musicians of old

Chapter 740: "Hermetic Prison"

Some of the memory images that were intermittent and crowded together in the abnormal area were now shattered and scattered from Fanning's mind, overflowing bit by bit.

It also seems that it is not just the memory of the abnormal zone.

I went to the "cracking field" earlier, and some scenes seemed to have been seen earlier.

That was Fanning's initial feeling and interpretation.

My head hurts a bit, and my thoughts are a little confused.

It has become a common occurrence since coming out of the Abnormal Zone.

But then, in this environment that seemed normal yet abnormal, he soon discovered something even more abnormal.

"It's not right? These things are not right. Why? Why???"

For example, on this row of shelves in front of you.

Why are there some snacks that look like puffed food packaging bags?

Even these colorful modern packaging bags.

The bright smiles of the celebrities who endorse the products; the tables that look like nutritional information; the dazzling and appetizing technological special effects

What kind of things?

What kind of thing mixes up another thing, more different things, things that are completely not in the same space-time system?

On the other side there was a row of freezers similar to those for dairy products. Fanning had the urge to lean over and take a look at the price information on the cargo card, but the low-frequency buzzing sound from the air-conditioning outlet made him dazed.

He followed Pogorelich through door after door, through different and strange areas.

I'm afraid there are more than fifty.

Moreover, each area does not have only one door to enter and exit, which makes Fanning unable to know whether Poglelich is following any specific route, or whether there is no such meaning at all.

"squeak"

Another room covered with faded wallpaper.

There were piles of birthday balloons next to the slide in the middle, and on the other side there were coin-operated red and white game machines and rocking chairs.

"What are you wondering about?" After being silent for a long time, Poglelich suddenly spoke.

"Isn't it strange?" Fanning asked back.

"You seem to be a little different, with something more than the average person."

"what?"

"Both situations would be strange." Poglieri paced in front of an old cathode ray tube TV in the corner.

The snow screen is flashing continuously.

There seemed to be something in the close-up that deserved further attention, but when you focused a little, the entire area of ​​the TV seemed to collapse into a black vortex, trying to suck away all the light.

"First, I was surprised because I had never seen these things in the world. Second, I was surprised because I had seen these things before."

Poglelich's words gave Fanning a chill in his heart.

"What kind are you?"

The silence lasted for four or five seconds, and then Fanning burst into laughter.

"You ask this kind of question to someone who just came back from the Abnormal Zone?"

"I'm sorry, I don't know myself."

But the other party didn't seem to want to get to the bottom of the matter and continued to push open the door on the wall.

The previously narrow and oppressive perspective suddenly became bright.

"Isn't this the headquarters of the Guidance School!?" Fan Ning finally exclaimed.

In front of you is the first floor lobby of the old library of Santarambha City College!

Wait, what happened!? Yes, this is Santaramborg City College!

On the left hand side are steps going down to the campus, a little further to the right hand side is a wide split staircase, and a little further away, turning the left corner, is the steam elevator. Fanning has been to this place too many times. He came here once before leaving for Janus, visited a school in the imperial capital, bought a famous violin, and attended two boring parliamentary meetings. He is too familiar with it!

The place where the two had just come out was actually an inconspicuous door on the wall with a storage room sign on it.

The Konar ancestral home of Igers? The small town of Vatseni on the Gogol Railway? The back room group of the "cracking field"? And then the headquarters of the Guidance School?

The chaotic melting and cutting had almost exhausted Fanning's limited mental capacity.

"Please, Master Fanning."

Poglelich motioned to continue forward.

After walking a few steps, Fan Ning realized that the atmosphere here was not right.

There was a cordon at the door outside, and the ground was clean and shiny, as if it had just been thoroughly cleaned.

Along the way, there were armed police officers and alert investigators who were also wearing senior police uniforms. Fan Ning even saw two familiar-looking chief inspectors.

Two senior members of the Special Patrol Department at the level of Adepts were actually doing the boring job of guarding the gate here, and the place they were guarding was the headquarters of the Guidance School?

Fan Ning's bad premonition became stronger and stronger.

In the more than one month since we sailed to San Pereto, some things and situations seem to be developing far worse than expected.

The sound of leather shoes echoed in the empty corridor.

In this way, passing through the tightly guarded area, Fanning thoroughly repeated the route of his visit a month ago.

Finally, he was taken down to the altar area on the -3rd floor by Poglelich.

It was still deserted, with only a handful of investigators in sight, but there was more than one sight lurking in the shadows.

The surrounding walls were still filled with the cracks that Fanning was familiar with, but there were also various shocking huge warning signs starting with "NO".

“Don’t look at the texture of the shadow”;

“Don’t listen to the intervals of breathing”;

“Don’t Think About the Beats Under Your Skin”;

Things like this are unclear.

Fanning was led to the altar and into the dream "Spark Field".

My vision spun around for a while.

The scabbard in Poglelich's hand cut through the gray smoke of the "incinerator" wreckage. The sound of chains breaking came from deep inside, and Fanning's nostrils were suddenly filled with a smell similar to rust and rotten beeswax.

“The world is a swollen portal! Go through me, through me, through me.”

I don't know how it got so noisy in here, filled with chaotic tones of various vocal cord vibrations, as well as distorted roars or weak whispers. Fanning could only barely make out some incomprehensible delirium.

After the smoke became thinner and he floated higher, he frowned and looked around.

When I visited this place a month ago, there were "scaffolding" or "containers" everywhere, which looked like a construction site. Fanning remembered that Viadrin mentioned that the Special Patrol Office and the Guidance School had signed a so-called "trusteeship" agreement.

At present, things seem to be going very efficiently and these "construction sites" have been "completed".

They are intertwined with the original "black cracks" or "steel forest" inside the "incinerator" wreckage, and then "erected" one by one in a very three-dimensional and stretched manner!

Looking around at this moment, against the pale white background and the thick floating smoke and dust, they look like huge illogical metal torture instruments!

Pogorelich stepped into the air and walked forward and upward in silence.

Fan Ning followed behind, and from time to time in the moments when the smoke thinned a little, he saw a large group of investigators passing by him.

"How many people came in here?!"

Black cages were suspended in the smoke and dust, and the place we were passing by looked like a prison area!

Fanning noticed that the spirit states of these investigators were mostly very nervous. Many of them wore masks, and their breathing was as heavy as an old bellows. Moreover, "the majority is escorting the minority", and it seemed that they were escorting some other people along the way!

Lists? Fanning's mind flashed through some of the tables he had seen.

Batch after batch of "cleansing" lists! ? .

"Worm" infected? "Hermetic" infected?

(End of this chapter)