musicians of old

Chapter 196 "Mr. F" (4K [-]-in-[-])

Originally, when the conversation progressed to asking about the "manor", everyone's attention was focused on Joan.

In other words, when everyone discovered that the name of this strange space was "Vatsnay Town", they almost all acquiesced that the mysterious source of this incident was related to Joan.

As a result, as soon as the old man Godfrey said this, Fanning found several pairs of eyes looking at him in unison.

"Art gallery? Art gallery?." Sheeran repeated twice, thinking that he might have heard it wrong.

"Caroun, have you met a competitor?" Joan asked.

Fan Ning couldn't help feeling curious, and pretended to be relaxed and joked: "It doesn't have to be a competitor, maybe it's one of our own. For example, your ancestral house was bought by my missing father."

Then Zheng Se continued to ask: "What's the situation in this art gallery?"

"Of course there's art on display," Godfrey said, "but no one would want to go to this damn place, and in fact it probably hasn't been visited in over two decades."

"The work is clumsy and not worth seeing? Too little collection and aesthetic fatigue? Life is depressing and people have no intention of entertaining? Or is the simple ticket price unreasonable?" Joan put forward a series of guesses.

"Twenty or thirty years ago, several well-informed people who strayed into the small town of Watznai have been working hard to find a way to leave here. After research and investigation, they agreed that there might be 'a little bit of error' in the abandoned villa in the north of the city. Light' space-time weak zone, or there is a mystical connection with some real places in the outside world."

"Through lobbying, these knowledgeable people won the support of a group of residents who were eager to get out of trouble. The abandoned mansions were also rebuilt into places of different nature several times according to the structural plans they proposed, but in fact no one really got out of trouble, and the participants also became It is too late to lament repeatedly, and this building has been in a state of derelict and rebuilding alternately."

"The last person who took over called himself 'Mr. F', he converted the mansion into an art gallery, and formulated a set of weird and terrifying management regulations: including but not limited to no jumping off buildings, no animals, no lights, The number of visitors to the exhibition must be 12, and one person will be evaporated as a 'ticket'. These regulations have directly led to no one caring, because fewer and fewer residents in the town still trust these knowledgeable people, even if they are extremely A few people have desperate thoughts, and they can't make up this number at all."

Animals, lights, 12 people?Fanning was thinking about these strange key words, and Roy said in a sweet voice: "Old Mr. Godfrey, take a pen and paper, I say, you write."

With the muzzle of a black gun pressed against the back of his head, Godfrey dared not to do so. He stretched out his arm trembling from excessive drinking, and flipped over the account book on the corner of the table.

Then he held a pen, obediently waiting for instructions.

"There is an exit that can be left at the Chengbei Art Museum," Roy said.

Godfrey's face was mixed with dizziness and confusion, but he didn't dare to ask aloud, and continued to do as he was told.

Amidst the rustling sound of writing, Roy took off the necklace from his chest with the other hand, and moved the "distorting mirror" to the front of the old man's sight: "tear it into small strips, move it in front of it, and then read the content silently in the bottom of my heart once."

Fan Ning, who was standing next to him, called it an eye-opener.

Can this gift be used like this?

He had always felt that the strategic value of the "Transfiguring Mirror" matched its wear and tear. Before using it, he must carefully collect clues and carefully consider the way of proposition. to return to its full glory.

Looking at it now, my thinking is not open enough.

Godfrey slowly tore off where the handwriting was, and then lifted it up.

Fanning walked around and stood beside Roy, carefully observing the mirror.

A few seconds later, nothing happened, and there were reversed ink traces on the mirror. Godfrey tentatively asked, "Is this all right?"

"Don't play tricks, just read it silently." It was the girl's slightly cold voice that responded to him.

A trace of helplessness and compromise flashed in Godfrey's eyes. A few seconds later, his brain buzzed, and overwhelming exhaustion and emptiness hit him.

If it was placed in a normal place, it would be able to support it, but it was too nervous before, coupled with the effect of excessive alcohol in the blood, the old man's eyes went black, his head fell forward, and he fell asleep lying on the table.

The liquid in the knocked-down cup spilled and dripped, and the note in the "Transfiguring Mirror" was still the same.

"True proposition." Roy withdrew the pistol holding the old man's arm, his eyes revealing a thoughtful expression.

"Are you sure? Is there really an exit in the Chengbei Art Museum?" Fan Ning asked Fox.

Compared with the obvious distorted performance of the false proposition, the fact that nothing happens in the divination as the true proposition always makes him feel "lack of feedback", and he can't help but keep doubting in his heart.

"There is nothing wrong with it. Since he has passed out due to exhaustion of inspiration, it means that the ritual vessel has responded, and divination has indeed worked."

The salesperson with weird behavior moved over lightly like a ghost, without saying a word, wiped the wine on the table with a rag, Fan Ning got up from the table, and paced back and forth in the room: "Even if the art gallery has an exit, it is It is very likely that it needs to be turned on under certain conditions, and we still need to analyze it carefully and avoid danger."

Not all the true propositions determined by the divination of "Transfiguration Mirror" are unconditional. It implies that certain situations need to be met, or the will to make effort is the premise—for example, it is true that "you will not be killed when you go out today", It doesn't mean that fortune tellers can close their eyes and run rampant on the road all the way.

Joan said slowly: "According to him, the small town of Watznai is a wrongly folded time and space under the influence of the 'hidden lamp'. Those knowledgeable people who have worked hard to get out of trouble also believe that there is a 'wrong weakness' in the abandoned mansion. The key is to find some kind of mystical connection between it and the real world, so it is particularly important to know the mystery of the Lord of Witness 'Hidden Lamp', unfortunately, we know too little about Qi Yuanshen."

Hiran pondered for a moment, then glanced up at the crystal necklace on Roy's neck: "Senior sister, is that sacrificial vessel related to a Lord of Witness who is in charge of the aspect of 'Yan'?"

"How did you deduce it?" Roy asked in amazement, "But I guessed it right. I just said that the Bologna School had studied the three source gods, and this is one of them."

"During an accidental exploration, I saw the symbol of the source god of the seven devices." Hiran said.

Hearing this, Fanning recalled in his mind what he saw in the ruins of the Great Court School that day: line segments, gear sparks, knives, lamps, springs, liquids and hands, and mirrors.

"Hidden Lamp" is in the fourth place, with "Desolation" in the phase, "Fountain in the Painting" is in the fifth place, with "Cocoon" in the phase, "Red Pond" is in the sixth place, with "Pond" in the phase—here It can be seen that the symbols of the source gods of the seven instruments were related to the seven phase sequences.

The "Mirror of Transfiguration" is also in the shape of a mirror, and it is in the seventh place. That's why Hiran judged that the witness behind it is related to "Yan".

…"Hidden lamp" is "barren", and "spring in the painting" is "cocoon"?After thinking about it, Fan Ning asked Julius, "Tell me about your two witnesses?"

Julius obviously did not expect that he would ask herself a question at this time, and her first reaction was puzzled: "Professor Fanning, according to the theory of the Transcendence Club, the Lord of Witness we follow is a type of unknown source, which seems to be similar to yours. The so-called Qiyuan God we are discussing now is different..."

However, she found that Fan Ning was still waiting for her answer with burning eyes, so she said: "Okay... what do you want to know about them? The hidden knowledge I know is very superficial..."

"Twin." Fanning spit out a compound word, "About the mystery of their 'twin' theory..."

…He actually knows so much about our organization?It seems that I have been targeted.Julius was secretly startled, but she thought that she had come to such a place anyway, and there was nothing to hide her shallow information, so she repeated the secret teaching that was vague and unclear to herself:
"In a certain ancient and empty crime scene, the two contradictions of 'viewing death' and 'heart flow' are born in the same process, the end of eternal death is stronger than 'desolation' but living, the end of eternal existence is stronger than 'cocoon' 'But for death...The ritual of twins runs through the process of the world, even if the disqualification is no longer, the truth still flows, and in all the children who follow, the practitioners will gather themselves into the shape of their return..."

...Even if the disqualification is no longer there, the truth still flows?

...Desolation and Cocoon? ...art museum?

Fanning felt that he had caught something fleeting only in occasional moments.

"Save time, and ignore that drunk guy." In the end, he signaled everyone to leave the hostel, and pushed open the wooden door before him, "Let's go to the north of the city first... well, at least now we have clarified a lot of valuable things. Information, the three source gods studied by the Bologna school should be the 'hidden lamp' related to the formation of this place, the 'fountain in the painting' related to the ancient alchemists, and the 'mirror' whose name is unclear... "

"His name is 'Disaster Calamity'." A dull and cold middle-aged male voice came from outside.

Everyone was shocked. They saw investigator Joe Vasius, wearing a top hat and holding a pocket watch, standing on the side of the street and staring at himself calmly.

Is this guy really still around?Didn't the world evaporate?How did he do that? ? …

Although Fan Ning vaguely felt that the investigators of the Special Patrol Office could not be so reckless, but when this person stood in front of him alive, he still couldn't believe his eyes.

What made people feel even more weird was that Vassius followed a few town residents scatteredly behind him, counting a total of six.

Their faces were gloomy, taciturn, and there were still many transparent parts on their bodies. They obviously suffered from different degrees of 'hidden diseases', but their eyes were relatively more lively than what Fanning had seen before.

"It's not too late for you to get out of the car." Vassius said, "It just so happens, so I don't need to spend any more time talking about it."

"What just happened to happen?" Sheeran's right hand was still vigilantly placed on the handle of the gun at his waist.

"Don't be nervous, little girl." The corner of Vassius's mouth twitched slightly, "...Look, five of you have come down from a party. I have been lobbying for a long time, and the current progress happens to find six. Isn't that a coincidence? ?”

Is he talking about the number of people?Five plus six plus one... twelve people?Fan Ning thought to himself.

"Let's go, go to the north of the city." He waved his hand, "If you wait until dawn to complete the work and leave smoothly, it will be a thousand times more difficult, hurry up."

The few residents moved away stiffly, Fan Ning's eyes flickered for a moment, and everyone followed.

After walking for about half an hour, he tentatively asked a question, trying to see if he could deduce something from the few words in his mouth: "Why is it so difficult to leave after dawn?"

Unexpectedly, Vassius directly and clearly answered his question: "We have just strayed into the real world, and there is still a strong connection, which will make it easier for us to detect and cross the weak connection point, and these six guys are It’s difficult, but they still have a sliver of hope...Of course, once the sun rises and dawns, our poor connection will also disappear, and hidden diseases will start to wreak havoc on us, just like them.”

...once it's daylight?Fan Ning felt that the current time was already past three o'clock in the morning, and it was probably only two hours before dawn.

Is it because of this reason that the previous divination revelation continued to be dangerous on the train?The doom of hidden disease is about to fall on the passengers?
"Thank you for the answer." Fanning continued to probe, "It seems that Mr. Vassius really knows something about the situation in front of him?"

"You may find out later that you know more than I do." Vassius smiled lightly.

...what the hell does this guy mean?Fanning instinctively felt that this was not a good thing, as if some of his secrets had been seen through by him.

The strangely shaped black building was getting closer and closer to everyone. Fan Ning looked up and saw that it was tall and narrow. It was less than the area of ​​seven or eight ordinary houses, but it was built more than ten stories high. This is not the case in a big city. It is more common, and the buildings are uneven up and down, the distance between each floor is relatively short, and the long and narrow stacked windows reflect pale and cold light.

What's even more strange is the name on the sign at the door that makes Fanning feel familiar: Watzner's Great Art Museum.

Vassius waved his hand, motioning for Fanning to go in with him.

The two took the lead to step into the narrow hall of the art museum. Apart from a few abrupt and dazzling light bulbs, there was a broken guide desk with peeling paint on the tabletop. On the other two walls were doors and stairwells where the deep environment could not be seen clearly.

It's completely different from my own Turner Museum of Art.
"Welcome." The light bulb above the tour guide illuminated his upper body in the dark.

Mr. F sitting behind the stage is a young man wearing a high-collared white shirt and a pure black suit. He is wearing a plaid tie, no glasses, short black hair in a cloud shape, and wide and pursed lips. The beard, a look that was popular among gentlemen in the 90s.

Although it was just a common sight that often happened when strangers met for the first time, Fan Ning felt that something had swept through his whole body. This didn't seem to be at the spirit level, but it was hard to explain what it was.

Fan Ning can only think of such an inappropriate metaphor—ordinary spiritual body detection is like the wind blowing in front of your face, but this time, it is the "wind sense" brought by the relative movement of a person when walking. Mild but inevitable.

His vigilance increased greatly, and his inexplicable intuition told him that this person seemed to be looking for something?

The exchange of eyes between everyone ended quickly, and Mr. F was still sitting behind the stage, with his eyelids downcast, and continued to speak:

"Visitors must get their number plates first."

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