musicians of old

Chapter 541 Falling asleep
After Fan Ning pointed this out with certainty, everyone vaguely remembered it.

Only the room with the double bass that you enter the first time has a door, but the room with the piano that you enter the second time does not!

"This door!?"

Different enlightenment observers saw different clarity according to their spiritual state. Tukweil frowned and concentrated, trying his best to identify the details.

In the picture, it looks like it is made up of a metal plate at the top and several vertical 'steel sheets' at the bottom. Although the "workmanship" is crooked, it has a relatively delicate light-colored polished surface, and there are many key parts. There are few circular holes, and at this moment, rainwater like broken beads is falling along the front edge of the vertical steel sheet.

This is not a door at all. Looking at it as a whole, it looks like a crude "celesta"!
As the wind stirred up the sand, a shower of pebbles crackled onto it.

Not sure whether it came from the mirror or from the actual location a hundred meters away, everyone heard a series of crisp but discordant notes that sounded like nervous wails!

The candle went out, green smoke floated out, and the picture in the mirror also collapsed.

There was an ominous silence in the team.

Could it be that, under the influence of some unknown existence, the former people here gradually turned into various "instruments" and blended in with each other?
And, is this change still happening today?

Is this considered dead or alive?

"Leave here, hold on, and continue driving in the rain?"

Tucqueville did not choose to ask Bishop Lavoisier what was written on those papers. He broke his silence and made a suggestion.

Now all the team members are drowsy.

"Durk was just checking a tree this morning."

Fanning's answer made him realize that this proposal was not very useful.

On the one hand, the team members are already drowsy, but more importantly, this mutation is not unique to this camp!Like the violins hanging on the tree
"Show me those files." Fan Ning spoke again after a while.

The team members handed the things they had just collected to Fan Ning, hoping that he could get some more specific past records.

But Fan Ning's eyes followed the twisted words on the torn page, and his expectations were disappointed again.

".You have eaten the meat, and my position has moved twenty centimeters. It is not unlucky. The furniture here is very beautiful, and I am of high quality. This is the result of her or the extra time. The big tree also has hers." Figure, by the way, there are always some doors behind it!"

"You are spinning around without authorization, listening or watching. I have no objection, but don't let these sounds and these paintings affect your work! The moon will come out! Alas!"

".Go to the right, go to the right, go deeper into the road, go deeper into the road, I'm back, are you back? You sang it wrong! Hahaha, if you don't believe me, just think about it with your eyes, things are going to be messy Big!"

Fan Ning exerted force with his fingers, making a rustling sound. He squeezed the files into a tight ball and threw them out.

There is nothing grammatically wrong with these words and sentences, but the cause and effect and logic come and go, as if they are disconnected and disconnected, just like talking in a dream. It is extremely uncomfortable for a person who is still conscious to see it. It is better to be like the team members. It's better if you don't know these words.

Perhaps, trying to find some pattern in disorder and collapse is a wrong decision in itself.

This camp with a sturdy frame, waterproof and windproof is already a very ideal place. Now that we have checked the surrounding environment, refined the elixir to deal with "worms", take turns to rest, regain energy, and continue to set off, these are the goals.

Under Fan Ning's control, the water on the branches and piles of fallen leaves was quickly evaporated, and the flames suddenly burst out.

As the two priests put various medicines and accessories into the quartz pot, various bubbles with psychedelic colors began to boil.

"Brigadier General Boles mentioned that the ring in his eyes seemed to have spread before the accident." Durk mentioned during the refining process.

"Moreover, he is in a more exhausted state," added Priest Jacobs.Although generally silent, everyone was trying to summarize the reasons why the change happened to him in the first place.

No one wants to be next.

"Currently, there are only two types of potential threats we can find." Fan Ning said, "The ubiquitous colors we see in our eyes, and the 'worms' we have heard about before, these two things can be considered 'Pollution', but it is different from the knowledge pollution we usually define. His mutation is likely to be the function of one of them, but it is not yet certain which one it is. It is also possible that the two have a certain connection with each other."

According to the logic sorted out in the early stage, Fan Ning speculated that "colorful" is likely to be some external manifestation of the collapse of the abnormal area, and "worms" are things that rot and breed from it.

There is no doubt that both of these are threats to people living under normal mechanisms.

"Everyone, cheer up and wait for the elixir to come out first. The sleepiest ones will rest first, and the others will take turns."

As time passed, Tukweil reminded several people whose eyelids were fighting.

Not sleeping for 40 hours, and this place has a natural "muddle" effect on consciousness, is indeed very uncomfortable.

Fatigue makes people spiritually weak, and their self-will is scattered, making it easier for external pollution factors to invade. However, in sleep, it is easy to see more terrifying "worms". The two mutually determine not to use this kind of spiritual power. Drugs will only make you die faster.

Fan Ning frowned and looked at the pile of potions churning in the stone pot.

As the last vial of "Sneaky Water" was poured in, their color suddenly collapsed, and gradually shrank and became sticky, finally turning into a small ball of asphalt-like substance whose color could not be read, and its taste It smells like raw animal offal.

The Special Patrol Office stated that the storage time of this medicine is less than 12 hours, so it cannot be refined too far in advance. If the color on the surface becomes clear, it has begun to deteriorate.

When part of the cooled elixir was sucked out through the dropper and distributed into the hands of the three sergeants, everyone showed a hint of fear, but in the end they bit and swallowed it.

"Cough cough cough cough." "Wow——"

While the elixir was still in the esophagus, these people felt their stomachs churn, and they all bent down and vomited out all the remains of the food they had eaten two hours ago.

The two priests who had made it themselves looked at each other with ugly expressions. They both doubted whether their operation was correct, and also doubted whether it would be useful to spit it out like this. They also thought that they would have to take such a bite in a few hours.

But now, the fact that they would fall asleep soon has become a physiological law that cannot be violated. These people used their last energy, rinsed their mouths casually a few times, then lay down on the ground one after another, and began to snore.

Four people, including Fan Ning, sat on the ground and began to watch.

According to the next arrangement, those who will take the remaining elixir will be Tukweil and Jacob, as well as himself and Durk - a combination of a bishop and a priest, taking turns in the second and third batches.

In order to maximize the effectiveness of the first dose of the elixir, the team members who have fallen asleep will be allowed to sleep as long as possible. It is estimated that when it is Fan Ning's turn to rest, it will be after dawn tomorrow.

There was lightning and thunder outside, and it was pouring rain. There were lights on and firewood burning in the camp hall. In the corners, all the fallen leaves and branches spread under everyone had been evaporated, which ensured as much comfort as possible. , but the people who were awake were no longer in the mood to chat.

The unexplained attrition made the atmosphere scary and ominous. Although some things were speculated, no one even witnessed how this process happened.

The three priests picked up church classics and tried to calm down their emotions by reading them silently.

Fan Ning continued to think about the "Fourth Symphony", trying not to think about the series of unnatural things he had just witnessed, as well as the insane Chinese words he read, as if he was talking in his sleep.

At the same time, these people were inevitably allocating their energy to the empty and dilapidated hall, the door outside the howling wind, the strange musical instruments inside, and the three team members lying beside them, preparing Deal with the unknown that may arise at any time.

Time passed by minute by minute.

Perhaps, this is another "failure" of misplaced expectations, and dawn will still come as usual.

(End of this chapter)