musicians of old

Chapter 596 THANKS

"The Gate of the Absorber."

"The door at the top of the Hui Tower, leading to the HOS, they think this door is the 'Dome Door', and the other door is the 'Summer Door', and they have seen it in person, are they sure of it?" "

Fan Ning tried hard to recall the connection between the meaning of "haustor" and other things.

Some things that confused my former self, but because I couldn't figure it out, I could only put it behind me temporarily.

"It's just a name. They are trapped in the aberration zone and have gone completely crazy." Sheeran packed the stack of nitrate films with "Silence!" written on them one by one.

By the way, in Xilan's view, they were just "trapped". Fan Ning's eyebrows were trapped in a tangled shadow.

It’s not just Sheeran, it’s the entire Guidance school, it’s everyone else in the official organization.

Mr. Wax was the only one who witnessed the death process of He Meng and Gang with his own eyes, and only Pogorelic was informed.

——Due to his own disturbance, two "real and fake Sylvia" appeared for no apparent reason. One of them escaped lightly under the illusion arranged by Mr. Wax, and her whereabouts are still unknown. The Special Inspection Office originally had no intention of killing the two. He kept the matter secret, and now he would not choose to report the real situation.

"Aspirator."

"Double-disc flukes?"

The thin and gorgeous wine glass shattered with a crash, and traces of bright red overflowed from the gaps between Fan Ning's fingers.

Seeing the still thoughtful look on his face, Sheeran sighed habitually, without any more persuasion or blame, and took his arm to treat the wound cut by the glass.

Fan Ning thought of the steep mountain road below the lighthouse, the cold and thin air, the repetitive drumbeat-like leg movements, and the moment before the phone was shut down at 1% battery, Vincent's penultimate memo, without beginning or end, Completely irrelevant memo:

"I noticed that there is something called "double disc fluke", which is a parasite that snails are infected with during feeding."

What is Vincent using this metaphor for? What does "Double Disc Fluke" equate to? Who is the snail equivalent to? .

What kind of pathological changes will occur after infection?

"Ding-dong-"

The sweet bells rang, and the attendant opened the pleated curtains on the wall to reveal a small rectangular window.

"Sir, the screening time you rented is up. Do you need to renew? Five shillings for one hour."

"Need not."

Fan Ning came to his senses, picked up his duffel bag and stood up.

After meeting him outside the door, the other party was still trying his best to sell: "Are you really not going to try the latest movie film we introduced this year? It is a sound version created by Kayam Film Company with innovative picture quality, covering love, Categories such as workplace, literature, suspense, and thriller will definitely be more immersive and experiential than the two-person studio films!”

Really, I'm afraid there is still a gap. Hearing the last sentence, Xilan curled his lips secretly in his heart and accelerated his pace a little.

The gentle sunset set on the Pushor River Bridge, and the lights lit up one by one along the street. The two of them walked side by side, with the South Pier area in front of them.

"Isn't it going to Metraun and Eagles? Where do you want to take me?"

Sheeran asked confused questions as they descended to the other end of the bridge.

It should be a long trip, but from noon to afternoon, the two of them had not left the city of Uflansel.

"If we are repeating the previous 'travel route', it should probably be like this. We should walk more along the way." Fan Ning stared at the ground, holding the two straps of his backpack with both hands, "And the feeling of being in the world is very good. It makes people want to talk more about the world of 916 in the New Calendar.”

"Okay, it's still your explanation style." Sheeran turned her head and looked at him, "There are many people who want to talk to you, and the list of scheduled talks is already very long. Right, Senior Sister Roy will reply to you. Yet?"

Fan Ning suddenly smiled helplessly. After some consideration, he still touched the light pole at the end of the bridge with his palm, letting the light golden writing appear on the light gray wrought iron.

Letters to and from letters.

"I'm back. I haven't replied for a long time. I'm very sorry. I have read all the unread letters carefully this time. But you don't have to rush to come to me for the time being. The external situation is complicated. It's better to stay in the Holy City. Harvest Art The festival is approaching. After arranging the things that need to be arranged and completing the preparations that need to be done, we will meet you in Janus to keep in touch."

"Ah! What a surprise on a gloomy and rainy day! Mr. Fan Ning finally appears. I wish you were safe!

But I'm not in a hurry, am I? It is very pleasant to live here. San Porto is the best city to live in in every sense. Over the past year, I have tasted a lot of delicious food, visited many interesting scenic spots, and attended many art salons. , art exhibitions, concerts and religious activities, and I also made many, many, many new friends.”

So who is worried? Before Xilan could figure it out, the handwriting gradually faded away.

Steamships and airships roared with constant complaints, haggard artists wandered in bookstores on the Left Bank, and crowded cafes were filled with drunken laughter.

After walking for more than an hour, the two boarded the dock. Fanning bought two first-class tickets to the Metraun area.

On the ship, the door of the flower-filled tavern was pushed open.

Beside the floor-to-ceiling windows, where the setting sun lingers.

"Do you need me to drink with you?" Sheeran asked.

"Whatever, order what you like."

"Then just order the same thing for me."

"Sweet white wine from Gabeviller, 6 small bottles." Fan Ning nodded, took the menu from the waiter, and flipped it directly to the back corner, "There is a lovely cooperative restaurant here that sells a I like my favorite stew, which is also filled with juniper berries and white wine, as well as smooth sliced ​​pickles and thin and crispy black pepper sausages. Let’s have some first.”

"Your tone makes me sound like it's Joan." Sheeran commented from the other side.

The waiter who took the tip thanked him and left temporarily. At this time, Sheeran asked again: "Caron, are you sure that with this level of disguise, they won't discover our whereabouts?"

The two disguised themselves to a certain extent, enough to prevent ordinary people from connecting them with famous figures, but it did not involve mysterious means.

"Oh, you are still thinking about Irving." Fan Ning pinched the gauze covering the scratched glass in his right hand with his left hand, "Discovered the 'whereabouts'? ​​Then, what to do?"

"I hope that the methods of these people under the leadership of Pogorelic can be smarter and more incomprehensible. If they still stay in the past tense, as an 'opponent', I will be very disappointed."

"Woo!!"

The steamer made a high-pitched roar.

The river surface, with its broken light spots dancing around, was sliced ​​open inch by inch by its huge body.

The cabin swayed slightly, and the girl's face was as wet as amber wine.

What an earthly journey.

Fan Ning continued to sigh melancholy: "I am just an artist in an unofficial organization. Regarding the current situation and interests, the Special Patrol Office should have more confidential information, a clearer position, and a more authoritarian attitude than me. You have to talk about professional specialization, but you don’t understand the ‘art of the artist’, and you have to understand a little bit of the ‘art of struggle’, right? Otherwise this world is really hopeless.”

As his words gradually progressed to the second half——

Under Sheeran's unexpected gaze, several candles on the rose crystal candlesticks in their hands experienced an abnormally fast melting process.

The hot wax liquid flowed down and began to slowly squirm on the wooden tabletop.

"Mr. Wax?" Sheeran's expression became solemn.

They gradually twisted and deformed, solidifying into a common colloquialism in the Hoffmann version:

"THANKS"