musicians of old

The top of the seven-foot piano was covered with heavy and thick layers of cloth.

Fanning peeled it off layer by layer, wet on the top and dry on the bottom.

"crunch-"

What was then uncovered was the scarred lacquer cover, and a pile of fine weatherings spilled on the keys.

"135135153153...613613631631..."

Fan Ning stood in front and slowly "poked" groups of arpeggios with his fingers.

It's a very old grand piano, the rebound has some problems, the tone becomes crisp and rough, and the overall pitch is about one and a quarter of a full tone lower.

But if you look at the 40 years of climate erosion in the rainforest, it is new, and it is so new that it does not conform to realistic logic.

Joan has already begun to outline the thick purple altar pattern around the piano, and then three irregular arcs in the center that are generally smooth but curl at the end.

The Lord of Witness "Northern Wind".

At the same time, the pure white and severe cold air of the essence of "Desolation" phase shines in the sky.

So far, there are enough factors that are strongly related to the target retrospective event. If orderly music is used to "filter and correct" the birdsong outside the building, the life works of Viern or Torn are optional. item.

Of course, Scheler should have a better understanding of Thon's works, and it would be a little strange to know Viern's works at his fingertips.

"Just play the music of its former owner." Fanning took off the guitar from his body and handed it to Luna.

"Me? You only taught me the simplest pieces of Master Ton's pieces." Luna accepted it shyly.

"Anything, it's just a form."

"Oh." The little girl hung "Illyrian", which is close to most of her height, and earnestly played "Near Dusk", which is often used as a skill practice for beginners and has a beautiful musicality-it has classical Temperamental soothing bass progression, on top of which is a melodious and songly two-tone melody.

An was humming its high note softly, and at this moment the numerous birdsong outside the building began to change.

The vocals are decreasing, but it's not obvious to the uninspired.

Fan Ning bent down and placed the four lit candles around the altar one by one, and fixed another candle on the corner of the piano body.

There is a high-level assistant to assist, and the inspiration of the main executor is also different from the past. In addition, there is ample supply of "barren" phase-brightness essence, all of which make the secret ritual more simple and intangible. But it doubled.

"We call upon 'North Wind', the god of midnight lost, the god of poignancy and withering."

He read a prayer in Turangalian.

"hiss--"

The mist of frankincense essential oil is transpiring, and the strange fragrance with resinous smell floats out, which makes people's mind calm down.

"Those who stare at him will sink into the sea like a sunken ship. Those who remember him must bury the decree until the severe winter. Those who worship him today should not serve him the next day. Those who worship him tomorrow will never worship him."

Among the voices of thousands of recordings of historical sounds, some disjointed sound blocks are bundled into lines, some disturbing and entangled progress is eliminated, and some latent and noteworthy bird sounds are more prominent.

The total number of voices is further reduced.

Fanning stood beside the rotten leather stool and played the keys on the piano with one hand, playing a delicate and flowing impromptu cadenza, intertwined with the sound of the guitar "Illyrian" in Luna's hand and the soft hum of Miss Nightingale.

So the current scene is more and more similar to the historical scene of that year.

""prelude"……"

""prelude"……"

"There was a duet audition here, and then the "Prelude" of the 'Awakening Song' in 875 of the new calendar..."

The walls are rolling, the clouds are separating, the old wounds are aching, and the sound holes of the musical instruments are in the most spiritual state of retraction.

Fan Ning, who was standing in front of the piano, was still flying his fingers on the keyboard with his left hand, and he looked up at the cracked and leaking ceiling of the hall.

The scene outside the building is shuttling and fading, and the high-altitude birdsong is separating and settling.

The inexplicable old light penetrated through the cracks, and the inspiration and thoughts rose higher and higher. In Fanning's mind, the sound of birdsong was automatically transformed into the past two sounds of piano and guitar, and further changed into a more harmonious sound in the orchestration group. original sound.

In the thin and relatively neat birdsong, he heard a single melody composed of chromatic scales, which showed more of the timbre characteristics of the flute.

The tonality of the melody is vague, drowsy, with a sense of utter instability, as if the lines carved on the canvas are not very clear, and it is not until the latter part that a possible direction is hinted. There was a pause on the pillar note.

"This is..." Fanning frowned.

Soon, the flute-like timbre merged into the ambiguous velvety horn and woodwind sound, and brought out a long series of diatonic slides of the harp.

The string components play a provocative soft tremolo, and the colors are delicate and delicate.

The spring is bright, the wind is clear and the sun is warm, and the sky and clouds are bright, making people drowsy.

""prelude"?……"

"This is Debussy's "Prelude to the Afternoon of the Faun" by the impressionist master of the previous life! That impressionist orchestral work is as famous as the "Sea" I once performed!!"

"Vienne actually 'wrote' a "Prelude to the Afternoon of the Faun"? This is the "Wake Up Song" in 875 of the new calendar, and this is the "Wake Up Song" he realized? No wonder he is a Western The organist of mainland religious music can actually awaken another god in the south with a completely different style; no wonder, according to Master Luckert’s recollection, some voices in the music critics at that time said that the sound effect was too radical and advanced..."

Fan Ning was so shocked that even his limbs trembled, and the splendor under the tip of his left finger stopped abruptly.

Within a few seconds, Luna's playing and Ann's humming were interrupted one after another.

The candles were extinguished, the smoke drifted away, and the music disappeared into thin air.

"Chirp, chirp, chirp..." "Chichi, chirp, cuckoo, cuckoo..."

The Flawless Frost brought by the Essence of Radiance has melted from the broken windows, and the world has returned to the sound of birdsong.

The disobedience of "Desolation" subsided, and "Key" still seemed to maintain a relatively high intensity. The cracks in the walls were cruising, the doors were flapping, and the branches of trees extending into the building trembled.

"But Vienne doesn't look like a 'time traveler' anyway?..." Fan Ning put the guitar handed by Luna on his back again, and fell into deep thought.

"Western Continent-style religious musicians, the guidance of Mr. F, the power of the 'Old Days', the Prelude to the Afternoon of the Faun, the 'Awakening Song' opened in 875, the charming lady with short red hair hugging and congratulating?  … ..."

Thinking about it, Fan Ning suddenly felt an electric shock on his wrist.

It's like being pranked with a lighter igniter in the previous life.

He looked subconsciously and saw Joan's new characters on the sleeve, and his scalp went numb all of a sudden:
"run!!!"

Fan Ning lowered his head abruptly, and saw the pattern on the ground under the entire piano. At some point, it changed from purple to blood red, and the lines also changed. Flowing lines representing water waves and a palm stretching upwards!

The witness symbol of the phase "pool"!
There was no time to think about what "Prelude to the Afternoon of the Faun" meant, so he hurriedly dragged Luna and An, who were on the left and the right, to evacuate.

Just when they left the range of the altar, everyone felt that they "squeezed" a certain juice-filled air skin, and their clothes were soaked in a large area, and two seconds later, the two rotten seats, the grand piano and the shifter behind them The layers of cloth that were opened quickly dissolved into a red-black viscous liquid!
Everything else was gone, and at first glance it looked like a puddle of saproling rain in the middle of an empty hall.

"Dengdengdeng..."

The sound of footsteps was mixed with gasps, and everyone rushed to the end of the corridor quickly.

After staying away from the influence of a certain extremely strong "pool", the sense of disharmony of the "key" phase in the air is highlighted again. The textures of the walls on both sides are biting each other, and the hinges of the doors are crumbling. The broken lock on the window turns itself like oil.

At the corner of the stairwell, the figures of the three made a sharp turn.

"Ah!" "Ahhh!!"

Before he had time to digest and comprehend what happened just now, there were suddenly creepy and heavy screams downstairs.

"How could there be someone?" Ann exclaimed.

"The voice seems familiar." Luna shrank behind Fanning, and when Fanning turned a corner again——

He saw that the handrail frame began to twist, the doors burst open, and snakes boiled out of the wellhead!

There is no place to stand on the ground of the first floor, and there are purple-red, slender and sticky scales wriggling in layers!
The crowd rolling and howling among them was the team of hunters who had just separated in the rainforest in front of the St. Agnes Hospital.

"Aren't these people afraid of approaching the hospital? Why did they come in instead?"

Fanning let go of the two's arms, frowned and watched what happened under the steps, as if recalling the hesitation or thinking they seemed to have in place before they separated.

Maybe it was really polluted by some "dry soul curse"?

Thinking about it, Fan Ning didn't have any idea of ​​making a move, because even if the other party was the person he wanted to save, it was too late.

The fierce venom and sharp teeth of the snakes have opened the human body in countless places.

Thin snakes crawled in and out of the heads of these people, and the horrible and distorted wailing echoed endlessly in the hospital hall, but the result of the noise was only a few more snakes drilled into their own throats.

The two little girls huddled closely behind Fanning with pale faces.

The two previous hunter leaders looked at Fanning, but judging from their bursting eye sockets, they were seeking death rather than survival. The next moment, their sharp tongue pierced their eyeballs from the inside out, and then Black, white, red... all of them were pushed out by snakes from the hollow black eye sockets.

"The bather who is obsessed with food and sex is an animal, the birds in the forest are animals, and the snakes in St. Athene's Hospital... are also animals?"

Fan Ning frowned and muttered to himself.

He has already had a lot of inspirations about food, color and aroma, exotic rainforests and strange birdsong along the way. Although the rhythm of the journey is too dense and he has not written yet, he has determined that the opening atmosphere of the third movement is mysterious and melodious, and there is even a hint of "Fragrant" atmosphere.

But now he realizes again that for nature or the world, it only takes one blink and one bar to go from one extreme to another - this is a vague cognition in the second movement, but never presented to him. Now so clear, it is clear that this will bring about an essential turn in the development of the latter part of his third movement.

The swarm of snakes from the well was still boiling out, and after completely drowning the hunters, they rushed towards the stairwell where Fan Ning was standing.

"Run back to the second floor!" Luna hurriedly pulled the clothes of the teacher and sister.

"No, upstairs too..." An took a step up and stopped her feet abruptly.

At the place where I just came all the way, scarlet letters spewed out of the cracks in the walls, especially in the cracked ceilings, where the snakes fell like a waterfall, as if there was a huge release bag on it.

The air was filled with a dangerous sweet smell, and in less than five seconds, the front of the snakes on the upper and lower floors jumped up the stairs, blocking the escape route of the three people who were halfway around the corner.

"Bang——————" "—" "—" "—"

Fanning tapped the wood surface of the guitar with his palm, knocking out the strange rhythm of heavy beat and light beat reversed, and began to rub the syncopated prelude and flower pattern with his fingernails.

The crawling speed of the snakes in front slowed down, and they seemed to be affected by this strange rhythm, which hindered their original instinct to bite the body or create wounds.

"—— da da da da da da da" "— da da da da da da da"

On this basis, Fan Ning took the B string symbolizing "Yan" as the main body of spiritual oscillation, plucked a very infectious and exciting dance melody, interspersed with warm and dense cadenzas In the meantime.

Argentine composer Piazzolla "Free Tango"!
The snakes raised their heads.

"Hiss..." The scarlet letter was still spitting out.

While the major and minor scales are changing alternately, rapid and changeable harmony accents appear repeatedly, while the fixed strength and weakness patterns in the music bars are completely broken, resulting in a strange sense of urgency and appeal.

All the snake heads began to sway in unison with the rhythm!
Teacher, he... Luna and An watched all this dumbfounded.

"Cover your ears a little bit." Fanning gently reminded.

The invisible spiritual storm is constantly rippling away from the "Illyrian" in Fanning's arms. The overly fanatical "freedom" means "chaos" or "chaos", but this kind of passion is also the most efficient way to make other passions surrender Way.

While the melodies that seem to have similar sound patterns are repeated, the texture gradually becomes denser, the sound range gradually expands, and the brilliance of dazzling skills gradually becomes impenetrable...

The mood of the tango dance gradually became high, and the fuchsia snakes danced wildly!

Under the endless exhaustion, their letters stopped swallowing, and the purple-red scales of the snake's body swelled exaggeratedly, showing the cracks between the strips, and the gray-white muddy light seeped out of it. .

In the coda, Fanning scrapes out a sharp, descending coda with his fingernails.

"Keng!!" The lower part of the palm touched the strings, and immediately retracted.

The dancing of the snakes stopped abruptly.

The turbid light in the cracks in the scales burst out completely, and then went out like ashes in the next moment.

All parts of the snake's body began to wither and harden, bursting into wisps of dust, leaving only small twisted hard residues on the ground.

Fanning put the guitar behind his back, walked down the steps calmly, and Luna and An put down their hands covering their ears and followed quickly.

Their faces were still flushed with discomfort, and their heartbeats had not recovered from the disordered state. It was Fanning who consciously protected the connection and vibration of the two strands of spirituality, and reminded them to cover their ears at the end of the music.

Fan Ning kicked away the dry and stiff remains of the snake carcass, and squatted in front of the two highly festered human corpses, frowning and thinking about something.

The two little girls stood at a distance, not daring to look directly at him, but kept staring at the light-colored almond leaf and pomegranate pattern of "Illyrian" on his back.

Fanning was still sick, with headaches and stomach churning, like motion sickness that hadn't come over.

But he seemed to have been thinking hard about something, pondered for a while, then stood up and looked at the messy limbs beside him.

The appearance of the corpses is undoubtedly horrible, the head alone is covered with mucus, and it is full of dense honeycomb-like cavities.

"Three...five...six, seven, eight, nine..." For the first time, he clearly counted the number of hunters.

Nine bodies.

Fanning counted again.

In other words, two leaders and seven subordinates?

His right fingertips lightly brushed over the purple D string, then raised his left arm, and quickly wiped out some remaining spiritual textures on the clothes:

"How many people were there in the special inspection team that you and I faced before?"