musicians of old

"This?."

"25 o'clock!?"

A few seconds later, the team members saw the shifted concepts and overflowing numbers for the "first time" and felt that their brains were blocked by something beyond cognition.

Sure enough, starting from this night, we encountered the "Lost Time" again. This seemed to be a new situation encountered after approaching the B-105 area.Fan Ning was also staring at his mechanical watch.

He still spent a few minutes trying to let the team members know about the existence of the "reset" phenomenon.

But the effect seems not ideal.

It's not that the team members don't believe him - the team members are trying their best to understand - mainly because the content of everyone's discussion on how to deal with the current situation is still the same as before.

Fan Ning recalled that every choice he made, including this time and before, seemed to be a decision to "wait and see what happens and not act rashly" before encountering a real threat.

This is the mysterious principle of doing things that is engraved in the bones.

Then, each time, I walked through the 11 "Times of Loss" in a quiet and weird atmosphere, while I repeatedly 'copied' the music I had created.

After dawn at 0 o'clock, the bird song mechanism lost its function. The "grid" of the masters in this life could no longer correct the abnormal zone. More distorted mirror images of the secret history came one after another. The team members went crazy and died, and they themselves were "Reset" reached a moment when I woke up in a daze, and the color in my eyes became worse again.
As for the "lighthouse" in the record, it is completely impossible to talk about it.

Could it be that, every time before, the team members did not actually enter B-105 at all, or were just stuck in a "mezzanine zone" or "map edge" full of errors?
"Lavoisier, what should I do?" Tucqueville listened to the inexplicable singing, looked at the incomprehensible clock hands, and asked similar questions to those in Fan Ning's memory.

Fanning stared at the black leather curtain covering the broken door of the barracks.

This time, he made a completely different decision:
"Go out and see."

It's definitely not out of curiosity, but because there are really no other options available. The ending of reaching a "dead end" after dawn is always the same.

I can't wait for the flowing "soap film" in my eyes to continue to spread.

At 25:15 at night, the black curtain was torn down by Fan Ning.

Several people stepped out of the barracks door, shadows squirming in the bright soil.

It turned out to be an extremely rare clear night, completely different from the dead darkness in the past.

The ground outside the door was still covered with sparse bushes, wild flowers and mushrooms, and a few meters away opposite, Fan Ning saw another small wooden house.

No, it's a row.

There are six small wooden houses in sight, and there are even lights in some of their windows.

Fan Ning turned around suddenly.

There was still a small wooden house behind him, but the camp and the curtain he walked out of were gone. After looking around a few times, the car was nowhere to be seen.

The low roofs, vines covering the walls, old fences and courtyards made everyone feel as if they had arrived at a primitive village.

There shouldn't be anything wrong with the village itself. Even Fan Ning's first impression was a bit like meeting a "cabin in the woods" in a fairy tale, but the strangeness and weirdness of the details quickly took over, especially when thinking of the "abnormal area" There are no native inhabitants” after this point.

The singing under "White Mass" still sounded far away, with a sense of misplaced silence. Fan Ning moved carefully between the cabins.

Could it be that this is another reappearance of a mirror image of a secret history unknown to me?
If it is twisted and chaotic enough, I am afraid that these team members will go crazy or die "again" and be "reset" again.As she walked, Fan Ning discovered that the area of ​​this so-called "village" was far larger than she had imagined. There were rows of small wooden houses separated by gravel roads that seemed to be roads but not roads. Looking around, the lights presented a bean-like scene. Order a little bit, squeeze together, like a pot of shimmering porridge.

After about 5 minutes of walking, there seemed to be a slightly open, square-like place ahead, and Fan Ning's pace accelerated slightly.

"Ding--"

"Ding--"

The cell phone in his pocket suddenly sounded a series of metallic notification sounds.

This sound effect is not a text message reminder, a WeChat reminder, or an APP pop-up window or alarm clock.

I don't know if it's because the frequency of using mobile phones is too low nowadays, or if this reminder scene was not used much in Fan Ning's usage habits in the past. He felt that his thinking was short-circuited for a while, and he couldn't remember what the sound effect was.

Until I took it out and saw it with my own eyes.

"Memo!?" Fan Ning's finger joints were straining.

All the “recent messages” on your phone are pop-up reminders from the built-in calendar app!

"Weekly work summary
7.27 Return visit from the parties involved in the mysterious incident.√

The holding room will be inspected next Monday morning (crossed out) next Tuesday morning√" - this is the top message.

"Compilation of interrogation transcripts.√

Investigation into the evil reputation of Baron Salena (not very conclusive)?
After dinner on Thursday at the Painting Analysis Seminar No. 11-15, participants:.”——This is the second message.

Calendar memos were still popping up every second. Fan Ning quickly opened the app and scrolled through it!
They were not recorded in the year 201X, which was closer to him in the previous life. At first, Fan Ning turned over until 1900 but could not find the recorded location. However, he found that the historical year above could still be read out by turning in circles.

After the thumbs of both hands quickly alternated without interruption, the screen went through a process of rapid sliding like a shuttle. Finally, Fan Ning finally found the dense memo in an area that was completely garbled for a certain period of time - this garbled situation. It's similar to the date of the text message reminder I received when I traveled out of time.

"Why do these diligent and trivial matters seem to be work reminders written by my father Vincent in this life when he was an investigator in the Special Patrol Office? But where did he get this mobile phone from then? It was obviously brought along with me through time travel, but there are obvious inconsistencies in the timeline. So, is it really a 'paradox antique'?"

"And more importantly, in the past, I carefully browsed through the phone and found no abnormal information. It was not until this time after I walked out of the camp in the 'Lost Time' that they popped up one after another? It was like suddenly It’s like receiving a delayed message on the signal, such a special change. Is this the real B-105 area?”

Fan Ning leaned against a fence, holding his cell phone tightly in both hands, trying to find more valuable information among these trivial work reminders.

The team members stood aside without saying a word.

Suddenly, a warm hugging feeling appeared on Fan Ning's thighs and abdomen!

His spiritual sense was completely unpredicted, and his subconscious reaction at this moment was to push himself off the ground with invisible force, and then burn the incoming attacker!
But when he looked down, he saw in front of him a thin girl, about fourteen or fifteen years old, wearing a plain white shirt.

She actually half-knelt in front of him, her cheek pressed against her abdomen, tears welling up in her eyes, and she started sobbing incessantly!

"Mr. Fan Ning, I... I really didn't expect to see you again, woo, woo, woo, you will finally come here, right?"

"My performance was really good, very good Mr. Kaplan. On the day of the premiere, my position was second from the left in the female high school. If you could see it, you would definitely praise me, right? Wow. But I have never seen you again. I remember. When you decided to let me join the choir, you said that you would look forward to my growth and progress. I will always remember it! I will always remember it!!!"

I accidentally posted a skipped chapter when I was proofreading last night. Sorry, I just replaced yesterday's content with chapter 116. The current one is chapter 117.