musicians of old

"At least it doesn't show any bad side so far, right?"

Because her mind had no time to digest the huge amount of information, Qiong asked Fan Ning and spoke a little faster.

"These musical instruments connected with the umbilical cord to the cabin have never hindered our flight before. But now, I feel that I have gradually established some deeper connection and induction with them. Since the road to the lighthouse depends on that song The keyboard variations are open, why don't I try to control them to play variation 1, maybe it will be better than your control?"

At this time, the aria music in Fan Ning's head just came to a quiet end.

"Ta-ta-ta-ta-ta-ta-ta-ta-ta-ta"

A metallic bass beat emerges inch by inch from the flute body, along with bright and light sixteenth notes.

The flight speed suddenly rose to a big level.

The lighthouse is approaching.

"Furthermore, I did feel the gathering of the power of the secret history, and my sense of control over the right of passage to the 'Gate of Disproportion' at a higher level. It was very slow, but there was a feeling. If I continued to absorb it like this, maybe one or two hours, maybe three In five hours, when this flute completely completes its transformation, it may become a real 'star track', my 'paradox antique'."

Fan Ning frowned while flying at high speed. He recalled Vincent's distrust and warning at the end of the log about using the secret history of the "Eighth Phase" to build a "scaffold" for climbing. He always felt something indescribable in his heart. inappropriate and uneasy.

Under what circumstances would Vincent, a person who is likely to have the ability to be promoted to an Enforcer, choose to stay in the third level of Xiaoxiao instead of rising higher?

However, all currently known order enforcers since the New Era, except those who created their own keys like Pogorelic, have adopted similar methods to achieve promotion.

With my knowledge of the second level of understanding, how can I prove that such an emotional diary without any supporting evidence is not Vincent's extreme one-sided words, or the remarks made under an abnormal mental state?
Fan Ning couldn't find a suitable entry point.

"Anyway, we still have to get to the lighthouse quickly." He could only remind him first.

"Of course it takes priority. We are on our way." Joan, who was holding the flute, expressed no objection.

"Haha, you are too impatient. You are too impatient."

Suddenly, Mr. F's ghostly laughter reappeared.

This time it was standard Hoffmann language that both of them could understand, and the sound was very close, as if it came from a veneer.

"What are you two deciding for in such a hurry? You think you are on your way or fleeing, but how can you be sure that it is safe outside and dangerous here, and how can you be sure that people's destination must be in the world, not here? Where is the kingdom of heaven?”

In the twisted soap bubbles flowing in the field of vision, the lines of human facial features appeared vaguely. In the flashing colors, Mr. F's face was vaguely visible!

This person actually appeared in their eyes!
"Ignore it."

Fan Ning felt a little anxious after hearing this, but seeing Qiong frowning, looking like she was thinking and wanting to argue, he still hurriedly reminded her.

This person's methods are very high-level and his behavior is very weird, but nine times out of ten, he is within some kind of restrictions. Otherwise, he can use more coercive methods instead of going back and forth with him like this. pull.

"People are not born knowing where they are going. You think you shouldn't stay here, you think you should go back, but the world outside is just a transit station, a defective product that is about to collapse. Come to this old industrial world You used to think of yourself as a passer-by, but now what’s going on with this sudden sense of belonging?”

"It doesn't actually mean anything if you go out. You still want to come back. You will always come back. Look at them. They all know that heaven is the best destination. They are ready for transformation and change. And You actually don’t think clearly.”

"."

The cold wind howled, but the two of them remained silent, and the distance to the lighthouse was still rapidly closing.

"Bang!!" In front of the lighthouse, a very awkward smash hit it.

Ice, snow and mud were scattered in the field of vision formed by the soap film. Fan Ning took in a breath of pain all over his body, and the light and shadow of Qiong's body also swayed, like an unstable electric current.

At this time, he began to realize that both he and Qiong's control of the invisible power seemed to have become dull, or that their corresponding phases themselves had become distorted and malfunctioning.

Qiong's figure flew into the cracked stone door of the base. Fan Ning quickly climbed up and followed, ignoring the pain of his whole body falling apart.

The soles feel like sticky slurry.

The moment he entered the lobby, the whole building began to shake violently again.

After boarding the escalator and turning into the corridor on the second floor, everything was spinning. The colors in the field of vision became thicker, overflowing the plane where the eyes were, and clusters of them squirmed in the surrounding space.

"Your performance of the Goldberg Variations was good, haha, but I also came into contact with this work when I was ten years old."

"Moonlight on the Dnieper River" hanging on both sides of the corridor is covered with twisted soap film, in which Mr. F's facial features are vaguely visible.

This person still chased me!

"Go forward, please go forward with all your strength."

The faces of countless Mr. F on the canvas are constantly distorted and deformed. One moment, the eyeballs are swollen like watermelons, and the next moment, the nose and lips are stretched into a thin arc.

Fan Ning felt that his body was becoming out of control. He was enveloped in the brightly colored thick liquid around him and staggered towards the end of the corridor. Of course, his consciousness was already very loose and could not support his body to make more tendentious movements. action.

"Remembering more fragments and details may help with cognitive recovery next time, if there is a next time."

He raised the score in his right hand with difficulty, calling up the last controllable part of his spirituality.

Knead vigorously and rub it loose!

Pieces of terminal skins containing excerpts from the first three movements of the "Fourth Symphony" fluttered around him, forming a rainbow-colored cyclone, and surged towards Qiong's position next to him. The figures are tumbling among the colors and can hardly be seen clearly.

After searching his field of vision for a few seconds, he noticed that the other party made a slight nod.

The next moment, Fan Ning was "led" like a puppet to the painting with "D minor clef" painted on it at the end of the corridor.

He didn't feel the movement or touch of reaching out, but a hand covered with colorful contrasting colors stretched out.

"Chila—"

The canvas of the painting was smashed open.

There is still a big ":)" inside

really!

"Haha, haha." Sensing the anger everywhere, Fan Ning laughed a few times.

Although he took control of his body after being caught up, the opponent was set up again!