musicians of old

Chapter 202 The source of the sense of gaze (4K [-]-in-[-])

The conversation between Vassius and Roy is over.

He blew the smoke condensed by the "phantom" farther in the direction of the depth of the path of the "gate of no light".

As the "Phantom Man" struggled to pass through, the cold and silent halos in the path began to overlap, gradually losing the profound sense of interlaced textures, the stacked scenery began to melt and peel off, and the pale Pagoda in the deepest part has become difficult to see clearly.

In the process of passing through the door, only the passer-by can experience various complex transcendental feelings, but for the observer, it is just a picture confined to a corner of the plane.

Under the control of Vassius, the smoke that had drifted far away from the door was pulled into shape again and turned back.

The "Phantom" seems to have gained some kind of gnosis, and those crystal-clear and eye-catching scenes are distorted, at least, under the observation of everyone.

The human face is still screaming and struggling, but there have been many changes in details. The ferocious expression has become calm, and the weird and exaggerated facial features have also become peaceful. The inspiration it brings is more oppressive, but its invisible power, still seems to be completely suppressed by the pipe ritual.

Vassius made an inhalation motion similar to Benjamin, put it back into the pipe and closed the wooden box lid with a "bang".

"Very good, there are still three minutes left." He looked very satisfied, and straightened his top hat, "Miss Niximi, thank you for your cooperation, otherwise, if the time is delayed for a while, I will have to wait before dawn It is also a troublesome thing to return in vain and find another opportunity to entangle with various mystical factors.
Vassius turned his pocket watch again: "Mr. Fanning, after we go out, let's go back to the Special Patrol Hall to have a good exchange. Let's talk about the fragments of the audio series first, and then talk about your Turner Art Museum..."

"No, you don't have to go back."

Fan Ning, who had been thinking silently for a long time, suddenly brightened his eyes and smiled.

This inexplicable sentence made Vassius stunned for a moment.

And when he saw Fan Ning raised the "Lighting Sun Guidance" in his hand and spit out simple words, and the strange pale room became slightly brighter, he was very surprised and said: "What? Are you going to do something? I thought You are a smart man."

He wasn't sure if violating the warning on the ground would implicate everyone, but at least the saboteur probably wouldn't be able to escape.

Who knew that Fan Ning didn't look at Vassius at all, he stretched out a bundle of inspiration threads to the illusory sky, and another bundle of threads...delineated an animal doll hanging from the ceiling.

connect, pull—

The doll that was hanging close to the door when it came, with a weird puppy face sewn on the cloth, exploded violently in an instant!

"Caron, what are you doing!!??."

Before Fan Ning raised the "Guidance of the Fierce Sun", Xi Lan's eyes happened to inadvertently glanced at the blood-red writing on the ground that said "Do not destroy objects at will!!", and she turned pale with fright.

"You really want to die." Vassius shook his head and smiled lightly, "Did you forget, you, you... you."

Vassius, who had an understated expression, suddenly opened his eyes and his speech became stuck. The volume rose slightly at first, but then gradually fell silent like a kite with a broken string.

Joan, who was standing blankly facing the wall, finally realized that something was wrong behind her, and turned around.

Like a pot of clear water poured on a thin layer of painting, the various colors on Vassius' body were instantly washed away by some invisible flowing thing, and the lines also swelled to stretched, and then to incomplete. live.

A few more waves of clear water washed away the paint, and after just two or three breaths, Vassius, including his clothes, completely disappeared in this room full of dolls!
"Zoo? Plate No. 2? I see, it's better to leave." Fan Ning stared at the spot where the investigator had been standing, shaking his head and sneering.

Chopin's "Waltz in D-flat Major", which he performed at the country banquet, has a more familiar name in previous lives——

"Puppy Waltz".

There are only 11 fragments of the sound series, and only 11F is the floor covered with seven-color lights, lacking the tonality with "C sharp" or "D flat" as the main tone.

The sound ranks second among the 12 sound names.

When the puppy doll with the symbol of occultism is destroyed, it means that No. 2 exhibition number plate and its owner will also be attributed to the "non-existent" mapping ending.

"Caroun" Sheeran looked at Fan Ning with lingering fear, "You destroyed the object, why, Vassius is gone?"

"It is forbidden to destroy objects at will." Fan Ning smiled, "I am not random, I am intentional."

Mr. Fanning explained the problem concisely and profoundly every time, just like when conducting rehearsals.After looking at Fanning's face for a long time, Roy let out a long breath.

In any case, the trouble was solved, and the disappearance of this investigator in such a way would cause some investigations of his colleagues by the Special Inspection Office, but it was better than all other results.

"What's that!?" Joan said suddenly.

The four of them followed her gaze, and saw that there was only a single rope hanging from the ceiling, and on the ground were the fluffy and charred puppy dolls that fell and cracked ashes.

And in the middle of the ashes, there is a black top hat.

"Vassius' hat?" Fan Ning quickly walked over and squatted down, "That's not right, this guy just now disappeared with his clothes and all his personal belongings."

This is really incomprehensible, the pocket watch ritual vessel has disappeared, if the hat does have some characteristics that cannot be erased, why not just keep it, but fall out of the doll after it disappears?
He stretched out his left hand to push away the ashes, and picked up the top hat. After looking at it briefly, his spiritual sense told him that there was indeed some kind of "evolving" fluctuation in the hat, and it seemed to be different from the one Vassius wore before. But the observation of its surface by the eyes does not reveal any abnormalities.

The main reason is that there is no time to think about this issue carefully.

"Caron, and what about...'the Gate of No Light'?" Hiran turned his head slightly and glanced at the path of fascinating light changing behind the 'gate', and quickly turned his face away.

"Leave it alone, we still have bigger troubles." Fanning, holding a top hat, stood up and looked out the window on the other wall with a stern expression.

The "three minutes left" that Vassius said before, is probably only one minute now.

What can you do in a minute?
The investigator also said before that without the resonance and protection of the sacrificial vessel, it is basically impossible to find the resonance point of inspiration with the real time and space purely by oneself.

And now the time is too short to even continue exploring or thinking.

Could it be that he tried his best to keep Vassius here, but his side only stepped into the footsteps a few minutes late?

Fanning took a few steps forward with a worried face, and stood in front of the window, looking at the high scenery before dawn.

The black mist that was originally so thick that it could not be dispelled has shown signs of decay. In the flat oval area close to the skyline, the front of the night has gradually given way to rust-like ocher red, and then there is a sudden slender white, Like the violent light before the new unknown is about to pierce the skin.

His eyes fell on a place that was a little closer to the skyline and a little farther than the town and the wilderness.

What I can see is a "zigzag" railway track that can't see the start and end, just like the dark brown texture on the ground, a steam train with a dark body and faint light from the windows lying quietly on it, it is the people on my side who are riding The train bound for Santa Lambert.

Fan Ning couldn't help but follow the direction of the locomotive and look at the stairs of the No. 1 car where he got off before.

Where I stand now is...

A sense of enlightenment passed through his brain like an electric current, and along with it, there were also some fragments of his own experiences.

…the tip of the pen is lifted from the ink and lands next to the bass clef on the staff paper, and the three flats are drawn one by one.

…"I choose C minor to pay tribute to Beethoven's "Symphony of Destiny"." I once shouted in my heart.

…The galloping pen, the galloping inspiration, and the torn waste manuscripts are scattered like snowflakes.

...the flickering gas lights in that room, the shadowy objects.

…"It was born out of the impulse and imagination of the journey back to the source, sprouted at this time, and was born here. This is history."

He finally knew where another inexplicable sense of familiarity came from when he just entered this room full of dolls.

This is... the guest room where "Gogol Great Hotel" once lived!

Although he has not fully figured out why this underground building is connected with the secret door of the Turner Art Museum, why only the color is different, and the rest of the elements are correspondingly as accurate as a mirror image, but one thing he has confirmed——

The wrong time and space "Watznai Town" caused by the "hidden light" corresponds to the small town of Gogol that I drove Xilan and Joan to visit in reality that day!
The three of them spent a whole weekend and failed to find it for two and a half days. Unexpectedly, it was actually the first stop of their visit!
Is it extremely difficult to find the inspiration resonance point corresponding to the real time and space?But this corresponding place is where my own work came out.

The low and forceful "interrogation motive" sounded in his mind.

The last thirty seconds before dawn.

In the pale room, the window frames, sculptures, wall textures, and everything in the air around Fanning's body, as long as it was a layer not far from his body, began to ripple like waves.

He was still standing in front of the window looking out, and the previous fog of events became clearly visible. ,

Unexpectedly, the "sense of gaze" that was frightened twice turned out to be two self-gazing in different time and space.

In the hotel room that night, the eyes on the railroad tracks I saw because of my high inspiration were my own eyes!

——It is the gaze of myself standing at the door of No. 1 car of the faulty train, looking at the lights of the small town in the distance, and looking at the place where I am standing at this moment.

What I saw that night was the gaze of my future self?The same cannot be said.They do not have the same overlapping time period in experience, but only the entanglement and corresponding relationship in the category of mysticism.

In the last ten seconds before dawn, he had a deeper understanding of the "Law of Entangling Secret History".

"Caroun..." "Mr. Fanning..." Several people saw the swirling silhouettes of things around Fanning, connected with the disappearance of Vassius before, and all of them turned pale with fright, but the first to react was Xi Lan, without any hesitation, she stood next to Fan Ning.

Maybe after being concealed, it is to go to another unknown world of nothingness?After gaining a firm foothold, she felt relieved.

Joan and Roy also thought of this point afterward. If they are trapped in another unspeakable place after being concealed, it is better to be able to evaporate at the same time than to stay alone in this wrong time and space. The possibility of taking care of.

"Woo!—" The whistle of the steam train sounded suddenly.

train?It's the sound of the train again...

Fan Ning looked at the railroad tracks, and saw another black train with dazzling headlights galloping from a distance, as if it was about to collide with the original train after one breath.

Ghost train...Ghost train incident in the small town of Gogol...The people who disappeared after jumping off the train for investigation...The non-existent youngest son of Mr. and Mrs. Smith who was considered to be hysterical...

The dream in the hotel's night's sleep...the morning after waking up...

Ghost train? .It turns out that it is just a medium connecting the real world and the wrong time and space under the influence of "hidden lights".

Fanning took up the baton "Old Days", which was first discovered to strengthen his inspirational connection with his companions, such as when playing in an orchestra.At this time, following Fan Ning's command and mobilization of the invisible power of the "key", water-like lines began to move towards the surrounding environment, and the figures of several people floated inexplicably, just like...the experience in a lucid dream.

At that moment, several irrelevant time scenes seemed to overlap together by mistake.

There are not only the inspiration that burst out at the high place of the current art gallery, but also the inspiration that burst out in the guest room in the small town of Gogol that night; both a few hours ago, I was in the direction of the lights of the town of Watznai at the door of No. 1 carriage Staring, there was also the sunshine that I woke up to after dreaming of a ghost train and flying out of the guest room window that morning.

He controlled his body and slammed into the window lightly, with the tip of the baton facing outwards, piercing through the ripples in the air, and smashing the cloudy and yellowed glass to pieces.

Jump down from the tall building of the museum!

boom! ! ——

Several invisible forces in different time and space acted on this erroneous connection point of inspiration at the same time, tearing the folded and curled secret curtain to pieces!

Fanning opened his eyes, the sun was setting, the train was still not moving, and the fields and mountains could be seen from the window.

Seems like a bad night's sleep.

It feels like a long time, but the recovery of energy is better than nothing.

It even had the opposite effect, a feeling of soreness and fatigue continued to spread from the body to the brain.

The luxuriously decorated compartment 1 is still brightly lit, and there are snacks and drinks on the table.

Joan, who was on the opposite sofa, put her entire body weight on Sheeran, who was on the inside, and the two were taking a nap.

Lu Fu next to him was sleeping at the desk, and beside his arm was a book that was spread downwards. It was the "Gentlemen's" Ghost Stories Collection with a gray design.

Fan Ning sat in a daze for a while, staring at the two girls across from him for a while, then suddenly realized that he was holding something in his left hand under the table.

So he bowed his head.

On his knees, there was a black top hat.

　Thank you for the monthly ticket of 9 in the dark night on September 6~
　　
　
(End of this chapter)