musicians of old

Chapter 195 Art Museum (4K [-]-in-[-])

"The small town of Watznai!?"

Joan stood on tiptoe, trying to get closer to the blurred lettering above the gate.

Fanning and Sheeran couldn't believe what they saw.

"What's wrong with this place name?" Roy asked puzzled.

"A former residence that she remembers going home every summer vacation, but it doesn't actually exist." Fan Ning simply explained, then turned around and glanced at this small town full of lights in the dark, "...this is What's going on? I have been driving for more than two days and couldn't find it, but I came here in an accident on a trip to Fort Santaram."

coincide?Inevitability after the achievement of unknown conditions?Or is someone secretly manipulating?
The last group of residents who came late and hadn't entered the venue were still walking in twos and threes, passing Fan Ning one by one.

Sheeran stood side by side next to Fanning, watching the sleepy-looking people below circle the figure-eight roundabout of the large dry fountain, and suddenly some past images flashed in her mind.

She touched Fanning with her arm: "Caroun, this place, I feel a bit like it. Look at this roundabout, isn't it—"

"Police and Security Bureau?" Fanning immediately picked up her words.

He turned around and looked at the black building again. There were still crappy and weird playing sounds coming from inside.

"This so-called concert hall. Is it the police building that we visited in the center of Gogol? Or, at least, there is a similar mapping in the spatial location?"

He recalled the picture of himself driving around the roundabout with two girls. The only difference was that the terrain was flat that day, and there was a slight difference in height.

"Although we don't know how we broke in, but if there are indeed some knots between this small town of Watznai and the small town of Gogol in reality, maybe we can get out from the area where the two are connected."

Sheeran had an idea when she heard this: "Joan, where is your manor located?"

"In my impression, it is in the north of the city." Joan replied, "It is far away from us now, and it may be closer when we first entered. However, there is a problem. The street view of this weird town is different from what I remember. It may not be possible to find it, or my ancestral home may not necessarily exist here."

Fan Ning felt that this was indeed a way of thinking. Since the name of this place is the town of Watznai, it might be possible to find the exit by following special clues.

Of course, special clues also mean special risks.

He thought for a moment and asked, "Roy, is it feasible to do divination on propositions like 'the exit from this place'?"

"Theoretically, it is possible, for example, to write down the sentence 'there is an exit in a certain place', but there is a problem here, that is, the way of writing 'a certain place', first of all, it must be a clearly defined place, otherwise it will lead to meaningless conclusions; secondly The scope of the location needs to be considered, if it is too large, it is easy to get a positive conclusion, but it is not instructive, if it is too small, if the conclusion is denied, it still needs a lot of trials.”

"So this requires you to have some certainty in advance." Fan Ning nodded to express his understanding.

The proposition "there is an exit in the town of Watznai" is useless even if it is correct, and "the house at the gate has an exit" is likely to be wrong, which is a waste of inspiration. If you can clearly find the ancestral house in Joan's memory, this range is generally suitable.

Roy suggested: "It's better to go to the south of the city hotel to visit his employer, Mr. Godfrey, as the young man said just now. Judging from the current situation, these aborigines are not monsters, but most of them are hostile to outsiders. Indifference, if there is a potential communication opportunity, we might as well take advantage of it first, which will help us learn more."

This plan has been unanimously approved by everyone - as Roy said in the car before, there is no correlation between "whether there is an exit" and "whether there is danger". The most important thing right now is to avoid risks.

Everyone left this nervous concert, groping along the dark street to the south, and saw four or five rows of double-storey buildings next to the suburban gate that was about to disappear on the gravel road. , there is a spacious but withered terraced garden in front of the door, and the dim gas lamp illuminates the mixed sign of "Godfrey's General Store Hotel".

The wooden door at the entrance is ajar, and a few wooden sticks on the wall next to it are slanted upwards, opening the long board of the sales window. In the dim light, you can see the tobacco, alcohol, food and daily groceries displayed in the glass cabinet.

The salesperson with a gloomy complexion and dejected demeanor was calmly looking at his party.

During the short eye contact, Fan Ning felt a little weird, but he still gently pushed open the door, and a musty smell from under the wooden floor penetrated into everyone's nostrils.

The salesperson's eyes did not follow the few people, but continued to stare directly at the outside of the room, but another old voice came from inside: "Outsiders? Hey, five at a time is not common."

The stairwell creaked, and a skinny old man with thick hair walked down slowly, and sat down at the round wooden table, the burning flame in the candlestick listlessly shone on the old man's flushed cheeks.

...five at a time?Obviously five hundred at a time.Fan Ning couldn't help but slander, but his vigilant spiritual sense had already swept across this person's body.

This old man is a knowledgeable person, and he did not conceal his investigation of Fan Ning, but his rank should not be as good as Fan Ning, and what he studied was not "candle", so Fan Ning actually saw part of his background, He didn't see anything about himself.

Fan Ning motioned the others to stand and wait and see what happened, took a step forward, sat down opposite the old man, and politely explained the purpose of his visit: "Mr., we should have met your hotel staff at the entrance of the concert hall before, so we found this place. .”

"Wow--" The old man unscrewed a bottle of wine with no discernible brand, poured it into the glass and drank half of it, took a long breath, and then smacked his lips: "You want to ask a question, right? People who come to this ghost place always have a lot of questions in their stomachs."

"Where is the exit? Or how to get out?" Fan Ning was noncommittal, straight to the point.

"You have a big appetite for your question." The old man raised his head to the sky again, and drank the remaining liquid. The smell of cheap alcohol and essence wafted in the air.

Fan Ning frowned at his pretentious attitude, but out of fear and vigilance against the mysterious side, he calmly responded patiently: "If you can't answer this question, you can also talk about other things. "

"I need inspiration, the inspiration of your little gentleman and the ladies behind you, you know, precious knowledge always needs some price in exchange." The old man's eyes showed eagerness.

"Oh?" Fanning looked at him with interest, "What do you want?"

Two velvet-like red strips wrapped around Fanning's wrists in a quick but silent manner, and more strips stretched out towards the people behind him.

"You guys will be a little tired later, but it's okay, you can recover after a few days of rest, I'll tell you some basics right away—"

The gas lamp in the room was flickering, the candles were extinguished everywhere, the red velvet was blackened and broken in an instant, and the foul smell of burnt meat wafted out.

The sound of "click" was heard, and the old man felt his thoughts froze and his eyes blurred. A tall girl in a light yellow dress somehow stepped directly behind him, and the cold metal pressed against the back of his head.

Roy, who had recovered a little bit of inspiration, said coldly at this moment: "I can't answer to say something else, not to do something else."

Sheeran, who was behind Fanning, had also raised his arms, and the two black gun barrels were facing him one after the other.

...so many wise ones! ?It seemed that the person sitting across from him was stronger than himself.The skinny old man suddenly realized that he had kicked the iron plate today, he huddled up in his position, his eyes rolled wildly: "Everyone, gentlemen and ladies, please speak slowly."

On the surface, Julius seemed to be on the same team as Fan Ning, but at this time, she was equally arrogant and did not dare to say a word. She was glad that she had not been on the road since getting in the car or after the accident, whether in front of or behind several people. Make some little moves.

Fanning took out a small dark glass tube with a capacity of less than five milliliters from his body.

"I don't advocate doing it unless necessary." He put it on the table indifferently, "especially when the actual benefits brought by doing it are extremely limited... I hope it can make your next sharing attitude, From being forced to be helpless to being willing to serve."

The old man was stunned for a moment, seeing that the young man in front of him was already leaning on the chair in a relaxed figure, so he tried to reach out to take the glass tube and pull out the rubber plug at the mouth of the tube.

When he saw the incandescence and flames gushing out, the small eyes under the messy hair showed ecstasy. He poured himself a glass of low-quality wine again, carefully added a few drops of the brilliant spirit liquid, and carefully closed the glass tube. it is good.

A large glass of glowing liquid was swallowed by him, followed by a satisfied gasp.

Fanning couldn't help but look up, and exchanged a weird look with Roy who was holding a gun opposite him.Both of them seemed to be saying in their hearts, can this thing be eaten?
"I've tried it, and it's edible, but it's useless and tasteless." Joan's soft voice came from Fanning's ear.

Next, the eccentric old man, Godfrey, answered something under the dual stimulus of threat and gratitude.

In a sense, this guy is a complete unlucky ghost. When he was young, he got a glimpse of the taboo about "pool" due to his own research on mysticism, but he didn't even have the experience of being a knowledgeable person in the normal world for a day—— When turning back from Yichun, there may be some mistakes in the path. When I opened my eyes, I found that I didn't know how I got to this ghost place.

According to his own statement, this strange town named Watznai is "a piece of wrongly folded time and space formed by the 'hidden light' of the real world"-this is why he was trapped in this town for dozens of years. Gradually received hidden knowledge enlightenment over the years.

There are two types of people in the town, outsiders who occasionally stray in and the aborigines.The so-called aborigines are actually the descendants of the outsiders who were born and lived here. Over time, the outsiders died here for generations, and the aborigines now account for the majority.

"I can probably understand evaporation, but what are hidden diseases?" Fanning asked about the two common dangers introduced by Godfrey.

"People who live in this wrong time and space are in a state where they can't go down or go up." The old man dripped a few drops of the brilliant psychic liquid into a glass of low-quality wine, and this time he drank very slowly, "... can neither go back The normal world has not yet been completely turned into nothingness—the turning into nothingness here is evaporation."

"In the wilderness outside the town, it will evaporate away from other people's observation, and all traces of existence will be erased, and it will be classified into complete secrecy and nothingness. In the town, it is safe as long as it is away from other people's sight for more than an hour. It is because the town is a densely populated area, and factors such as spirit body or observation aura are more concentrated, so it is relatively easy to do this under the premise of avoiding being alone."

"The one exception is bedtime, which can easily be out of sight for more than an hour, so everyone has to sleep separately and take turns keeping watch."

"What about the second danger?" Fanning asked.

The old man muttered a name that he didn't catch clearly, and stood in the shadow of the lamp all the time, when the ghost-like salesman heard it and came over.

Fanning was finally able to take a closer look at the salesperson, and soon he discovered the problem.

The complexion and complexion of this middle-aged man with a dull expression seemed a little too pale under the lamp, and his skin was so transparent that there was no trace of blood.

No, it's not just the skin. Fanning saw with horror that his entire ears, neck and shoulders were translucent, and he could directly see the things behind him.

"This is a hidden disease." The old man Godfrey said, "Basically everyone in the town suffers from it, but the severity varies... Maybe it can be understood as a kind of chronic evaporation. As various parts of the human body become more and more transparent, corresponding The organ function of the position will also be greatly reduced until it gradually disappears. Compared with the sudden disappearance, this process is more painful, but the end is the same, the whole person and the traces of existence completely disappear. Now I can’t remember how to clearly understand it. I have spelled out his name, and there is only a rough impression of the pronunciation."

"However, with the groping of generations, a real way to alleviate hidden diseases has also been found, and that is to hold concerts."

The old man hiccupped, seeing that one-third of the height of the spirit liquid had been removed from the glass tube, and gave Fanning a look that seemed to be bargaining, but the force from Roy's gun barrel on the back of his head, Let him dispel this unrealistic idea.

"Performing in public, the level is not very important, but it requires a certain amount of audience, and the effect is the best at three o'clock in the middle of the night, at least once a month for each person, which can reduce the speed of turning into nothingness. Therefore, everyone arranged each Yue's plan - let 20 people go up to play every night, and the other half go to listen, and everyone takes turns... The residents who don't want to die so fast have barely learned a musical instrument."

... It seems that there is really something wrong with this Qiyuanshen.Fanning frowned.

This is already the third master of the source of artifacts he knows: "Red Pond" is an evil god, "Fountain in the Painting" is crazy, and "Hidden Lamp" seems to be extremely abnormal—these things that came out of his activities It can be seen from a piece of wrong area, as well as various unimaginable rules.

These residents live in such an atmosphere and schedule, it is only normal for them to become weird.

"Where is the manor in the north of the city?" Fanning continued to ask, trying to confirm whether Joan's memory of the ancestral home existed.

"Manor?" The other party's expression froze for a moment.

"...Or, a special place in the north of the city." In order to increase the possibility of getting clues, Fan Ning expanded the scope of the statement.

"A special place?" The old man's raised wine glass stopped empty, his lips were half-soaked in the liquid, "If you have to exclude those ordinary residential buildings—" He searched his memory hard, and then said:

"There's an art gallery there."

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