musicians of old

Chapter 545 25:[-] at night

At this time, the atmosphere in the team became silent again. After the six people had dealt with the filth in the area, they were naturally not in the mood to eat anymore. They just moved to another part of the dilapidated camp, and then sat and watched nightfall.

Regarding the next itinerary plan, we have already discussed it during the day today. We will continue to rest at night and choose an opportunity to set off tomorrow.

The terrain ahead is mostly swamps and reed fields. The time wasted in detouring is not worth the loss, so we can only choose to continue forward, and this is definitely not suitable for traveling at weird nights or bad weather. It is better to wait for another group of people who are mentally exhausted to start again. Rest round at night.

As for the vehicle, with the assistance of extraordinary power, the vehicle may be able to barely accompany it for a while, and then it will have to be discussed separately.

According to the estimates of the team, the journey should be more than halfway through now, and it is already possible to see the "lighthouse"-like thing with the theme of God buried in it recorded in the church's secret book at some point.

"Go back to the barracks."

"Move the car closer."

Once night falls, there are only a few breaths left before the world completely falls into darkness and silence. Soon, the remaining six people returned to the dilapidated barracks.

There is only a broken shelf left, but if you stay in the corner, you can still get solid shelter and protection from several sides.

"When can you use the invisible power?" Fan Ning, who was sitting on the ground and holding a pen, raised his head and asked. There were several wooden boards in front of him, which served as a writing surface.

He was asking Alpha and Andrew. The former was hanging several abandoned lanterns on the wall and lighting them up one by one. After a while, a small group of flying insects gathered.

"Tukeville, and Jacob taught you well."

Alpha turned his head and laughed twice.

It seemed that because he thought of Jacob's death just now, he quickly fell silent with a straight face.

A dry firewood caught in Andrew's hand also ignited a fire out of thin air.

Without a word he pounded it into a pile of dead leaves and branches in front of him.

Is it so easy to be promoted to a knowledgeable person now?Military general Janus's physical and mental qualities are very good.Fanning seemed to feel a limited degree of unusualness - compared to all the unnatural things he encountered during this wide period of time.

He immersed himself in writing the Fourth Symphony.

And, half an hour after stopping the distracting conversation, I felt that the creative state I had entered today was very good.

The idea is extremely smooth, and various harmonies, counterpoints, and material development methods are picked at random. The orchestration and timbre in the mind are "played wherever I point them", as if they are already waiting in the depths of the soul.

Even for those complicated and difficult puzzle pieces, you only need to gently pull the wool end, and the whole knotting idea will suddenly unfold.

This state is naturally very rare, and it is not common in Fan Ning's previous creative experience.

Under his pen, the first movement begins with the cool B minor prelude of snow bells, flute and clarinet, which is "the last sound heard before leaving this world", followed by the light and carefree G The major theme is presented. When this theme first appears, it is just like a drop of dew on a flower petal. Without sunlight, it looks simple and beautiful. But once the light is dissolved in it, it emits a strange brilliance, just like in the mountains, rivers and forests. A rich palette of blooming colors.
As the music progresses and develops, this strange and magnificent picture of mountains and rivers slowly unfolds. In the colorful sky scenery, there seem to be a few gorgeous and strange dark clouds floating from time to time. The audience below can appreciate the innocent smiles of the children. and innocent songs, but after staring at these childish faces for a long time, they seem to have undergone an unknown change, bringing with them an unknown strangeness and coolness.
All of them pay tribute to the retro legacy, but whether compared with past classical-style works or today's romantic works, they all present a completely different musical temperament with a strong personal style.

When writing until about [-] o'clock in the night, Fan Ning actually finished the first movement.

This is at least a week faster than what he expected when he reviewed the progress before writing.

It’s really a very difficult state to encounter.
Fan Ning, who had been sitting on the floor for several hours, lowered his body and stretched his shoulders and waist.

He felt that with such a smooth line of inspiration, he could consider whether he should follow the trend and start composing the second movement. "Crack-"

The sound of leather shoes crushing dead branches and leaves was heard, and Durk hurriedly stepped in front of Fan Ning:
"Lavoisier, did you hear that someone seemed to be singing outside?"

Fan Ning, who had just written the words "II Movement" Guyanus, immediately closed the pen cap with a bang and put it away.

After gathering all his concentrated inspiration, he did hear faint singing outside!

Fan Ning quickly walked to the door of the dilapidated barracks - there was no actual door here, it was just a rubber-covered black cloth curtain that could protect against rain between the collapsed beams and stone pillars.

Several other team members stood near the curtain, all with tense expressions. No one dared to go out to inquire further.

"These 'pilgrims' singing joyous songs can actually run to such a deep place. Isn't their will too strong?"

Fan Ning vaguely recognized a few familiar lyrics from "The Magic Horn of Youth" from the unfamiliar melodies. While he felt that this thing was weird and absurd, he couldn't help but admire the strong energy of this group of people.

"But, what language is this sung in?"

“I can’t even tell”

"That's not right. If I can't identify it, why would I recognize that it comes from the text of "The Boy's Magic Horn"?"

Amidst all the ambiguous paradoxes, Fan Ning shook his head in confusion and quickly discerned the accompaniment part other than the human voice.

It was a piano sound like a bird's song, a bird's song like a piano. In the repeated percussion of a series of mysterious chords that shimmered with bright light, the bass interpolated weird rhythms and tones, and the upper parts of the voice were interspersed. The short major third-perfect fifth motive echoes the human voice, becoming the only fragrant prayer for "sensory bliss" in the dissonant sound.

"White Mass?" Fan Ning frowned and spat out a phrase.

The "White Mass" he is talking about here is not the two classifications that Colonel Alpha made of the secret rituals of these occultists when analyzing the information of the Divine Advent Society. It refers to the Russian musician Skriya on the Blue Star. An alias for a piece written by Bing.

The prototype of the music that accompanies the "Happy Song" is Scriabin's "Seventh Piano Sonata"!
In other words, the order is reversed. The melodies arranged by the Divine Advent Society for the "Happy Song" were written according to the accompaniment of the "White Mass"!

Colonel Alpha's analysis completely fits the title of the work.

Moreover, this was the first time in this world that Fan Ning heard Blue Star music that was not reproduced by himself.

The human voice can be transmitted so far, and there is some instrumental accompaniment. In this dark wilderness, and just entering the boundary of B-105, there is undoubtedly something fishy, ​​but , Fan Ning did not have any more hesitation on "how to deal with it", and the team members did not ask questions.

Do you even need to ask?Before any new changes occur, the singing will naturally cease to exist!
Did he take the initiative to lift the curtain, walk out of the camp, and walk into the reed swamp to see what was going on?

"Don't these people need to sleep? Don't look at what time it is now. Why are there some kind of midnight concert?" Tukweil muttered, walked back a few steps, and looked at his wrist with the help of the faint firelight.

At this sight, his expression suddenly changed, as he felt that he had seen something more unnatural than the previous "instrument".

Fanning and other team members also raised their right hands.

23点59分56秒，23点59分57秒.
The mechanical surface is surrounded by rich colors, the concept has shifted, the numbers have overflowed the boundaries, the gears are laughing meaningfully, the angles formed by the hour hand, minute hand and aiming are twisted outward, and the relationship between sine and cosine functions gradually melts and collapses. , turned into a bunch of vector mixtures that exceed the cognitive limits of the two-dimensional plane.
It is difficult to describe what the dial he saw has become. Fanning struggled to read the next scale, which is the destination they will go to in the next hour:

"25 o'clock?"

(End of this chapter)