musicians of old

Chapter 734 Dawn?

Poglierić's question was very light.

It's like discussing whether to kill an ant by pinching it or stepping on it.

"Ha ha ha ha."

With the sharp edge of the bow tie pressed against his throat and suppressed by the divine code of "Jins", the uncontrollable physical fear made cold sweats cover Fanning's back, but he still managed to make himself laugh out loud.

"I find that you still have concerns. In order to prevent this control game from collapsing one day, even the director's own moral standards and uprightness are..."

"It is indeed more difficult to persuade people who have gone astray in their thinking than those who have made mistakes." Poglierić said calmly, looking into the distance.

“You know, dying in the way that the organization arranges is still a form of protection for the artist’s reputation and for the people who receive this message.”

"And the people need this protection all the more, just as every guide of knowledge has protected him from unnecessary and dangerous knowledge."

The sharp edge of the knife that made up the bow tie was so close to Fanning's skin that it even pushed open the skin on the surface of her Adam's apple.

“Hahaha, but I’m sorry.” A slight burning sensation came over him. The threat of death was imminent, but Fanning was still laughing. “I have high standards for music creation, and then, for things like ‘the cause of my own future death’, the authenticity of the matter is also quite high.”

"Because they have a very important issue involving 'free will'."

Fanning said calmly, "About four or five months ago, I issued a 'non-suicide statement' that is not public for the time being. I literally set a secret mystical delay trigger for it. Every night when I dream, I will delay it for one day."

With the blade against his Adam's apple, Fanning couldn't lower his head, so he took out his pocket watch and opened it before his eyes: "Well, so it will be around seven or eight in the morning. At that time, all theaters around the world that have installed 'music radio stations' will bring everyone a light and fireworks show."

"This means that I was not able to continue it the night before. Then, I will share with you some of my missed experiences in the past few years. Can you guess which ones are beyond your expectations? In addition, I will also make a possible analysis of the cause of my death. In any case, haha, there is definitely no low-level excuse such as 'suicide' in it."

"It's of limited significance." Poglelich shook his head after listening to the end. "Instead of brewing these 'back-up plans', you should focus on 'how to kill your way through the Special Patrol Office'. The problem with these people in the school and the church is that they have too many schemes and too deep plans, and have lost the purity of struggle and rebellion."

"I would like to kill you right now and settle all the accounts of the past few years at once." Fan Ning said bluntly, smiling and nodding. "But they can't do it. It's really difficult for me, a musician, to directly cross over and rectify the mysterious side."

"Then why don't you choose a faster promotion?" A flash of light, like an oil layer or an electric current, flashed across Poglelich's eyes.

"Faster promotion? I don't quite understand what you mean."

"You understand very well."

"Huh? I'm as fast as I can, but it's still nothing by your standards." Fanning wanted to shrug, but he really couldn't make such a big movement.

Poglerich smiled faintly and said, "The secret realm where Vincent hid the remains of the 'old days', the pollution that is difficult to define as pollution, the special third state, and a certain climbing system that was secretly tampered with."

The key words that were hit one after another shocked Fanning, and the other party's next question.

"You circumvented the organization's control over the key to the 'Illusionary Art' and reached the third level of Profound Understanding at the age of 26. Moreover, you could have risen even higher. If you had quickly reached the sixth level of Order, coupled with your character that was beginning to approach that of a 'Torchbearer', you might have been able to confront the organization head-on."

"But you didn't choose to continue. Why?"

Why? .

Fanning's pupils contracted slightly.

Poglerich's fingertips slowly brushed across the unstable storm lines on the sheath of the Blade wreckage. "Or, you didn't choose to use the 'Old Days' wreckage from the first door, and you took the same 'Pioneer Road'?"

"Or, are you suspecting that there might be something wrong with the key that was tampered with by 'the Old One'?"

"Or, both?"

Fanning's heart was pounding!

Poglelić actually knew everything!

Although he did not reveal all the details of his core secrets, he actually knew all the directions and possibilities! ?

It is also possible that it is fraud and temptation based on conjecture! ?

"The remains of the God of the Source of the Artifact are at high risk of contamination. This is almost an open secret among the top leaders of the mysterious world today. Although I use the remains of the 'Old Days' to assist in my studies, I will not be stupid enough to use them to perform a core ritual like passing through the door."

Fanning tried to appear calm and didn't comment on this point, but he just brushed aside the other aspects. "You have the wreckage of 'Old Days', so what about 'Hidden Light' and 'Fountain in the Painting'?" Poglieri asked again.

"The repeated questions from the interview are buried in the Abnormal Area." Fanning said, "Are you planning to rush to find and retrieve them in these seven days?"

"You're right. You'll need to keep it for another ten days." Poglelich responded calmly.

"All tasks, plans, and deadlines decided by the organization are based on an assessment of the objective situation. I also taught you this repeatedly during the initial interview when you showed the wreckage. There is no need to be too impatient. It will also take some effort and time to analyze the coordinates of the secret realm where you hid the wreckage of the Old Ones."

"Well, now, keep going."

The bow tie on Fanning's tuxedo has been restored to its original elegant shape and soft texture.

Poglelich in front took a step forward and said nothing more.

Analysis!? The Special Patrol Office also wants to invade Qiming Church? Fan Ning thought quickly in his mind.

This is not surprising considering their ambitions, but what is their purpose? Is their purpose just to get the remains of the "Old Days" away from me? Or do they also covet the secret of Bach's "Endless Fugue"?

This distinction in motivation is very important.

If it was just the former, Fan Ning would not refuse to cooperate and perish together for the sake of a piece of artifact god wreckage. But if the latter factor was involved, the implications and interests would not be so simple. I'm afraid that it would not be possible to live in peace just by compromising and cooperating temporarily.

After thinking about it, I still feel a little unsure.

The reason why the Yiyong Secret Realm is called a "secret realm" is that if one wants to reach it, the "road back to the dreamland" can only rely on one-way teaching or irreplaceable invitation. If the person who has mastered the secret experience is unwilling to draw signposts, theoretically speaking, no one will be able to find its location.

So what kind of violent attempt would the "analysis" that the Special Patrol Department has mastered be? Or what kind of abnormal and taboo means?

In the dark night, the two of them walked silently, one in front of the other, in the desolate outskirts of the village with few people.

The bow tie is no longer as sharp as a knife, but a certain feeling of being clamped and unable to escape still exists on Fanning.

Although Poglelich was in front of him, Fanning felt as if something like an iron clamp was strangling the back of his neck.

Fan Ning could even specifically feel that the threat came from the depression of the third joint below the cervical vertebra, as if the opponent could crush his entire spine at any time if he exerted force!

The silence continued until Fanning's boot soles rolled over a small patch of gravel.

"Hmm?" Poglelich suddenly stopped.

As he looked up, the dead woods in the distance rustled, and the moonlight took on a turbid mercury silver color, turning the collapsed metal skeleton of the mill into a sharp white skeleton.

Fanning also looked up.

The horizon split open.

A pale sky appeared in the distance, and Fanning saw that above the mountain area lit up by the light, there were faint traces of tombstones and mounds.

There should be a cemetery in a deserted village ahead.

At this moment, the light was pouring out from behind the cemetery.

"Dawn?" Fanning uttered the word subconsciously.

Overall, there didn't seem to be anything particularly unusual, just the dawn and the sunrise.

But Fanning immediately realized something was wrong.

When I walked out of the Bayreuth Theater just now, the clock struck only three in the morning.

And the whole journey probably took less than an hour!

Where is the sunrise coming from!?