequent incidents... and the subway, Erof seems to be very concerned about the subway-related trends..." Julius was trying to list some key words, it seems that she is not very clear about the purpose of the Transcendence Club's activities in the imperial capital .

Increased risk of production accidents? ...Fan Ning thought to himself that it was indeed related to them, but what he wondered was, what good did frequent industrial accidents happen to them?Need to sacrifice the lives of those who died at random? …It’s impossible for them to build an altar under the entire Fort Santaram, where the most powerful official power of knowledge in the empire is gathered. If they can do this under the nose, I’m afraid there’s nothing to worry about .

The results of the current conversation are not satisfactory, Fan Ning nodded: "If I think of any other questions, I will ask you again."

After saying this, Fanning returned to silence and continued to observe the surrounding environment.

The dirt and grass have come to an end, and everyone crosses into the country road. The distant lights seen on the train before are not far away now.

This is indeed a market town. Through the weed-covered fence entrance in front, Fan Ning has already seen the streets inside. The architecture is in the style of the last two decades of the last century. Of course, this kind of wind is not uncommon in today's small towns. , There are some piles of firewood, ox carts and farm tools scattered on both sides of the street.

"This is obviously... not the town of Gogol, right?" Xilan looked ahead worriedly, "I always feel that this thing is weird, are you sure you want to go in? Maybe when the black fog clears at dawn, let's see what is going on in all directions. Besides the environment, the visibility is too low now, and there is too little information to refer to.”

A few people had doubted whether it was dawn in this ghost place before, but now based on common sense, since there are traces of farming activities along the way, there should still be some.

Fan Ning said: "There are still several hours before dawn, have you forgotten the divination revelation of the 'Transfiguring Mirror' earlier? To be honest, I am worried that something will happen on the train right now...We can't delay any longer. "

"Well, you shouldn't be too timid at this time." Joan agreed with Fan Ning's point of view, and recalled her previous experience, "What scene haven't we seen?"

Several people walked into the town in the same way as before. The place was silent, and the sound of footsteps seemed a bit out of place, but considering the midnight time, it seemed normal.

After walking along the street for a while, Fan Ning found that the town had all kinds of shops, squares, hotels, farmhouses, etc. Although most of them were dilapidated and old, they were not as deserted as he had guessed before.

On the contrary, the popularity seems to be not low, and even the windows of every house are lit, which makes Fanning wonder why the residents in the town don't sleep or turn off the lights at night.

Joan made a suggestion: "Caroun, instead of wandering around and guessing in the street, we should knock on the door of a house and ask the people inside where this is... Well, although it is a bit impolite in the middle of the night, this method is absolutely Much more concise and effective.”

"Are you sure that the people living inside must be human?" Sheeran's rhetorical question made Joan cover her mouth.

Her words suddenly made the atmosphere of the small town street that was slightly smoky even more eerie.

"Let's go around in a big circle first, don't rush for a while, I can see that the area of ​​this place is not big." Fan Ning said, just as he motioned for several people to look in another direction——

With a "squeak", the door of the next house opened.

Fan Ning's heart twitched suddenly. For such a long time, all the sources of sound were made by his own people. Suddenly, he found that his endurance had dropped a lot.

Several people couldn't help taking two or three steps back while turning around.

The orange light at the door reflects the figures of four people walking down the steps gradually. It should be a family of four. The host and hostess are wearing old-fashioned dark coarse canvas clothes, and the two little girls are wearing knee-length yellow children's skirts.

...just an individual.Fanning breathed a sigh of relief.As for why the whole family went out in the middle of the night, he hadn't given this question the first consideration.

The family of four had obviously noticed Fan Ning and his party, but without saying hello, they glanced at them and walked towards the street ahead.

After the back of the front was a little farther away, Roy said in a low voice: "These people are quite strange."

"What's so strange?" Joan wondered, "I think it looks like they look a little tired, but there's nothing unusual about it, or maybe the senior thinks it's strange for them to go out in the middle of the night?... To be honest, I don't like this kind of thing." Did it too."

Roy shook his head: "No, the strangest thing about them is that they don't think we are strange."

"You are a resident of a small town. In the middle of the night, you find five formal-looking gentlemen and ladies standing on the street, all staring at the door of your house. Isn't this a violation of peace?...It's understandable for them not to greet strangers , but with that kind of eyes, it's not right to turn around and leave after a casual glance, as if they are accustomed to our appearance..."

"Leave them alone, let's continue to follow our own route." Fanning said.

The five of them were just about to take another step when the doors opened one after another, "Zhi Ya-" "Zhi Ya--".

I saw that more than half of the doors on both sides of the street were open.

More and more residents set foot on the street, most of them are dressed in common farmers or craftsmen, there are also some decent cultural people's costumes, but the same thing is sleepy eyes, and the attitude towards Fan Ning and his party is also the same as the initial A family of four is similar. After a glance, they passed by, looking forward and walking.

This seemingly normal and abnormal scene made Fan Ning feel unspeakably weird, but he still decided to follow the direction they were walking to have a look.

A few people followed the crowd and turned across several streets, and saw two clusters of dry fountains with sculptures. After circumnavigating the two figure-eight roundabouts with a difference in elevation, they stood in front of a flat and wide gray building. not far away.

The double-opened wooden doors were so old that they were about to fall off. Residents of the small town stepped into it in twos and threes. The dim orange light passed through the doors and glass windows, vaguely illuminating the hall, porch and stairs inside.

There was still a distance of [-] to [-] meters from the gray building. Fan Ning was about to observe carefully what kind of place it was, when a hoarse young man's voice came from the side.

"You don't need to be so careful in the city, just stay out of sight for more than an hour."

Fan Ning looked at this young man in a soft hat and jacket with a very surprised expression. After so long, he finally heard some residents speak. Before that, he almost wondered whether these people were walking corpses or sacrifices. Category.

And he still speaks Hoffmann with a northern accent, which is quite common.

Fanning couldn't help asking a long series of questions: "Where is this? Are you a resident here? What are they doing here?"

"The time for the routine concert is approaching, and you will have to attend every day in the future."

"Concert?" Just as Fanning was at a loss, the sound of music had already drifted out from the door of the building, while the residents were still filing in.

"Why is there a concert at midnight? Besides, why did the audience start playing right away before they even entered?" He couldn't help asking.

"It's not important. It's just for the treatment or relief of hidden illnesses. Being so sleepy on and off the stage, it's inevitable that you won't be interested." The young man didn't stop talking to Fan Ning, and he walked towards the door.

Seeing him walking away, Fan Ning, who was full of doubts, waved eagerly, "Sir..."

"You are new here just like me, so you can go to the hostel next to the city gate in the southern suburbs to learn more about the situation. My employer, Mr. Godfrey, is easier to deal with than those indifferent locals. Of course, you'd better donate generously. own inspiration."

The young man slowed down, turned his head and explained a few words in a hurry, and merged into the crowd of people entering the door again.

Before Fanning could digest the information, he turned his attention to the music wafting out of it, and listened to it for almost ten minutes. The reason why he was attracted was not because the music was beautiful, but on the contrary... because the performances were extremely bad , aroused his strong puzzlement.

Relying on the out-of-key melody, he could barely hear that these were some instrumental ditties adapted from works in the late Middle Ages, including those by Master Kashunich and several other famous composers.

However, the piano has been in disrepair for a long time, and Fan Ning feels that the entire keyboard is about half a degree + a quarter degree lower, and when it comes to each key, there are fluctuations up and down, and the level is close to those of the previous life. Stepping on the pedals indiscriminately, wrong audio output... Finally, the player's own casual attitude made the already inaccurate rhythm worse...

"If I had this kind of student when I was teaching piano, I would roll up his sheet music and throw it out the window."

Fanning's evaluation made Roy, who was standing opposite him, show a frightened expression.

"The sound of the violin is all played in the cracks of the piano. Of course, it's useless if it's played on the keys, because this piano is too broken." When the next piece of music was played, Xilan couldn't help curling her lips.

"Should we go in and see what's going on?" Joan was more curious than puzzled.

"Of course I won't go in." Fanning came back to his senses, "I took the initiative to spy on such weird things, do you think I didn't die fast enough?"

Joan said: "I wonder if they are too sleepy? If someone lifts me out of bed in the middle of the night to play the flute, it is also difficult to concentrate. Also, what about the cure for hidden diseases that the person just said? one thing?"

"Look there, on the wall above the building." Sheeran suddenly reached out.

Several people looked up in the direction she pointed, and saw a large piece of light-colored marks on the wall at the highest point of the black building, forming the shape of a lamp.

Fanning stared thoughtfully at the lamp-shaped silhouette against the night sky.

The parchment that fell out during the excavation of the secret door of the Turner Museum...

In the depths of the underground building, the symbol of the source of the gods on the stone tablet in the ruins of the Great Court School...

This was the third time he had seen this shape, and it was still in this weird town.

"I've seen this symbol." Roy's expression was very surprised, "He is one of the Lords of Witnesses that the Bologna School has studied."

"Bologna School?" Now it was Fanning's turn to be surprised. He took a step forward, while Julius, who had been silent all this time, took a step back wisely.

"Why is it the Lord of Witnesses studied by your school... What is his divine name?"

"I don't know." Roy explained in a low voice, "I've only seen symbols. The masters of this kind of witnesses are called the source gods. The Bologna School once studied three of them, but my dad once warned Look at me, Qiyuanshen, everything seems to be wrong..."

"Is everything wrong?" Fanning's expression changed.

"That's right. The 'Mirror of Transfiguration' is also a sacrificial weapon of one of the source gods. In order to avoid unnecessary risks, and because I have not been promoted before, I deliberately avoid knowing their hidden knowledge, even if it is the name of the god... If If my information is accurate, the Special Patrol Office and your Guidance School have also studied a few of this type of source god."

"According to my father, due to the unknown problems of Qiyuan God, it is a little safer to understand their hidden knowledge after being promoted to a higher rank. Although a single god name or a simple authority description is not so dangerous, it is unnecessary. It’s better not to spy on the situation. Today’s predicament is necessary to understand, but I didn’t have time to know.”

"His name is 'Hidden Lamp', and the aspect in charge is 'Desolation'." Joan next to him suddenly spoke softly.

"How do you know?" Roy opened his eyes wide.

Joan's expression was suddenly a little dazed. She hooked her hair with her fingers and murmured, "I... I seem to have cracks in the membrane of my consciousness since I stepped into this area. I just saw this building. When I saw the huge lamp-shaped symbol, I suddenly remembered... and... there are still many inexplicable memories that continue to emerge..."

Fan Ning frowned and took a few steps forward, and everyone followed behind him.

When they got closer to the black building, they finally saw a row of characters that were slightly lighter than black above the gate:
"Watsney Town Music Hall"

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