musicians of old

Chapter 649: Entering the "Incinerator" Again

South of St. Taranborg, parish of Norberwin.

On a rainy night, the buildings of the financial center appear tall and long in the darkness.

The lights of a black car pierced through the mist, and the car slowly stopped in the square in front of Santa Ana City University.

In front of the marble school gate with the color style of the new era, there are already six or seven figures welcoming us.

The group is headed by P. Boulez, president of the Guidance School, followed by piano master Lee Viadrin and physicist Carmen Leon.

As a fellow "New Moon" and already a mentor in the official school, Viadrin faced no institutional obstacles on his road to advancement. In the past two years, he was promoted to the third level of Profound Rising and became the second-in-command of the school.

"Carlon, Hiran, you are here."

"Hello, teacher." "Good evening, Sir Viadrin."

"Master Fanning, it's an honor to meet you again."

"You are too polite, President. It is the middle of the night. There is no need to arrange so many people to wait here."

After a round of polite greetings, everyone moved towards the interior of the campus.

"Carron, I've been waiting for you here before."

Just before crossing the school gate, Shilan tugged at his sleeve.

"Yes," Fanning responded.

“You smoked when you came back.”

"Oh, yes."

At that time, Fanning disguised himself and went back and forth to the Uvlansel Sealing Room. After returning here, he received the appointment documents of the branch president handed over by Shilan.

There are many more things.

  The accidental meeting of the Special Patrol Hall, the condolence activities for Bassani, the premiere of the Violin Concerto in E Minor, the success of the performance and the sale of the album, the revelation of entering the "incinerator" from a high place in the dream, and the horror of the unknown mobile phone text message

Celebration banquet, subway incident, Saint-Euvergne manor, Impressionism, piano lessons

Thinking back on his experiences at Santa Ana, he recalled just as much as Ufrancel did.

It would be a good idea to decide to come here as invited before leaving Theolaine.

The next time will probably be at least next year.

The Harvest Art Festival will end at the end of November. According to convention, artists who receive good responses will be invited to stay and attend New Year's concerts in various places in Janus.

"Master Fanning, Miss Sheeran, this way please."

The school's delegation first took the two to check in at the travel hotel, and then accompanied them to visit the academic club, water concert hall, laboratory, and faculty tea restaurant.

Introductions continued along the way.

Even though Fanning had actually been to these places before, everything still seemed like a high-level official reception.

Finally, there is the Old Library.

The sign here reads "Joint Committee of Theolaine City College", but in fact the third to seventh floors are the headquarters office of the Guidance School.

The crowd was slightly dispersed, and the guide in front was mainly focused on Sheeran for a moment.

"Have you ever considered rejoining the organization?" Viadrin walked up to Fanning and lowered his voice.

"What difference would it make?" Fanning smiled gently.

Viadrin nodded slowly and exhaled slowly.

This former piano student of mine is indeed completely different now.

Yes, now Fanning is a "great guest" and "famous person" to several major churches. It is meaningless to discuss whether he has an official position. Even if he is not a member of the Guidance School, will the sincerity of the Guidance School's reception and the resources for cooperation be reduced by half?

Maybe it’s really just that there is a “difference” within the school itself.

"It shouldn't be about this, right?" Fan Ning spoke again after walking about ten steps.

"Of course, just asking." Viadrin gestured to guide the way forward.

At the end of that place is a steam elevator that leads down to the basement level.

"Incinerator?" Fanning asked.

"Yes, let's go inside the wreckage and take another look?"

"I'm fine." Fanning had entered this place in his dream shortly after he was promoted to a high position and was interviewed for the position in the school. Of course, the exploration and observation that time were very superficial.

This time, somehow, Fanning suddenly thought of the strange silent film that she had watched with Sheeran a few months ago.

Is there some connection between what we are going to talk about this time and "Silence!"? He secretly guessed in his heart.

"hold head high!!--"

The high-pitched sound of water vapor brought everyone to an extremely wide space on the negative 3rd floor.

Fanning once again saw the ground and walls covered with dense cracks, like the land cracked by drought.

In the center is the altar base structure built with huge granite boulders.

It is the entrance to the "Spark Field", a secret realm of the school of migration that houses the remains of the "Incinerator", also known as the "Fuel Pit" or the "Fire Making Room".

Now that Fanning observed the altar again, the spiritual state was no longer so unstable, but he could still feel its parts changing, rotating or oscillating.

"Sheeran, you stay outside," Fanning said.

"Be careful." Xilan instructed.

"Masters, the president has made all the arrangements. We will entertain Miss Sheeran well," said mentor Carmen Leon.

The crisp sound of glass shattering was heard, and the sealing plate of the hollowed-out rock was damaged. The "key"-like essence inside, which was originally like a piece of "solid lightning", suddenly burned violently, continuously emitting deep purple electric light upwards.

The stacking of the boulders became more unstable and seemed about to shift and fall. P. Boulez stood aside and began to silently recite a prayer to steady his mind and give direction.

The two masters of the understanding each found a safe place to sit on the altar and slowly entered a state of meditation.

Fanning was very skilled in traveling through dreams about various sparks, and then identified the boundaries of the 'incinerator' contained in the 'spark field' - boundaries similar to the inner walls of a cave or container.

He soon met Viadrin Lianmeng while drifting.

They swam forward together for another hundred breaths.

"What's going on? What's going on here recently?" Fan Ning suddenly asked in surprise and doubt.

He naturally remembered clearly the rules that should be followed when observing the wreckage of the "Incinerator" from the inside: maintain cruising within a very small known range, prohibit crossing the boundaries brought by the "Tower Caster", and prohibit going to or observing larger unknown areas.

Before my eyes, a forest of trees as thick as steel marked out a warning area, with most of the shadows in the middle already broken or twisted.

However, in some high-altitude "riverbeds" or "cracks" that represent the boundaries, there are actually layers of things like earth, stairs, tower cranes, scaffolding, and container houses!

  Fanning almost thought he had come to a "construction site"!

He subconsciously wondered if he should put on a helmet.

"It was done by the Special Patrol Office." Viadrin said.

"Oh? I did hear that they wanted to get their hands on the remains of the 'Incinerator' as well." Fanning was still looking up.

Among the remains of the God of Weapon Source, the "Incinerator" has almost no positive combat characteristics and does not bring any extraordinary resources.

But it is an excellent place to observe the secrets of the upper floors of residential buildings, and it is also a great treasure trove for burying secrets.

This matter is very delicate now.

The Special Patrol Office sought to negotiate with the Guidance School.

The so-called "negotiation" was actually to put pressure on Boulez.

Borrow the remains of the “incinerator” for a period of time and return them in due course?

With the knife right in front of them, the Guidance School was naturally no match for it. On the surface, they promised to let the Special Patrol Office come and get it. The entrance altar of the "Spark Field" in the Yiyong Secret Realm was open to the staff at any time.

In fact, they were certain that they could not take away the remains of the "incinerator" at all, and they would not be able to find a way to transfer and accommodate it for a while.

How do you get it? We don't even know how big the known area of ​​this thing is.

So in fact, both parties have already completed documents such as the "lease transfer procedures". The Special Patrol Office will send a team of people to tinker with it almost every two or three days, but the wreckage is still in the hands of the Guidance School.

The school is euphemistically calling it "management".

Those things that look like construction sites are naturally the masterpieces of the Special Patrol Office.

"These unknown areas." Fan Ning pondered. "Since they are trying their best to get in, they should not blame others if something goes wrong. But if they keep tinkering like this, I think they will find a way to get in safely sooner or later."

"In fact, the school has known a method for a long time." Viadrin said slowly.

"Huh?" Fan Ning asked in surprise.

"We kept a secret." Viadrin said in a low voice.