musicians of old

Chapter 306 The Change Behind the Secret Door (4K [-]-in-[-])

"Hiran? What's wrong with you!?"

Soon, Joan's voice came from the door.

She came out when she heard the movement, and saw her best friend squatting on the ground crying, and an ominous premonition hit her like a tide.

"Six Sonatas for Flute and Piano"?
Joan clenched her fists tightly. After reading the textbooks, music scores and letterheads on the desk, she suddenly remembered something and picked up the small porcelain cup at hand.

It was empty inside, and Joan leaned closer and sniffed it lightly, and then her face changed drastically.

"Door!"

She pulled up Xilan who was squatting on the ground, and quickly ran out of the corridor.

Two minutes later, in front of the wall of the souvenir shop, she first stood with her nose close to her face, and then pressed her face sideways, carefully feeling something with her "key" spiritual sense.

The isolation secret inside is still functioning, but there are very chaotic spiritual fluctuations, and there seems to be a cocoon-like thing at the mouth of the well.

"He has entered the secret door, and not only him, but also many people. Basically, it can only be the Special Inspection Office."

Joan gently hugged Xilan in her arms, patted her on the back, then supported her shoulders and said:
"Sheeran, hurry up and call Lu, and ask him to arrange for someone to allow me to take the earliest train in the direction of Fort Santaram. It's originally at 7:20, and I won't start until I arrive."

"What are you going to do?" Sheeran's cheeks were full of tears.

"Get off at the small town of Gogol. I'm going to try to save him. I've thought of many things. I asked him to ask for leave yesterday because it was also related to it. In short, in short, it's too late to talk about it now."

"Save him? The small town of Gogol?" Xilan was taken aback, "I'm going too, I'll be with you."

"No, you won't be able to help if you go there. Then, you should contact senior Roy urgently, how to deal with a series of changes related to the premiere, and whether the letter he left should be published or not. How to announce, she handles it more appropriately, you and I are not sure... We must act separately, it is useless for me to accompany you to comfort you, it is too late to explain, you believe me, do as I do, you are also needed here , I must go now."

"Then, I had a letter under my pillow, which I passed on to my parents."

Joan's voice was as lively and cheerful as ever, but Sheeran could see from her eyes and face that her personality and temperament seemed to have changed slightly compared with the past.

The next moment, her small figure had already galloped out the door.

Xilan stood there in a daze for a few seconds, then closed her eyes and stopped her tears.

"He's sure to be fine."

"But if he leaves, I will protect this spiritual garden for him."

She took out a handkerchief and wiped her face vigorously, then forced herself to stop sobbing, her gaze became firm and resolute, and her thin figure also rushed upstairs.

"The time at 7:20? So rushed?" Lu's voice on the other side of the phone was very surprised, "It's not difficult to arrange, but will Miss Nessimi come back in time for the evening performance?"

"There were some accidents." Sheeran gritted her teeth, but tried her best to maintain a calm tone, "Anyway, I'll tell you in private after the orchestra gathers this afternoon."

"Accident?" Lu instinctively had a bad premonition.

"Okay." "Beep beep beep"

Sheeran turned the second number wheel again.

"Mr. Fanning? Good morning."

It was almost seven o'clock at this moment, and Roy was a little surprised to receive such an early call from the music director's office.

Hearing that gentle and intellectual voice, and seeing the suit jacket on the office chair, the bow tie and pocket watch next to the pen holder again, Sheeran's suppressed emotions surged up again uncontrollably.

"Senior Roy, he's not here anymore"

When the other party called his name, Roy's heart suddenly sank due to the faintly suppressed crying.

After learning about the general situation and Joan's arrangement, she was silent for more than a minute before speaking:
"I'll come over now."

At 45:[-], she appeared at the door of the office.

"Senior Roy." Sheeran saw the tall figure in a black dress in front of her, and felt that the sense of security she had lost after Joan left just now had returned.

Roy's face was as pale as paper, but his tone was very calm. He walked up to Xilan and stroked her hair lightly.

"It's okay, let me think about it first."

Then she took a deep breath and picked up the letter that Fanning had left behind.

The content was already known on the phone, but she still read it a few more times, then frowned and thought about it.

"Senior Roy." Sheeran said, "His tone is not a private message, but an announcement to the public. There will be a fourth round of additional seat sales, there will be people, there will be media and music People in the industry, do we have to announce it, if it is delayed until the afternoon or even at night, all the music fans who came to the venue will be disappointed."

"No, you can wait a little longer." Roy looked up.

"I guess, when he wrote this notice, he didn't make sure that something like this would happen immediately, he just had a bad premonition, you see—"

Her fingers lightly traced the signature "Carolne Van Ning".

"This inscription has no date!"

"In the full text, the only thing related to the time node is 'now', but this is not a clear time, which shows that he has left some room or some hope."

"When it's not announced, it hasn't happened yet, and the fact that the premiere was aborted hasn't happened yet. Mr. Fanning has left part of the timing of the announcement in our hands, and, didn't Miss Nessimi also say that she remembered What, and then tried to save him? She may have mastered some effective methods."

Roy squeezed out a smile when he said this: "Maybe, before 8:[-] p.m., he will return to the podium?"

"Will he come back?" Sheeran's eyes lit up briefly, then dimmed again, "Those people in the special inspection hall. He. Our orchestra."

Although he couldn't say a word, Roy still understood what she meant.

After pondering for a while, she spoke:
"Mr. Fanning resigned from the position of director of the orchestra and handed over the Turner Art Hall to you, but you are also a member of the Guidance School, and this is still a public art facility under the protection of the Guidance School, so all this is not enough. Put aside the relationship. But at the same time, he directly withdrew from the guidance school!"

"So the nature of the matter is not the so-called 'left hand for right hand'. Mr. Fanning's personal grievances with the Special Inspection Office are the same thing, but everything in the Turner Art Hall has completely nothing to do with him. "Second Symphony "Song" will always have its premiere, even if it dies today, we will soon. , academics, aristocrats, factory owners and investors are at a standstill, and they are preparing to gain a notorious reputation in the extraordinary world.”

"Just imagine, the leader of the discussion group violated the basic principle of 'containing the spread of abnormal areas', deliberately destroyed cultural venues, and hindered the development of human art?" Roy analyzed the situation with a calm tone, "All of the above, the special patrol office has a strong style but I'm not a fool, although Poglerich is recognized as the strongest "orderer" today, but he doesn't have enough interests, and there is no need to make enemies in front of the church "saints" and school "advisors" in the discussion group..."

"In other words, there is a 'cost' or 'pressure' in their decision to hijack a person with dual identities like Mr. Fan Ning to set foot in a dangerous place. Only the benefits of the wreckage of the Qiyuan God or the secrets of the abnormal area can offset the cost. , the pure Turner Art Hall and the old symphony orchestra do not have this kind of interest."

She stroked Sheeran's hair again, and then calmly made a suggestion: "Everything goes on as usual during the day, just tell Olga, Congreve, and the two guest conductors about the 'possible cancellation', and the orchestra will let Virgil Or Lausanne prepares a set of replacement repertoire. If the "Second Symphony" cannot be performed, the content of Mr. Fanning's announcement will be announced in a "sudden and temporary" tone, and aftermath arrangements will be made-the choice of the four options will be given to Music fans: accept replacement tracks, wait for re-performances in the future, refund the original price on the spot, or exchange the same value for other performances with ticket stubs...the above are preparations for the most unfavorable situation, and we may not be able to use them.”

"Senior Roy, I'll listen to you." Sheeran sniffed, and the violin score was still tightly held in her arms: "But I'm really worried that he won't be able to come out, even though Joan said I can try to save him, but I am still worried, I am afraid that both of them will not be able to get out, and I always feel a little regretful that I was not with Joan just now."

"He will come out, you have to believe him." Roy smiled confidently, "When has he let everyone down? I think the main worry now is whether he can come out in time, or in time Can you go back to the podium after you come out, right? There is no doubt that there is a conflict between him and the authorities, but maybe not as bad as we think, so irreconcilable?"

Sheeran said "hmm": "Then I'll go change first, and then make contact arrangements."

"Go, it's okay, I'm here."

Roy turned his head away with a smile, and picked up the "Six A Cappella Suite for Cello" that she had seen a long time ago.

When flipping through the pages, her expression and breathing were no longer calm, and her shoulders trembled uncontrollably.

You better tell me everything.

When you said goodbye that day at the manor in the small town of Haiwale, you stepped on the gas pedal so deeply. I'm afraid it wasn't because you were angry before, or because you were having a petty temper, but because you made up your mind and made up your mind.

Did you see me when I stood under the gaslight?As far as your personality is concerned, you didn't even look at it.

Her eye sockets finally started to turn red, and when she saw the familiar ornaments hanging on the handle of the drawer, she slowly pulled it away with a blank mind.

A neat stack of envelopes.

"Bastard!!" Tears welled up on her face in an instant.

……

"Sir, it's all over, there's a door in this wall."

After going down the well for a long time, Salman's echo came from below again.

"Be careful when you go in," Norma Gunn ordered.

When the investigators stepped in one after another, Fanning was stunned in disbelief.

In the end?
By the way, I have been doing calculations just now, I didn't pay attention to the time and it feels wrong, it seems that it has been longer than last time.

According to memory, this is a tower-shaped structure with severely uneven distribution of heights, and the top should be a dim hall that symbolizes the origin of Jieyuan God.

It was not too far from the mouth of the well, and it didn't take long for the three of us to reach this height last time.

Further down, there is a strange hall covered with question marks, which may have recorded the symbols of the lost source gods, and the height difference is only less than ten meters lower.

Further down, the third layer "Qiyuanshen layer" is deep enough.

And the "Qiyuan God Layer" is still far away from the underground river cave at the bottom with the "Gate of the Dome" painted on it.

How to get to the end now?

He didn't think so many people could have missed anything before.

In extreme astonishment, Fan Ning fell in a line, his toes touched the stone bricks, and the "eyeball-style" door with a touch of bright red paint came into his eyes.

This trace and style can't be wrong.

His vision even captured the ashes and base of the candles in the intricate hollow candlesticks embedded in the armrest.

At that time, the three of us from nearly a year ago had stayed behind.

But what about the upper two doors?What about the underground river cave further down?

Why is there nothing?

There is only one main body of the underground building, the "Qiyuan God Layer"?
"It is indeed in the style of the Turangalian Dynasty."

He Meng, who was at the back, stared at the bronze texture of the door and the eyeball-shaped opening.

"It is suspected that the deep well of the Alchemist Association, the complicated style candlestick of the third history, and the ancient tunnel are spliced ​​abruptly, which is in line with the similar hybrid phenomenon recorded in the historical archives." Gang nodded.

Surrounded by the seven investigators, Fan Ning followed the crowd, and the two comprehensionists stepped behind, one after another, submerging into the weird and ancient dark corridor.

Everyone waited and watched vigilantly, Fan Ning also looked around without saying a word.

He found that there were indeed some abnormalities here, just like the wall of the well.

The soles of the feet are sticky, the wall tiles are cracked, and an uneasy dangerous atmosphere is seeping through the cracks.

Is it after the "pigment ball" passed by last time?Or some new unknown change later?
I was able to detect it because I had compared it, but the people in the special patrol office probably didn't know it.

While Fan Ning was on guard, he was also paying attention to the actions and reactions of these people.

While Fan Ning was thinking, everyone walked into the "gallery" from the corridor. Some of the abstract paintings on the wall made of human body transmutation pigments have fallen off, and some are still showing their teeth and claws.

Several investigators were carefully taking samples, and the two chief inspectors squinted their eyes carefully.

Its reaction with horror and surprise was similar to that of Fan Ning and his party back then.

But the next move puzzled Fanning.

The two investigators took out a watering can-shaped silver metal device and sprayed it on the abstract painting.

"Chi--" "Chi--"

The contagious pure white mist spread, and the place where it went was as dead as ice. Except for the two inspectors, everyone shuddered a few times.

"The brilliant essence of 'barren' phase?" Fan Ning noticed the heterogeneous colors pervading the gallery.

In addition to this rare and extraordinary material, there are many unidentified components.

The colorful paint on the abstract painting began to fade to a dismal white.

The investigators then pointed at each other's heads and pressed the watering can button.

Their hair and clothing also began to fade.

Immediately afterwards, including the two inspectors, the two men treated the team members' hair and clothing one by one to a pale color.

This kind of behavior of holding weird things on himself inexplicably made Fan Ning secretly start to wonder if these people were polluted by something. .
Just when he was puzzled, with a "chi" sound, the watering can turned and aimed directly at his face.

"What are you doing! Are you crazy!?" He took a step back angrily.

In fact, the reaction was already very fast, and the distance was instantly opened.

But the spread of this white mist was too far, and he was still sprayed.

"A tribute to a certain existence." The gentleman on the opposite side said without emotion, and continued to move forward without even looking at him.

"Stop talking nonsense, keep up." Norma Gunn said coldly.

(End of this chapter)